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.. a Scotsman, Englishman and an Irishman, walk into a pub .. and sing a barmaid tribute song .. it was about 'time'.
"Rosie" (the barmaid) - Caroline
APB - the drunken rabble (and the rest).
Influences: Blur "Parklife", The Small Faces "Lazy Sunday Afternoon", Bernard Cribbins "Right Said Fred", The Pogues, The Corries and celtic pop/rock like Status Quo "Burning bridges" and Slade "Runaway". A nod also to some influence from a song called "Mr.Wrong" written by Amanda Brown for the group Nobody Knows.
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June 22, 2008
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"Rosie" (the barmaid) - Caroline
APB - the drunken rabble (and the rest).
Influences: Blur "Parklife", The Small Faces "Lazy Sunday Afternoon", Bernard Cribbins "Right Said Fred", The Pogues, The Corries and celtic pop/rock like Status Quo "Burning bridges" and Slade "Runaway". A nod also to some influence from a song called "Mr.Wrong" written by Amanda Brown for the group Nobody Knows.
Samples used from Freesound CC licensed: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/sampling+/1.0/
June 22, 2008
By lonemonk (http://www.freesound.org/usersViewSingle.php?id=230160)
Yet Another Bar Crowd - June 2007.wav (http://www.freesound.org/samplesViewSingle.php?id=36321)
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Lyrics
Well the burn of a foreign sun,
Or the chill of our winters snow,
I'll be soaked through with rain- again
Fore it dampens Rosie's glow.
She might be fat, flat, sharp perhaps an' not a lot of that ..
... "queen of fair maidens".
A tip might raise a smile, an' for a little while .. she's a barrel of larfs ..
There's much to do, with Irn Bru, an' catchin' flu and killing time small talkin' the punters,
An' if you meet, in the street, she 'ain't so sweet, for there's no treat, in mixing work with pleasure.
Well we didn't come to talk the weather,
An' we didn't plan to steal the show- oh no,
We'll be knee deep in bloomin' heather,
Raise yer glass to our Rosie's glow, oh ho ho, a'ho ho .. a'ho ho
Slainte mhor! - (Settle down you buggers!)
Rosie dear, over here.. (What can I get you darlin'?) A pint of heavy .. er .. a guinness .. and a lager...Patrick - it's your round ..
[Och away an' shite y'bollocks]
Don't call her wench, she speaks French .. fluently ... a model to the profession
She'll fix her hair, seldom swear, I don't even care ...where my order got to...
She'll flirt and tease, with expertise, late license fees .. are well worth the money,
'Cos when she's here, serving beer, I'll never fear that my mates jokes ain't funny.
Well we didn't come to talk the weather,
An' we didn't plan to steal the show- oh no,
We'll be knee deep in bloomin' heather,
Raise yer glass to our Rosie's glow, oh ho ho, a'ho ho .. a'ho ho
One for the road .. oh bollox.
(Time gentlemen please, time - ain't you got no bleedin' homes to go to?)
Or the chill of our winters snow,
I'll be soaked through with rain- again
Fore it dampens Rosie's glow.
She might be fat, flat, sharp perhaps an' not a lot of that ..
... "queen of fair maidens".
A tip might raise a smile, an' for a little while .. she's a barrel of larfs ..
There's much to do, with Irn Bru, an' catchin' flu and killing time small talkin' the punters,
An' if you meet, in the street, she 'ain't so sweet, for there's no treat, in mixing work with pleasure.
Well we didn't come to talk the weather,
An' we didn't plan to steal the show- oh no,
We'll be knee deep in bloomin' heather,
Raise yer glass to our Rosie's glow, oh ho ho, a'ho ho .. a'ho ho
Slainte mhor! - (Settle down you buggers!)
Rosie dear, over here.. (What can I get you darlin'?) A pint of heavy .. er .. a guinness .. and a lager...Patrick - it's your round ..
[Och away an' shite y'bollocks]
Don't call her wench, she speaks French .. fluently ... a model to the profession
She'll fix her hair, seldom swear, I don't even care ...where my order got to...
She'll flirt and tease, with expertise, late license fees .. are well worth the money,
'Cos when she's here, serving beer, I'll never fear that my mates jokes ain't funny.
Well we didn't come to talk the weather,
An' we didn't plan to steal the show- oh no,
We'll be knee deep in bloomin' heather,
Raise yer glass to our Rosie's glow, oh ho ho, a'ho ho .. a'ho ho
One for the road .. oh bollox.
(Time gentlemen please, time - ain't you got no bleedin' homes to go to?)
Roxylee
How creatively original this is! You compose so well! :-) The vocals, instrumentation, and mixing all superb, as usual. and Caro's theatrical voice is perfect for the part of Rosie.