• Drink half a pint  -  Half a Pint

  • John McLean  -  Half a Pint

  • Ireland my land  -  Half a Pint

  • The old man from the Pub out there  Half a Pint

  • Whiskey to die  -  Half a Pint

  • Not the last train  -  Half a Pint

  • Fisherman's Rest  -  Half a Pint

  • Venality  -  Half a Pint

  • Summer's end  -  Half a Pint

  • Pitcairn  -  Half a Pin

  • The ballad of Belly O'Connor  -  Coalminers Beat

  • Land of the green  -  Coalminers Beat

  • Ride on  -  Cruachan

  • The Irish Rover  -  The Pogues

  • Dirty old town  -  The Pogues

  • Streams of Whiskey  -  The Pogues

  • Young Ned of the hill  -  The Pogues

  • Fairytale of New York -  The Pogues

  • Whiskey in the Jar  -  Flogging Molly

  • Maid of the River  -  The Levellers

  • Far away  -  Paddy goes to Holyhead

  • Great Song of Indifference  -  Bob Geldof

  • Turn the page  -  Metallica

  • I'm on fire  -  Bruce Springsteen

  • Van Diemen's Land  -  U2

  • The Cave  -  Mumford & Sons

  • Waltzing Matilda  -  Australian Traditional

  • 500 miles  -  The Proclaimers

  • Boys of Summer  -  Don Henley

  • Rocky road to Dublin  -  Highkings

  • Good riddance  -  Greenday

  • Oh Love  -  Greenday

  • Lamento boliviano  -  Enanitos verdes

  • Chan Chan  -  Buena Vista Social Club

  • Granite Years  -  Oysterband

  • I'll tell me ma  -  Fiddler's Green

  • Raglan Road  -  Luke Kelly

  • Rose Tattoo  -  Dropkick Murphys

  • Shipping up to Boston  -  Dropkick Murphys

  • Leaving of Liverpool   -  Paddy goes to Holyhead

  • Welcome to the show  -  Cromdale

  • Can't say no  -  Rea Garvey

  • The Auld Triangle  -  Irish Traditional

  • Fields of Athenry  -  Irish Traditional

  • Jock Stewart  -  Irish Traditional

  • Black is the colour  -  Traditional Folk Song

  • Swing Life away  -  Rise Against

  • When I'm dead and gone  -  Fury in the Slaughterhouse

  • All the small things  -  Blink 182

  • Run  -  Snow Patrol

  • Landing in London  -  3 doors down

  • Sympathy for the devil  -  Rolling Stones

  • 51st State  -  New Model Army

  • Hard to handle  -  The black crowes

  • Loser -  Beck





  • Eigene Song-Texte:


    Drink half a pint

    What the hell has happened today? 
    Why do you feel you should run away?

    The most important: Take it easy, 

    Be always balanced and keep your mind breezy.

    Go out and drink half a pint and another half a pint  


    Just relax and blot out the sorrows from your mind
    Just relax and blot out the sorrows from your mind
         

    Life is not a bowl of cherries,
    The heck with it, just leave be merry.
    Go out meet your friends and feel like a rover,
    Have fun until the night is over.

    And we drink half a pint and another half a pint 
    Just relax and blot out the sorrows from your mind
    Just relax and blot out the sorrows from your mind          

    You never walk alone my friend,
    It’s only today, it’s not the end.
    Don't fear being left on the shelf,
    I think you only can help yourself.

    So drink half a pint and another half a pint
    Just relax and blot out the sorrows from your mind
    Just relax and blot out the sorrows from your mind         

    Yes we drink half a pint and another half a pint
    Just relax and blot out the sorrows from your mind
    Just relax and blot out the sorrows from your mind          

    Just relax and drink half a pint!   



    John McLean
     
    John McLean was born in 1879 and he was a Scottish Socialist.
    He was fighting for equality for everyone, you can say a real idealist.
    Curiously that his slice of cake was always bigger than the rest.
    John McLean was canting and corrupt, he was canting and corrupt
    John McLean was canting and corrupt, he was canting and corrupt.

    And his son the proud owner of a small company was also clever
    and his name was Dan.
    He was working so hard, went to church every Sunday and he was
    a well-respected man.
    Suddenly he got rich making shady business with a well-dressed
    and strange gentleman.
    Johnny's son was canting and corrupt, he was canting and corrupt
    Johnny's son was canting and corrupt, he was canting and corrupt.

    Little Jim was the grandson of old John McLean, left his fatherland
    to start a better life.
    But one fine day the nationalists were ruling the new state
    where he lived with his dog and his wife.
    A shock for the people but not for Little Jim, he had connections,
    a good job a lavish life.
    Johnny's grandson was canting and corrupt, he was canting and corrupt
    Johnny's grandson was canting and corrupt, he was canting and corrupt.
    Many people in this fucking world are also canting and corrupt.
    Many people in this fucking world are also canting and corrupt.




    Ireland my land

    In 1992 when I was 22 years old,

    I packed my bags to go out to see a different road.

    I got the urge to travel, to travel all alone.

    I heard of a land of green, an island in the west,
    The land of Guinness and Whiskey, I was restless in my chest.

    Ready for adventures I wanted to leave alone.

    Have you ever been in Ireland walking lonely on the coast.
    Against the wind from seaside and completely lost in thoughts
    I found freedom in Ireland, my land, I found freedom in Ireland, my land


    I arrived in Dublin city heard the music in the pubs,

    Saw the ladies with green eyes, I felt the wind, the sea, the rocks.
    Completely satisfied I strolled around enjoyed the life.


    Then I went over to the West Coast, Cliffs of Moher, Galway Bay,

    From Doolin to O’Brien’s Tower I walked all the way.
    Me and my walkman and my thoughts and nothing else.


    Have you ever been in Ireland walking lonely on the coast.
    Against the wind from seaside and completely lost in thoughts
    I found freedom in Ireland, my land, I found freedom in Ireland, my land

    Now 20 years later when I look back on my life,
    Remembering Ireland, I appreciate that time.
    The time with the nature, myself and no one else.

    Have you ever been in Ireland walking lonely on the coast.
    Against the wind from seaside and completely lost in thoughts
    I found freedom in Ireland, my land, I found freedom in Ireland, my land




    The old man from the Pub out there

    The old man from the Pub out there was a weird man,
    most people got around him, they didn’t understand.
    No one knew his story, he only told his name,
    No one could ever say from where he came.

    Sometimes he was observing, sat there and drank his pints,
    he never talked a lot, was sometimes lost in minds.
    The story of his life was written in his face
    I saw suffering but also brightness in his eyes.

    The old man from the Pub out there his face was sometimes rough,
    but the old man from the Pub out there never told needless stuff.
    Most people didn’t like him, ‘cause he was a silent guy,
    I admired him for his wisdom and the fact that he was quiet.

    He did not come to teach us, he did not come to brag,
    he was not overbearing, he just followed his own track.
    Power and reputation were not relevant for him,

    for many people it’s the most important thing.

     In this world only showmen are respected                      
    When you`re silent you are not really accepted.            
    Don't know why, don't know why!

    The old man from the Pub out there his face was sometimes rough,
    but the old man from the Pub out there never told needless stuff.
    Most people didn’t like him, ‘cause he was a silent guy,
    I admired him for his wisdom and the fact that he was quiet.
                                              

    One day the old man disappeared, he never came back again,
    now his chair was empty and I felt a kind of pain.
    The old man from the Pub out there was hard to understand,
    I understood him and I wished I was his friend.

    The old man from the Pub out there his face was sometimes rough,
    but the old man from the Pub out there never told needless stuff.
    Most people didn’t like him, ‘cause he was a silent guy,
    I admired him for his wisdom and the fact that he was quiet.

    Whiskey to die

    160 years ago during the Irish famine
    some young Irish fellows met in a pub in Dublin.
    They made a plan to leave the land to escape the potato blight,
    excitedly they talked at beer and their eyes were bright.

    And then a few days later on an early summer day,
    5 Irish heroes heaved out and sailed away.
    Leaving Cork Harbour - yeah, with Boston in mind,
    they left their friends and family and fatherland behind.

    Loaded with barrels of Whiskey I’d say more than enough,
    The boat was small and rocking and the sea was quite rough.
    To override the fear Jack and Daniel drank a lot,
    they drank Whiskey instead of water - and felt overboard.

    The days were dragging on and everyone in a bad mood,
    the barrels emptied out, the guys drank much more than they should.
    No land ahoy no hope on board so they drank even more,
    Jonathan and Finnegan and Sam destroyed their core.

    All of them died on the sea, they never reached the mole,
    bowled down by Whiskey, the consumption got out of control.
    So they escaped the hunger, but the thirst was too great,
    and when they were regretting it the time was too late.




    Not the last train

    Galway - almost midnight, searching for a train.
    Running through the Merchants Road, up and down again.
    Fearing always fearing that the last train could have left the town.
    Hearing the silence of the street in the night - alone.

    But it's not the last train leaving the town there's always another chance.
    Don't be afraid my mate to catch the train in time, 'cos mostly it's not too late.

    You are not in a hurry and even if it left, on the next train you will get.
    You can influence many things in your life, but you can't dominate everything.

    The lights of life always change from red to green to red to green.
    So take your time, take care of the lights, life is much more simple than it seems.



    Venality

    They are asking for donation in TV for the poor people in Africa.
    When I was a child I thought that poverty is the consequence of the drought.
    Millions of people are suffering ‘cause a few old men can’t get enough.
    They are filling their pockets - without ethics and decency.

    Dishonesty goes on and the povertry goes on
    and the people are losing their hope and their faith
    in this world infused with - venality.

    The rich men get more, more than they need
    down-and-dirty, obsessed with power
    in this world infused with - venality.


    You can find this obsession with power in all parts of society,
    in politics, economy, in sports and even in the church.
    I often ask myself 'bout the source of this illness of humanity,
    probably always existing and indestructible.

    Dishonesty goes on and the povertry goes on
    and the people are losing their hope and their faith
    in this world infused with - venality.

    The rich men get more, more than they need
    down-and-dirty, obsessed with power
    in this world infused with - venality.

    You're obnoxious, insupportable
    obnoxious, you are the scum!




    Summer's end

    I’m sittin’ on a porch down in Tennessee
    The sun is shining strongly and it feels good to be.

    Nothing disturbs me - panoramic view 

    Not worth to speculate what is wrong what is true.

    They say that the summer is coming to an end
    Not for me, I can’t see, summer's end.


    I hear the music and I feel young
    A drink in the right hand – the main things are done.
    The children are playing, they are growing so fast
    Remembering highlights, good moments from the past.


    They say that the summer is coming to an end
    Not for me, don't wanna to see, summer's end.

    The look in the mirror and the look inside
    is not the same something that I cannot avoid
    Not a greying gent but summer until the end.


Pitcairn

Long time ago, some sailors of the Bounty boat mutinied and escaped.
They found a place, far away from anywhere an island small but beautiful.

So they landed there and lighted up their own boat 
now incapable to leave.
It was hard, to live together and to make terms that’s why some of them have been slayed.

They are trapped in paradise they cannot leave, cannot leave
trapped in paradise all their life.

After few years, on this island called Pitcairn only Adams and the women survived.
What remained? Children without destination on this dead place in the middle of nowhere.

They are trapped in paradise they cannot leave, cannot leave
trapped in paradise all their life.

March 5th 1829 Adams died, the last mutineer.
Latterly he was afraid if it was good to be here.

Trapped in paradise they cannot leave, cannot leave
trapped in paradise all their life.