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The Dog Days Of Summer (My Band)
- Thread starter Raven
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Our name is on the flyer for the acoustic festival
http://www.acousticfestival.co.uk/poster.jpg
Our name is at the bottom of the band list
http://www.acousticfestival.co.uk/poster.jpg
Our name is at the bottom of the band list
I'll be expecting a tour through Holland next year. Don't disappoint me
Small world, cuz I have indeed. I've been meaning to see them play, but no-one else is interested, and I'm reluctant to goin' solo.
Ahh I would love to see them live. Missed them when they last came here
I got in on the guestlist to one gig but I was on holiday at the time of the actual gig :/
I speak to the light engineer - Arjen, the most. They are all really nice guys though
I speak to the light engineer - Arjen, the most. They are all really nice guys though
New song lyrics. I can't get the audio from Hotmail onto my computer to get it online
So you'll all just have to wait.. In the mean time you can read the lyrics to 2 of our new songs if you wish
The Devil Came Down to Cromer.
As I was walking all alone after a gig on Cromer pier,
I heard a sound from underground that filled me full of fear.
I thought it might have something to do with the 15 pints of beer,
But one thing that I did know was I had to get out of there.
So I turned around and made my way back to solid soil,
When I looked beneath the pier and saw the sea had begun to boil.
An evil light was rising from the depths as if from Hell,
And the noise was growing louder as the flames began to swell.
I’d almost made it off the pier when an explosion knocked me down,
There stood Old Nick with a glowing pick and a skull encrusted crown.
In one hand he held a banjo that dripped with human blood,
And I stood there rooted to the spot surrounded by the flood.
He smiled at me and said with glee “Hey Son, I heard you play,
But you Norfolk boys should stick to wrestling your sisters in the hay.
And I know I can outplay you any night and any day,
And if you lose, well then I choose your soul to take away”.
Every part of me just wanted to turn and run and scream,
But my nerves were growing bigger like I was having a crazy dream.
So I stood up on a wooden bench and looked him in the eye
and said “I accept your challenge matey boy and if I win you die”.
So the Devil began to play …………………..
When he’d finished the Devil looked at me with a deadly grin,
“You can still quit, you little shit unless you think you’ll win”.
But confident I stepped up and unleashed my 5 stringed sword,
I flipped him a big old V sign and I played the Devil’s chords ….
I must admit, he’s good Old Nick he won it fair and square,
And now I’m sat in the flames below with vipers in my hair.
For eternity I have to play a banjo that’s on fire,
With tuning pegs of my own flesh and strings of garrotte wire.
And every say I hear him play that bluegrass straight from hell,
And how I wish my fellow dogs had been there when I fell.
At least then when I’m burning I wouldn’t be alone,
And then we’d learn the Devil’s tunes as we watched him on his throne.
The Devil Came Down to Cromer.
As I was walking all alone after a gig on Cromer pier,
I heard a sound from underground that filled me full of fear.
I thought it might have something to do with the 15 pints of beer,
But one thing that I did know was I had to get out of there.
So I turned around and made my way back to solid soil,
When I looked beneath the pier and saw the sea had begun to boil.
An evil light was rising from the depths as if from Hell,
And the noise was growing louder as the flames began to swell.
I’d almost made it off the pier when an explosion knocked me down,
There stood Old Nick with a glowing pick and a skull encrusted crown.
In one hand he held a banjo that dripped with human blood,
And I stood there rooted to the spot surrounded by the flood.
He smiled at me and said with glee “Hey Son, I heard you play,
But you Norfolk boys should stick to wrestling your sisters in the hay.
And I know I can outplay you any night and any day,
And if you lose, well then I choose your soul to take away”.
Every part of me just wanted to turn and run and scream,
But my nerves were growing bigger like I was having a crazy dream.
So I stood up on a wooden bench and looked him in the eye
and said “I accept your challenge matey boy and if I win you die”.
So the Devil began to play …………………..
When he’d finished the Devil looked at me with a deadly grin,
“You can still quit, you little shit unless you think you’ll win”.
But confident I stepped up and unleashed my 5 stringed sword,
I flipped him a big old V sign and I played the Devil’s chords ….
I must admit, he’s good Old Nick he won it fair and square,
And now I’m sat in the flames below with vipers in my hair.
For eternity I have to play a banjo that’s on fire,
With tuning pegs of my own flesh and strings of garrotte wire.
And every say I hear him play that bluegrass straight from hell,
And how I wish my fellow dogs had been there when I fell.
At least then when I’m burning I wouldn’t be alone,
And then we’d learn the Devil’s tunes as we watched him on his throne.
When Drinking Used to be Fun
You know just as well as me it’s like a battleground,
outside the bars on Friday night in every single town.
With happy hours in modern bars that all just look the same,
but all drinkers are ostracised and “everyone’s to blame”.
Proper pubs with proper bands are becoming obsolete,
and the music scene in England is looking dead on its feet.
If it’s not Coldplay or Drum n Bass the bars don’t want to know,
So let the DJ’s play and let the overpriced drinks flow.
This one’s for the Landlords of real pubs with real beer.
For giving us somewhere to go with decent bands to hear.
Where people sing, drink and dance and lock the door at one,
Let’s go back to the time when drinking used to be fun.
My idea of heaven is on a sunny afternoon.
In a pub an old man starts singing a folk tune
And everyone will sing along and raise their glass and cheer
if only this could happen every day in every year.
Proper ales and friendly pubs is what this country needs
But all I see is trendy bars and oh how my heart bleeds.
Violent crime, drunken assault, but listen here’s the thing,
These bars spring up, good pubs close down, you just can’t f**king win!
This one’s for the Landlords of real pubs with real beer.
For giving us somewhere to go with decent bands to hear.
Where people sing, drink and dance and lock the door at one,
Let’s go back to the time when drinking used to be fun.
You know just as well as me it’s like a battleground,
outside the bars on Friday night in every single town.
With happy hours in modern bars that all just look the same,
but all drinkers are ostracised and “everyone’s to blame”.
Proper pubs with proper bands are becoming obsolete,
and the music scene in England is looking dead on its feet.
If it’s not Coldplay or Drum n Bass the bars don’t want to know,
So let the DJ’s play and let the overpriced drinks flow.
This one’s for the Landlords of real pubs with real beer.
For giving us somewhere to go with decent bands to hear.
Where people sing, drink and dance and lock the door at one,
Let’s go back to the time when drinking used to be fun.
My idea of heaven is on a sunny afternoon.
In a pub an old man starts singing a folk tune
And everyone will sing along and raise their glass and cheer
if only this could happen every day in every year.
Proper ales and friendly pubs is what this country needs
But all I see is trendy bars and oh how my heart bleeds.
Violent crime, drunken assault, but listen here’s the thing,
These bars spring up, good pubs close down, you just can’t f**king win!
This one’s for the Landlords of real pubs with real beer.
For giving us somewhere to go with decent bands to hear.
Where people sing, drink and dance and lock the door at one,
Let’s go back to the time when drinking used to be fun.
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