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Letar runt lite efter bra och rockiga whiskytexter, finns det några rockers därute som har koll på någon häftig text. Hittade själv en hos en av husgudarna, "a very good friend of us all, mr Bob Dylan" för att citera Harrison

 

Copper Kettle

 

Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil

Fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil

You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright

Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.

 

Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak

Don't use no green or rotten wood, they'll get you by the smoke

You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright

Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.

 

My daddy he made whiskey, my granddaddy he did too

We ain't paid no whiskey tax since 1792

You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright

Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.

Hasse Nilsson

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Letar runt lite efter bra och rockiga whiskytexter, finns det några rockers därute som har koll på någon häftig text. Hittade själv en hos en av husgudarna, "a very good friend of us all, mr Bob Dylan" för att citera Harrison

 

Copper Kettle

 

Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil

Fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil

You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright

Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.

 

Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak

Don't use no green or rotten wood, they'll get you by the smoke

You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright

Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.

 

My daddy he made whiskey, my granddaddy he did too

We ain't paid no whiskey tax since 1792

You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright

Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.

 

 

Låter som ett jobb jag snacka med en på jobbet om, då han är musiknörden nummer ett. han har säkert nått ess i ROCKarmen att dra fram ;)

Misstänker att det är andra låtar än bara Runrig och the pogues du är ute efter ;)

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Magnus Rönnerup, Malmö
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kanske inte riktigt vad du är ute efter men får duga tillsvidare.

 

 

Alabama Song (Whisky Bar) - The Doors

Well, show me the way

To the next whiskey bar

Oh, don't ask why

Oh, don't ask why

 

Show me the way

To the next whiskey bar

Oh, don't ask why

Oh, don't ask why

 

For if we don't find

The next whiskey bar

I tell you we must die

I tell you we must die

I tell you, I tell you

I tell you we must die

 

Oh, moon of Alabama

We now must say goodbye

We've lost our good old mama

And must have whiskey, oh, you now why

 

Oh, moon of Alabama

We now must say goodbye

We've lost our good old mama

And must have whiskey, oh, you now why

 

Well, show me the way

To the next little girl

Oh, don't ask why

Oh, don't ask why

 

Show me the way

To the next little girl

Oh, don't ask why

Oh, don't ask why

 

For if we don't find

The next little girl

I tell you we must die

I tell you we must die

I tell you, I tell you

I tell you we must die

 

Oh, moon of Alabama

We now must say goodbye

We've lost our good old mama

And must have whiskey, oh, you now why

Magnus Rönnerup, Malmö
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Whiskey River take my mind,

Don't let her mem'ry torture me.

Whiskey River don't run dry,

You're all I've got, take care of me.

 

Whiskey River take my mind,

Don't let her mem'ry torture me.

Whiskey River don't run dry,

You're all I've got, take care of me.

 

I'm drowning in a whiskey river,

Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.

Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.

And warm an empty heart you left so cold.

 

Whiskey River take my mind,

Don't let her mem'ry torture me.

Whiskey River don't run dry,

You're all I've got, take care of me.

 

Instrumental break.

 

I'm drowning in a whiskey river,

Bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul.

Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind.

And warm an empty heart you left so cold.

 

Whiskey River take my mind,

Don't let her mem'ry torture me.

Whiskey River don't run dry,

You're all I've got, take care of me.

 

Whiskey River take my mind,

Don't let her mem'ry torture me.

Whiskey River don't run dry,

You're all I've got, take care of me.

Magnus Rönnerup, Malmö
www.livingdeadbrewery.se

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http://allmusic.com/ skriv whisky i översta sökrutan och välj song i den andra. Kanske kan ta ett tag innan man hittar nått vettigt.

 

tyvärr inga texter på den sidan.

 

dock finns det texter här:

http://www.azlyrics.com/

http://www.letssingit.com/

http://www.simple-song-lyrics.com

http://www.stlyrics.com/

osv...

Magnus Rönnerup, Malmö
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Varför inte "Whisky in the jar" med Led Zeppelin :)

Jonas Rieback

 

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...och en till the Pouges..."Whiskey you're the devil"

 

Now brave boys, we're on the march

off to Portugal and Spain

Drums are beating, banners flying

the Devil at home will come tonight

so it's go, fare thee well

with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da

a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da

me rikes fall too ra laddie-o

there's whisky in the jar

 

 

Oh, whisky you're the devil

you're leading me astray

over hills and mountains

and to Amerikay

you're sweetness from the Bleachner

and spunkier than tea

oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober

 

 

The French are fighting boldly

men are dying hot and coldly

give every man his flask of powder

his firelock on his shoulder

so its go, fare thee well

with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da

a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da

me rikes fall too ra laddie-o

there's whisky in the jar

 

 

Oh, whisky you're the devil

you're leading me astray

over hills and mountains

and to Amerikay

you're sweetness from the Bleachner

and spunkier than tea

oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober

 

 

Says the old wan do not wrong me

don't take me daughter from me

for if you do I will torment you

when I'm dead my ghost will haunt you

so its go, fare thee well

with a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da

a too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da

me rikes fall too ra laddie-o

there's whisky in the jar

 

 

Oh, whisky you're the devil

you're leading me astray

over hills and mountains

and to Amerikay

you're sweetness from the Bleachner

and spunkier than tea

oh whisky you're my darling drunk or sober

Lasse Vallin
Göteborg

Meningen med livet är fyra: Barnen, flickvännen, Ardbeg & Frölunda Indians

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Två klassiker!

 

ONE BOURBON, ONE SCOTCH, ONE BEER

 

Wanna tell you a story

About the house-man blues

I come home one Friday

Had to tell the landlady I'da lost my job

She said that don't confront me

Long as I get my money next Friday

Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent

And out the door I went

 

So I goes to the landlady

I said you let me slide?

I'll have the rent for you in a month

Next I don't know

So said let me slide it on you know people

I notice when I come home in the evening

She ain't got nothing nice to say to me

But for five year she was so nice

Loh' she was lovy-dovy

I come home one particular evening

The landlady said you got the rent money yet?

I said no, can't find no job

Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent

She said I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job

Said I seen you today you was standin' on a corner

Leaning up against a post

I said but I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day

She said that don't confront me

Long as I get my money next Friday

Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent

And out the door I went

 

So I go down the streets

Down to my good friend's house

I said look man I'm outdoors you know

Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?

He said let me go and ask my wife

He come out of the house

I could see it in his face

I know that was no

He said I don't know man ah she kinda funny, you know

I said I know, everybody funny, now you funny too

So I go back home

I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent

She said yeah? I said oh yeah

And then she was so nice

Loh' she was lovy-dovy

So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go

I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go

She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent

She ain't gonna get none of it

So I stop in the local bar you know people

I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender

Said look man, come down here, he got down there

So what you want?

 

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when

I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin

Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose

Need me a triple shot of that juice

Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear

I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

 

But I'm sitting now at the bar

I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow

I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer

Looked down the bar, here come the bartender

I said look man, come down here

So what you want?

 

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last

Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed

Gonna get high man I ain't had enough

Need me a triple shot of that stuff

Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here

I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

 

Now by this time I'm plenty high

You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high

Looked down the bar I say to my bartender

I said look man, come down here, he got down there

So what you want this time?

I said look man, a-what time is it?

He said the clock on the wall say three o'clock

Last call for alcohol, so what you need?

 

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week

Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak

Gonna get high man listen to me

One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three

I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear

I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

 

 

WHISKEY ON THE ROCKS

I've been drinkin' all night long

So long baby i'm gone

 

Bloody Mary gives me shivers from a shot

Set up the shooters, it's time for a drop

Old Jamaica, runnin' we come

Down at the Hatch Jack, the women and the fun

We drink a lot, that demon drop

This one's on me and here's to you

 

Whiskey on the rocks

A double or a shot

Whiskey on the rocks

Elixir from the top

 

Drinkin' Mai Tai, Singapore sling

Beam me up Jim, It's time to come in

I'll have one more afore ye close up the door

It's on the house Mac, it's Whiskey Galore

We drink a lot, that demon drop

This one's on me, Here's mud in your eye

 

Whiskey on the rocks

A double or a shot

Whiskey on the rocks

Elixir from the top

 

I'm drinkin'

Whiskey on the rocks

Pour me a double here comes trouble on the rocks

Whiskey on the rocks

Magnus J

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Du menar inte "whiskey in the jar" med thin lizzy??? Eller covern som metallica gjorde ;)

 

Du har så rätt. Fick nog tillfälligt hjärnsläpp. Thin Lizzy är ju ändå en favoritgrupp.

 

Appropå The Pogues, låten Nancy Whiskey med Shane McGowan är också riktigt bra!

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Jonas Rieback

 

Gothia Whisky Society

 

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Orkney med Ulf Lundell! :) Men den är inte så mycket rok n roll, men den handar om Skotland och whisky och det är ju inte illa! :rolleyes:

Mattias Oleniusson

 

Cask owner Mackmyra svenk ek/rök

Cask owner Macmyra elegant bourbon

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Cask owner Mackmyra x rök

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Du menar inte "whiskey in the jar" med thin lizzy??? Eller covern som metallica gjorde ;)

 

 

Det är när man ser sånt här som man känner att man skulle blivit sång- och dansman.

 

Fy f-n kamrater, slainthe

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=to8N1rR9l-c

Hasse Nilsson

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Det är när man ser sånt här som man känner att man skulle blivit sång- och dansman.

 

Fy f-n kamrater, slainthe

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=to8N1rR9l-c

 

 

:D

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TkV-5dunD8

 

den versionen var bättre tycker jag :)

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Den här tycker jag är rätt fin - om ni inte har hört Hawksley Workman, en kanadensare som är väl värd att upptäckas, kolla in plattan L/F där den här låten finns med: Even an Ugly Man:

 

What jesus can't fix tonight

The whiskey certainly might.

I must have said the lord's prayer 65 times.

And thought of your face

And our infinite grace

All of the ways to behold you

Until the tide will I wait.

 

What crying won't fix tonight

The whiskey certainly might

I must have doubted your faith 65 times.

And thought of your face

And your infinite grace

All of the ways to behold you

Until the tide will I wait.

 

Even an ugly man

Could kiss your lips

As if they were his to demand of

Or his to destroy like a lover of a demon

 

What loving won't fix tonight

The whiskey certainly might

I must have whispered your name 65 times.

My lips on your face

In our infinite grace

All of these ways to behold you

Until the tide will I wait

David Mortimer-Hawkins

The Stockholm Malt & Metal Society

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The Pogues har även skrivit denna lilla trallvänliga visa:

 

Sally MacLennane

 

Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born

He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn

He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn

And they all looked very happy in the morning

 

But Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours

Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks

When he'd had too many Powers

So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving

And he took the road for God knows in the morning

 

We walked him to the station in the rain

We kissed him as we put him on the train

And we sang him a song of times long gone

Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again

(Far away) I'm sad to say I must be on my way

So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away)

I'd like to think of me returning when I can

To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane

 

The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man

I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane

I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn

And ended up a barman in the morning

 

I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down

I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown

I heard them say that Jimmy's making money far away

And some people left for heaven without warning

 

We walked him to the station in the rain

We kissed him as we put him on the train

And we sang him a song of times long gone

Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again

(Far away) I'm sad to say I must be on my way

So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away)

I'd like to think of me returning when I can

To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane

 

When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone

He asked me all the details of the train that they went on

Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked

And he took the road for heaven in the morning

 

We walked him to the station in the rain

We kissed him as we put him on the train

And we sang him a song of times long gone

Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again

(Far away) I'm sad to say I must be on my way

So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away)

I'd like to think of me returning when I can

To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane

Counting all the assholes in the room,

well I'm definately not alone...

 

And ye, I'd rather drive my Harley

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Du har så rätt. Fick nog tillfälligt hjärnsläpp. Thin Lizzy är ju ändå en favoritgrupp.

 

Appropå The Pogues, låten Nancy Whiskey med Shane McGowan är också riktigt bra!

 

Whisky in the jar är väl, om jag inte har fel, en gammal Irländsk folksång som både The Dubliners, The Pouges, Thin Lizzy och Metallica tolkat. Dubliners version torde vara närmast originalet.

Joakim Jönsson, Uppsala

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Whisky in the jar är väl, om jag inte har fel, en gammal Irländsk folksång som både The Dubliners, The Pouges, Thin Lizzy och Metallica tolkat. Dubliners version torde vara närmast originalet.

 

Metallica "tolkade" väl inte direkt folkvisan, utan gjorde en cover på Thin Lizzys version. Thin Lizzy rockade upp den och skrev till gitarrslingan i början.

 

Några låtar med whisky i texten:

 

"Wine is fine but whiskey's quicker/suicide is slow with liquer" (Suicide Solution, Ozzy)

"Whiskey, gin and brandy/with a glass I'm pretty handy/Try and walk a straight line/on sour mash and cheap wine" (Have a drink on me, AC/DC)

"The dance band's playing the same old slime/I'm sinkin' whisky and you are sippin' cheap wine" (Carry me home, AC/DC)

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Perfekt låt till en provning av amerikansk whiskey :)

 

The Ballad Of Ira Hayes

 

Gather round me people, and a story I will tell

About a brave young Indian you should remember well

From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful band

They farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed

Till the white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed

Now Ira's folks were hungry, and their farms grew crops of weeds

But when war came, he volunteered and forgot the white man's greed.

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian

Or the Marine who went to war

Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian

Or the Marine who went to war.

 

They started up Iwo Jima hill, two hundred and fifty men

But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down that hill again

And when the fight was over and Old Glory raised

One of the men who held it high was the Indian, Ira Hayes.

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian

Or the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian

Or the Marine who went to war.

 

Ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land

He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian - no money, no crops, no chance -

And at home nobody cared what Ira'd done, and when do the Indians dance?

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian

Or the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian

Or the Marine who went to war.

 

Then Ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home

They let him raise the flag there and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone

He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he'd fought to save

Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for Ira Hayes.

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian

Or the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian

Or the Marine who went to war.

 

Yes, call him drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry

And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where Ira died.

 

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian

Or the Marine who went to war

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey-drinking Indian

Or the Marine who went to war.

Benny Ingman, Karlstad
Carlstad Whisky Connoisseurs - CWC

Söker sample av: Brora 1970-1972

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Den gamle hedersmannen Nick Cave slår ju ganska ordentligt in spiken i tunnan med sin Rye Whiskey..

 

I said whiskey, rye whiskey, whiskey I cried

If I don't get rye whiskey i surley will die

 

If the sea were made of Whiskey and I was a duck

I'd swim to the bottom and never come up

Oh, but the sea ain't made of Whiskey and I ain't a duck

So I play Jack Of Diamonds and trust on my luck

 

 

I sanning en psalm så välsignad som någon..(censurerat) vad det svänger

 

Hasse Nilsson

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