Whisky in der Musik?

Horst_S

Das Lied 'Whiskey in the Jar' kennt nun fast jeder. Auch die modernen Musiker haben es mehr als einmal gecovert. Wo aber gibt es noch Whisky-Zitate in der Musik der letzten 50 Jahre?

Mamma Told Me Not To Come - Eric Burdin and The Animals
beginnt mit:
"Whisky in your coffee, sugar in your tea ..."

American Pie - Don McLean
hat im Refrain:
"Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye ..."

sven_rheinmain

Eben grade im Auto gehört:

I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

(The Pogues - Streams of Whiskey)

Beutlin

... ich brauch´ auch kein Whisky und kein Kokain, aber geiler wärs schon als in der Gosse zu lie´n ...

(Westernhagen, Geiler is´schon)

Vom Koks distanziere ich mich hiermit ausdrücklich

Der Alabama Song von den Doors, der mir auch sofort einfiel, ist übrigens eine Adaption der "Whisky Bar" von Kurt Weill / Bert Brecht.

Wenn ich die Frage mal erweitern darf: Wie steht´s denn mit musikalischen Würdigungen von --> Single Malts?

Wohlsein
Beutlin

Gerrit_R

Ich hätte da auch noch zwei Whisk(e)y zu bieten:

ACDC "Whiskey on the Rocks"

Pat Travers "Snortin' Whiskey"

In einem Musikstück kommt 'sipping Whisky and Wine' vor, aber ich komme im Moment nicht auf den Titel/Interpreten.

Gruß aus OWL

Gerrit

Marko_I

Ich biete mal von Jethro Tull:
"Another Christmas Song"

...
Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning ---
the beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town.
Old man, he's calling for his supper.
Calling for his whisky.
Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah ---
calling all his children round....
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"The Dog-Ear Years"
...
Take whisky with water,
kick stones down the gutter.
Think back to long days with
stale breath recycled in my face.....

"Motoreyes"
...She takes her cafe noir, smokes small cigars
showing just a touch of thigh (sigh!).
And sips her whisky straight, and she stays up late
to kiss the morning bye-bye....

"Thinking Round Corners "
(Refrain)
...
Let's bathe in malt whisky: covet gold finery
through the eyes of a Jackdaw, dressed to the nines.
Let's go in wet corridors: dive down drains.
Draw strength from machinery, it's all the same.
Thinking round corners. Think round corners, I say.
Thinking round corners...
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Ohne Garantie auf Vollständigkeit.
Nicht zu vergessen das wunderschöne Cover:
http://remus.rutgers.edu/JethroTull/Photos/nightcap.jpg

Herbert_T

Poison Whisky

(Ed King - Ronnie VanZant, interpretiert von Lynyrd Skynyrd)

Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land
And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man.
Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor
"Hey doctor, won't you check his head?"
The only thing that was wrong with him
Was Johnny Walker's Red
He drank ole poison whisky
'Til it killed him dead.

It happened back in the bayou many years ago
Satan came to take him and he did it real slow
Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor
The doctor just shook his head,
"Twenty years of rotgut whisky
Done killed the poor man dead."
He drank ole poison whisky
'Til it killed him dead.

Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see
Ain't no future in ole poison whisky.
They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor,
The doctor's gonna shake his head.
The only thing he's gonna tell ya
"Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red
Don't drink poison whisky, don't you drink it boy.

Quelle
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Whiskey Lullaby Song

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing lullaby)

The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing lullaby)

Quelle

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Finnegans Wake

(Traditional, u.a. Dubliners)

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Quelle

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The Ballad Of Ira Hayes

(Johnny Cash)

Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

Quelle

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Gruss,
Herbert

sven_rheinmain

The Pogues - The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn

When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got syph down in cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the yids
At the sick bed of cuchulainn well kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in the chair

Conan

Eine Parodie auf Jhonnie Walker Red Label:

Asleep at the wheel: The letter that Jhonnie Walker read


Spontan außerdem noch:

Heino: Karamba, Karacho, ein Whisky

Otto Walkes: Wir haben Grund zum feiern:

"Whisky süss und Whisky sauer hauptsache wir werden blauer
Ramazotti ratzeputz und ne Buddel Rum
Gin Campari Grand Manier
endlich tut der Schädel weh
mit Dornkamp und Maria Kron
in Delirium"

Conan

"Beutlin" schrieb:
Wenn ich die Frage mal erweitern darf: Wie steht´s denn mit musikalischen Würdigungen von --> Single Malts?

Millencoli: Bowmore

Yeah malt bowmores
Running through my veins
They can never hurt me in that state
I just bottle up and go
So no more troubles
No more pain
More then trouble bowmore is my fade
At least for now I think it’s so


Wide Mouth Mason: Lagavulin Lyrics

Oh, who do I think that I'm foolin'
With my weed and wine and lagavulin
It'll never come out right
When I get with you tonight
And I wonder what the hell it is I'm doin'


Crash Test Dummies: When You go out with Artists

What if the artists ran the TV?
All the ads would be for fine scotch whiskey:
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, the whole single malt family

Conan

Auf www.lyricsdownload.com habe ich 689 Treffer für "whisky" und 2650 für "whiskey".

Horst_S

Hallo,

das erste Video ist ja der Hammer

Während man heute nur bei extremen Kunstrichtungen die Drogen bemühen darf, war das abendliche 'Antrinken' mit Whisky wohl auch in der konservativen Schlager-Szene durchaus hoffähig. Auf der anderen Seite des Teiches gab sich ja gleichzeitig (oder knapp vorher) das Rat-Pack mit Whiskey die V0.

Da sieht man, wie unser Alkoholkonsum in der breiten Öffentlichkeit seit vielen Jahrzehnten rückläufig ist.

Gruß
Horst Lüning