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Empty Bottles (Demo)
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A f***in' riot.
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A mixture of Irish Folk influece and old school and new wave punk. It's Punk with a fiddle!
Throw together a singing activist, a bass tapping medic, a lead guitarist called Rupert and a fiddling Philosopher? It can only be Finnegan's Wake! A hybrid of Irish Folk and rip-roaring punk music results in good music, good times, a good message and a hell of a lot of fun. We double dare you not to tap your feet! We're: Al Baker - Vocals/Acoustic Guitar Rupert Noise - Lead Guitar Andy "Mini" Cav - Bass The Rt. Hon. Sir James Kemp III - Fiddle And We're Finnegan's Wake!
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Genre
Rock • Punk
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#26,191 today Peak #349
#2,017 in subgenre Peak #16
Author
Finnegans Wake
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Finnegans Wake
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August 06, 2005
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This is a song about that tremendous alcohol induced amnesia, apathy and abstinence we should all experience (in moderation of course)
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Empty Bottles Walking down Oxford Road All dressed up, no place to go Let my brain take in the cold I'm feeling very rock and roll If I could only have a pound For every time I've seen this town I'd never have to walk these streets again. Since I was fifteen years old Discovered Guiness extra cold Learnt a trick or two at pool And found myself a bar room stool Now I can never sleep a wink Unless I get a drop to drink So I guess I won't be sleeping much with you CHORUS So darling, darling don't you cry You know that all your hopes and dreams Were born to die So I'd say good luck But I don't wanna lie So don't raise your eye, Nor drop a tear Just pass that empty bottle here. I was promised oh so much By all my teachers and my friends I swallowed it all whole Until they spat me out again Now there's nothing I can do But stand and sing a song or two Oh what a fucking laugh our lives can be. CHORUS Though some people say Even blunted knives have blades And the vicious hand that wields them never stops This isn't my concern The only lesson I have learned Is the bottom of the bottle is too close to the top CHORUS If I drown myself in music I'll never hear you scream If I drink until I'm blind Then I will see no misery Maybe my heart will never love If I've just booze instead of blood Let Empty Bottles be my lovers when you leave CHORUS
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