AllyRose's Tree Fort

god i need to get back into music I have no clue who anyone more recent then like 2002 is and still don't know a lot of older artists are either lol.
 
See, y' need to introduce 'em to the more updated Irish music to get 'em into it, then slip in some of the more traditional stuff...

Half the time there's a long realization before "Wait, that's not the same, is it?"

*Points to the DropKick Murphys running on her player*
But I guess Fuck You I'm Drunk wasn't a good start.
 
Haven't listened to DKM in a while

*sorts through her playlist*

Much better.
 
He drinks a whiskey drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink

He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times​
 
He drinks a whiskey drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink

He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times​

Oh, are we singing about drinking?
'Kay.


I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
Would you please ignore that you
found me on the floor
Trying on your camisole?
O Alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
I'll use something else.
 
You can search far and wide
You can drink the whole town dry
But you'll never find a beer so brown
(But you'll never find a beer so brown)
As the one we drink in our home town
(As the one we drink in our home town)
You can drink your fancy ales
You can drink em by the flagon
But the only brew for the brave and true...
Comes from the green dragon
 
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
Drink and fight!
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
Drink and fight!
And if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and
Drink and fight!
 
A long time ago, way back in history,
when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

The Lord bless Charlie Mops!​
 
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar

(Whee! Grabbin' at straws with that one!)
 
We drink and we sing and we drink and we sing, hey!
We drink and we drive and we puke and we drink, hey!
We drink and we fight and we bleed and we cry, hey!
We puke and we smoke and we drink and we die, hey!​
 
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.

We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats


You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home....​

Oh Spirit of the West.
 
*relaxes in one of her outdoor Swingasan chair's*

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
 
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