Yikes!
They’re still fighting?
Further to Robert’s appeal yesterday looking for excellence in the field of Irish (non traditional) music lyrics.
Eric writes:
“Can I suggest a search for the worst Irish lyrics….. If it doesn’t include lines from Zombie [The Cranberries, 1994] you’ve lost yourself a reader.”
Anyone?
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Any rebel or RA ballad….
ah here, ‘men behind the wire’ is a fukn classic!!
+1972
Me heart races when up from the corner of the bar comes an oul throaty…..”Armoured cars and tanks and guns …”
lol
you should check out Billy Reed ” the radio said
there’s another shot dead
and he died with a gun in his hand” :)
but i would accept anything daniel, margo etc. ‘when irish eyes are smiling’ and other puke-filled paddywhackery will do.
“Oh I am a little Ferguson built so many years ago
I was bought up in Dublin at the RDS spring show
I’m a lovely little tractor and I look so very cute
Not like the tractor of today that great big ugly brute”
– R.Kavanagh
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcGUlliTFBg
I was gonna post ‘A Ride On A Tractor’ but I didn’t want your ears to bleed.
“some say I fight like me da”
‘Give em half a chance’? Is it not ‘given half a chance’?
Yes, and cheesy as some people think it is , its a great song, number one in dozens of countries when our only exports were u2, the rats and lizzie (and a few others)
don’t turn around
your gypsy heart
or pretty much anything bono.
“A mole digging in a hole
Digging up my soul”
Elevation, U2
+1, 2, 3, 14
Ha! Beat me to it.
You could not get worse than this…
Do you want your old lobby washed down, conshine
Do you want your old lobby washed down
When I goes to court, I says “Here goes for sport
Do you want your old lobby washed down, conshine
that’s pretty bad, but if anyone could dig up the lyrics of “in the back of stevie’s bus” we’d have a winner.
What about the Blizzards rhyming “thing” with “thing” in “Fantasy”?
You know my girlfriend, she doesn’t know a thing
Pure ignorance is such a beautiful thing
I was punching in the numbers at the ATM machine
– Bono
That could easily be followed with: “And heaven knows I’m miserable now….”
If he had added anything about a “PIN number” my head would have exploded.
Example please?
Ah feck, that was a response to the ‘anything by hipsters’ post
“O’Leary, O’Reilly, O’Hare and O’Hara There’s no one as Irish as Barack O’Bama”
I will fight you!
“Well anyone can be a star
Well anyone can be a star
Well just get in your car
And we can go and be a star..”
Beat that..
hmmm, paddy casey. i think you win, hank.
I’ll see your P Casey and raise you The Frames. Anything will do but Revelate, especially.
i was thinking of revelate meself.:
my revelate,, my number 8, my garden gate, my roof of slate, pete postlethwaite etc.
Jesus, that is a desperate song, and the whiney head on him too.
He also endorses the Girl Against Fluoride.
Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in this town
It could be anywhere!!!
I can never hear it without thinking “just a hunch but could you try checking the JAIL”
Yeah, I get jokes. What of it.
She’d go “Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile, And I not knowing no focal at all
She wears diamonds she wears rubies
She wears stones as big as my ones
That came from the coliseum
And she says “D’you wanna see them?”
urgh
Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
Why won’t it snow?
Like they said it would.
WHAT IS IT THAT THEY KNOOOOOOOW????
I’m an extra
I’m director
I’m a pen drop
I’m Phil Spector
How about:
My little Honda 50
She’s rapid and she’s nifty
She’ll do 150 on a windy day…
Whats wrong with that?
Seamus Moore: “Pakistani Pat”
“Me father he’s a Muslim and me mother she’s RC,
I got Muhammed for me breakfast and St Patrick for me tea,
Me father eats chapati and me mother Irish stew,
If it wasn’t for the fish and chips
I don’t know what I’d do…”
Actually, this may belong in the other list…
*wipes tear* Defo the other list.
It’s worth a listen…not quite as racist as you’d expect…
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=brTWeuz6uuo
and your point is?
my favourite ones of his are in ‘the transit van’ , there are so many
zombie was poetry…
how about:
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo.
Bosnia was so unkind.
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Saraje-
Bosnia was so unkind.
or:
To all those people doin’ lines,
Don’t do it, don’t do it.
Inject your soul with liberty,
It’s free, it’s free.
To all the kids with heroin eyes,
Don’t do it, don’t do it.
Because it’s not not what it seems,
No no it’s not not what it seems.
Ah, Dolores…
More from the Dolores oeuvre:
They say the cream will always rise to the top.
They say that good people are always first to drop.
What of Kurt Cobain, will his presence still remain?
Remember JFK, ever saintly in a way.
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Where are you now, I said,
Where are you no-ow?
indeed.all together now ‘does anyone care? does anyone ca-a-a-are?’
Don’t love me for fun, girl
Let me be the one, girl
Love me for a reason
Let the reason be love
That was originally the osmonds though….
Coming from the northside heading southbound
The glare of the city I see it in the skies I see it in their faces as I’m passing them by.
Sultans of Ping:
Where’s me Jumper ?
My, brother, knows, Karl Marx,
He met him eating mushrooms in the peoples park,
He said ‘What do you think about my manifesto?’
‘I like a manifesto, put it to the test-o.’
Took it straight down to meet the anarchist’s party.
I met a groovy guy, he was arty farty,
He said ‘I know a little latin man a cus man a kai’
I said ‘I don’t know what it means’ he said ‘neither do I’
Eat natural foods, bathe twice daily,
Fill your nostrils up with gravy.
Don’t drink tea and don’t drink coffee.
Cover your chin in yorkshire toffee.
Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumber,
Wait a minute, where’s me jumper, ( x4 )
Dancing at the disco, bumper to bumber,
Wait a minute, where’s me jumper ? ( x5 )
Oh no.
Dancing at the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing at the disco, oh no, oh no, oh no.
Dancing at the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing at the disco, oh no, oh no.
It’s alright to say things can only get better,
You haven’t lost your brand new sweater.
I know I had it on when I had my tea,
And I’m sure I had it on in the lavatory.
Oh no.
Dancing in the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no.
Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumper,
Wait a minute, where’s me jumper ? ( x5 )
It’s alright to say things can only get better,
You haven’t lost your brand new sweater.
Pure new wool, and perfect stitches,
Not the type of jumper that makes you itches
Oh no.
Dancing in the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no.
And my mother, will be so, so angry.
And my brother, will be so, so angry.
And my girlfriend, will be so, so angry.
And my dog, will be so, so angry.
Cos I was dancing at the disco, bumper to bumper.
Wait a minute, where’s me jumper ( x5 )
Oh no !
Ah that’s genius stuff!!
It is. I love that song.
+missing jumper
Thought of that one for crap lyrics yet great delivery.
Broadsters! We’ll be needing a new category…..
I’m cringing at the mere sight of these words…
“Put the message in the box
Put the box into the car
Drive the car around the world
Until you get heard”
That was originally a World Party song…
don’t forget John Waters’ masterpiece:
The curtain has been raised
And Europe’s all one stage
And the archipelagic icicles
Have melted like the cage
lol how quickly we forget
Worst lyrics ever are the re written ones to that vile R Keating version of a Fairy tale of New York.
Indeed who can forget!
‘Youre a scumbag and a chancer that’s why you f**ked that dancer’
*applause*
The smell on Patrick’s Bridge is wicked
How does Father Matthew stick it?
Here’s up them all says the boys of Fairhill
The Blarney hens don’t lays at all
And when they lays they lays ’em small
Here’s up them all says the boys of Fairhill
The Blackpool girls are very rude
They go swimming in the nude
Here’s up them all says the boys of Fairhill
Blackpool boys are very nice
I have tried them once or twice
Here’s up them all says the boys of Fairhill
If you come to Cork you’ll get drisheen
Murphy’s stout and pigs crubeens
Here’s up them all says the boys of Fairhill
Well, Christy Ring he hooked the ball
We hooked him up, balls and all
Here’s up them all says the boys of Fairhill
The smell on Patrick’s Bridge is wicked
How does Father Matthew stick it?
Here’s up them all says the boys of Fairhill
Here’s up them all says the boys of Fairhill
Anything by the Script obviously, such as:
“All her life she has seen /All the meaner side of me
They took away the prophet’s dream for a profit on the street”
What vision to play prophet off against profit!
Or how about:
” You can be the greatest /You can be the best
You can be the King Kong banging on your chest”
Or my personal favourite teen-angst-via-TV-a-thon:
“She’s all laid up in bed with a broken heart,
While I’m drinking jack all alone in my local bar …
She needs me now but I can’t seem to find the time,
I’ve got a new job now on the unemployment line”
Stop, stop! I’ve seen enough…
Not sure if below are absolutely brilliant or complete doo doo
Me and Howard Hughes.. Bob and the boys
Hand me down a strong panacea,
One that’s guaranteed to make me feel like Hercules,
There’s flies everywhere, buzzing in the air,
Filling my body with filth and disease….and I think,
He thinks he should develop a complex,
He thinks that he really owes it to himself,
His friends’ll all say he’s looking sick and unhealthy
An’ then he can wallow in sweet self-neglect
geldof is a fine writer imo. rat-trap, and when the night comes are epic tunes. i can’t really see him in any ‘worst lyrics’ category meself.
OK, I want to talk about Ireland
Specifically I want to about the Famine
I need a Mars Bar
Hey raid the Spa
To help me through the day
I need a Mars Bar
I’ve had total fun
It helps me – makes me – work rest and play
It helps me – makes me – work rest and play
I never eat my dinner
I push away the plate
You can see I’m getting thinner
Because I just can’t wait
To get my Mars Bar
Hey raid the Spar …
To Patrick Moore and David Bowie
And all the other stars
There’s evidence here to show
That there’s life on Mars
I need a …
There’s glucose for energy
Caramel for strength
The chocolate’s only there
To keep it the right length
I need a …
To anybody out there who still eats Twix ?
Anybody on packets of Buttons ?
I gave them up when I was six
I hope your teeth are rotten
I need a …
Work – rest and play
Two eggs two rasher two sausage two Bacon Two puddins one Black and white
All placed like a tower on top of each other and then wrapped up good and
tight
If you¹re having some tea the milks over there and you¹ll find sugar in the bowl
Says she Do you want some sauce on that says I, I do in my roll
always thought there were some gems in Scary Eire’s “Dole Q”!
“the auld one is screamin at me to get off me f*ckin hole,
get out and get a job, stay off that jaysis dole”
“good jaysus, bless us and save us, it’d sicken your hole,
the things ye have to go through to get your l*ckin dole”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiSDF1bT59A
gwan the irish. even our crap lyrics are pretty good :)