SIR REG – S/T (2010)

  • RELEASE DATE:
    2010-11-19
  • 01. Feck The Celtic Tiger
    02. Arrive On St Patricks Day
    03. Drink Up Ya Sinners
    04. Strait Of Magellan
    05. Coimhthíoch
    06. Golden Days
    07. Capt’n’s Jig
    08. Tomorrows The Day
  • The eponymous début album was voted ”Best Celtic rock and punk album of 2010” by the readers of the Celticfolkpunk and also by listeners on internet radio station Paddy Rock Radio.

Lyrics

01. Feck the Celtic Tiger

There’s another flippin’ youngfella who’s running from his land
with money in his pocket, there’s a ticket in his hand
Well maybe he’s off to America or England or Oz
but I tell ya he’ll be better off without the bloody sods

Ah take me away to the promised land
where the beer is so much better and the women understand
Oh take me away to the promised land
and Feck the Celtic Tiger said yer man

Well they’re talking of recession and the property is down
Sell your Fiat Puntos boys, and head on into town
The tiger’s had its glory and they’re laying off in droves
but I tell ya we’ll be better off without the bloody rogues

02. Arrive on St. Patrick’s Day

Shake the dust from your eyes and wake up from your sadness
Lock it up and throw away the key
Leave the long years behind and wake up from your madness
Give it up, we’re shipping out today

Now the captain roars when we drop our oars
and we’re living in a puddle of decay
But now we have no fear for the dock is near
and we long for Dublin bay

Cheers to you and the rest of the world
Ah we’re dying to see yiz again
Cheers to you, we’re the best of the worst
We’ll arrive on St. Patrick’s day

Breaks the day like a fire now I’m crippled with gladness
I Lap it up and cry away away the glee
Left the others behind and forgot about the badness,
Gave it up, but shaking all the same

For a man is wise when he knows his vice
When he’s livin’ in in a muddle of dismay
Yeah we have no fear for the end is near
And we long for Dublin bay

Take a look at the lies and remember the faces
Covered up and bow their heads in shame
There’s a life left to live now we’ll take all our chances
I’m Coming home and burying blame

Now the captain roars when we drop our oars
and we’re living in a puddle of dismay
But now we have no fear for the dock is near
and we long for Dublin bay

03. Drink Up Ya Sinners

Yeah I seen on the news the economy’s shite
That you got the blues and yer livin’ on the dole
Two years have gone since you bought your new gaf
Well look at you now, ah you’re snivellin’ and broke

Drink up ya sinners, Drink all ya can
Drink away your sorrows you’re an Irish man
Drink up ya sinners, Drink all ya can
Drink away your sorrows you’re an Irish man

I remember the 80s, I was just a lad
and the airport was full with the cream of the land
Then they came home to a greedier place
Now they’re leaving again with the egg on their face

And the only thing I know is that we’ll make our way to heaven,
And the only thing I’m sure is that the other place is not a better place.

Now you’ve sold off yer house
and you’re selling the car
Moved back to yer ma’s
and u give her half your dole
You look to the future
and hope it’ll change
But you’re stuck here denying,
Ya threw it all away

04. Strait Of Magellan

Good evening, loved one, love dearest o’mine
Don’t shiver, don’t shudder, ere morning is nigh
I’ll tell, yes I’ll tell of my direful Fate
That met me in the waters of Magellan’s strait

I say to thee, loved one, my tattered soul
Has wandered hither on the gloomiest road
I’ve strayed on so many a lonesome path
‘cause Fate does not dither to send upon men her wrath

No, God seldom alters his plans, our fate
we all have to linger, we all have to wait
and Death roams the waters of Magellan’s strait

The Pious’s prayer’s redeeming his soul
when the labourous crossings are heavy to thole
we were aiming for Rio when Neptune’s wrath struck
the tempest was sudden, thus ended my luck

The Mizzen went first by a splintering roar
the ship was a-shivering from poop deck to fore
I prayed to the Virgin, to the mother of God
“If rich men are to live, why can’t Thou save my life ?
Save me poor sod”

As we tumbled thar through the Strait
I was struck by a loose-cutted crate
Then I fell in the sea by a spate (yes, by a spate)

Don’t mourn for me, loved one, no reason to cry
I wandered the Oceans, in shadows I lie
Thou wilt go in life on, the sea be my grave
My requiem solemly sung by the thunderous wave

05. Coimhthíoch (instrumental)

06. Golden Days

When I think of other days
of boozing with the boys
All the way to Harry Street
with the all familiar joys
Ah me reindeer coins were making sounds
on the jukebox on the wall
And we’d grab a beer and toast the lads
‘til closing time did fall..

When I think about, the way me life worked out
It’s then I realize just what it’s all about

Though the pub’s still there, the crowd has gone
Suppose they’ve all moved on
But it takes me back when I see the place
Ah to reminisce upon
all the good ole days I spent in there
And many I did have
And the famous Scally party tricks
that’d drive a sane man mad.

When I think about, the way me life worked out
It’s then I realize just what it’s all about

And Everytime I think of you
I’m feeling all In a daze
Yeah Everytime I think of you
I’m drinkin’ lost in a maize
Yeah Everytime I think of you I stop in a craze
What a phase, Golden Days

And so I went and moved away and I left the lads behind
Didn’t find a pub ah to make me home, I was searching all the time
Then I met a girl and settled down, no more drinkin’ every night
Well this life is short and the time is gold, but just remember you decide!

07. Capt’n’s Jig

Hoist her up and go afar
don’t give a damn if we’ll cross the bar.
We’re sailing away on this rotten brig
while dancing the Capt’n’s jig!

Letters o’ grace, letters o’ Marque!
Grant me permission to sink that barque!
Name me ‘a dog’, call me ‘a pig’!
I’m dancing the Capt’n’s jig, oh!

Hoist’em up them scarlet sails
else you’ll be flung by the Cat o’ nine tails.
(Oh,) hare-brained fools! This isn’t a rig;
we’re dancing the Capt’n’s jig!

Whimps of the flock, men of dry land;
whining like children when far off the strand.
Throw off yer frock, burn up yer whig
and dance the Capt’n’s jig, oh!

He’s dancing right here yet dancing so far away
(Needless to say!)
His drunken steps are keeping the reefs at bay.
(All the way!)
The Capt’n’s ode to Terpsichore is plain
(So it’s said!)
His cannons keeps his rhythm, their rhythm is his name

We do not sing, just ululate
whilst spending on liquor our puny rent
It doesn’t pay off, the check is not big,
to dance the Capt’n’s jig…

Listen here, now listen straight
the crowd be a’waiting, we mustn’t wait
Pillage our show, plunder’s our gig
we’re dancing the Capt’n’s jig, oh!

08. Tomorrow’s the Day

If I counted all the times that me luck has run out
Well I’d be here for most of the day
I’ve been struggling hard in a land of no hope
But I’ve tried yes indeed yes I’ve tried
So I’m leaving now for a better Life I pray.

I plead every night to the man in the sky
For to help me escape from me plight
I’ve heard lies, I’ve had pain, I’ve lived hell on this earth
Nice to leave it behind for a while
So I’m leaving now for a better life I pray

Tomorrow’s the day that I’m goin away
And never again will ya see me the same boys
Oh I’m leaving there’s hell to be paid
For once in me Life, I am longing to be
The man with the vision of how we should see joys
Oh I’m leaving there’s hell to be paid

Speak to me now tell me what u believe
Am I letting ya down If I go?
There’s some work to be found and ya know it’s not here
I’ve no choice dear, I’m feeling yer woe

So I’m goin to change all this mess to a life
One worth livin’, a chance to be grand
I’ll remember your face when I’m well on me way
Ah goodbye dear I’m grabbing my hand

Just forgive me this time I’ll return to you love
And I’ll take with me riches and gold
I’ve had hopes, I’ve had dreams
And I’ll make them come true
I’ll be seeing ya now fond adieu
So I’m leaving now for a better place I pray