Biografia:
Gaelic Storm is a highly-acclaimed Celtic band. Their music ranges from traditional Irish and Scottish music to original tunes, in both the Celtic and Celtic rock genres.
Gaelic Storm's origins can be traced back to 1996, when Patrick Murphy and Steve Wehmeyer joined with Steve Twigger and Uillean piper Brian Walsh to perform at O'Brien's Irish Pub and Restaurant in Santa Monica, California, of which Murphy was the manager. This led to a number of pub performances for the next year.
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Outras músicas:
- An Poc Ar Buile
- Barnyards Of Delgaty
- Black Is The Colour
- Bonnie Ship The Diamond
- Born To Be A Bachelor
- Courtin In The Kitchen
- Darcys Donkey
- Devil Down Below
- Dont Go For The One
- Dont Let The Truth Get In The Way Of A Good Story
- Drink The Night Away
- Human To A God
- I Miss My Home
- Johnny Jump Up
- Johnny Tarr
- Just Ran Out Of Whiskey
- Kellys Wellies
- Kiss Me Im Irish
- Lovers Wreck
- Marys Eyes
- Me And The Moon
- Never Drink Em Dry Johnny Tarrs Funeral
- New York Girls
- Pina Colada In A Pint Glass
- Raised On Black And Tans
- Scalliwag
- She Was The Prize
- Short A Couple A Bob
- Swimming In The Sea
- Tell Me Ma
- The Leaving Of Liverpool
- The Long Way Home
- The Space Race
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Gaelic Storm
Never Drink 'em Dry (Johnny Tarr's Funeral)
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Intro: E (repeat)
E
Now I'm sure you've heard the sorry tale of the day when Johnny fell,
But here's a side of the story, boys, you might not know so well.
E
When the hullabaloo was over, that night at the Castle Bar
A B E
Myself and the Five Cork Women had to bury Johnny Tarr!
E
We rolled him out the door to the morgue at Bishopstown,
We asked if they'd cremeate him, but the coroner wore a frown.
He sadly shook his head and said, "Your plan won't work so well,
A B E
There's so much booze inside his veins he'll blow this place to hell!"
A E
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud,
A B
Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
C#m B
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that when you die,
A
In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
B G E
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
E
We finally got him out the door and we propped him again' the wall,
But we couldn't find a big enough hearse to carry him at all.
We rolled him to Cobh Harbor, for a burial at sea,
A B E
We found the Irish Navy, they had all gone home for tea.
A E
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud,
A B
Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
C#m B
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that when you die,
A
In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
B G E E
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
Solo:| C#m | B | C#m | A B |
| C#m | B | A | B G| E |
E
So once more we slowly rolled him, to the pub where he lived and died,
We went in to drown our sorrows, and we left the corpse outside.
When we stumbed out at sunrise, he was white as any sheet,
A B E
There was Johnny frozen solid in the middle of the street.
E
So we covered him in concrete, and forevermore he'll stand
A pigeon on his baldy head and a pint glass in his hand.
The passersby all give a shout to the Saint of Lager Louts,
A B E
"Please treat him as a Roundabout!" Yer man named Johnny Tarr!
A B E
"Please treat him as a Roundabout!" Yer man named Johnny Tarr!
A E
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud,
A B
Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
C#m B
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that when you die,
A
In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
B G E
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
A
In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
B G E
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
Never Drink 'em Dry (Johnny Tarr's Funeral)
---------------------------------------------
Intro: E (repeat)
E
Now I'm sure you've heard the sorry tale of the day when Johnny fell,
But here's a side of the story, boys, you might not know so well.
E
When the hullabaloo was over, that night at the Castle Bar
A B E
Myself and the Five Cork Women had to bury Johnny Tarr!
E
We rolled him out the door to the morgue at Bishopstown,
We asked if they'd cremeate him, but the coroner wore a frown.
He sadly shook his head and said, "Your plan won't work so well,
A B E
There's so much booze inside his veins he'll blow this place to hell!"
A E
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud,
A B
Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
C#m B
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that when you die,
A
In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
B G E
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
E
We finally got him out the door and we propped him again' the wall,
But we couldn't find a big enough hearse to carry him at all.
We rolled him to Cobh Harbor, for a burial at sea,
A B E
We found the Irish Navy, they had all gone home for tea.
A E
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud,
A B
Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
C#m B
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that when you die,
A
In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
B G E E
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
Solo:| C#m | B | C#m | A B |
| C#m | B | A | B G| E |
E
So once more we slowly rolled him, to the pub where he lived and died,
We went in to drown our sorrows, and we left the corpse outside.
When we stumbed out at sunrise, he was white as any sheet,
A B E
There was Johnny frozen solid in the middle of the street.
E
So we covered him in concrete, and forevermore he'll stand
A pigeon on his baldy head and a pint glass in his hand.
The passersby all give a shout to the Saint of Lager Louts,
A B E
"Please treat him as a Roundabout!" Yer man named Johnny Tarr!
A B E
"Please treat him as a Roundabout!" Yer man named Johnny Tarr!
A E
So if it starts raining and the thunder rumbles loud,
A B
Johnny's fallen up in heaven and landed on a cloud.
C#m B
His tears are failing as he laughs for he knows that when you die,
A
In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
B G E
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
A
In the big! Pub! Way up in the sky!
B G E
You'll never ever, ever, ever, ever drink 'em dry!
Gaia Consort
Gaia Epicus
Gaia Mesiah
Gaia Riva
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