Whiskey's to tough, Champagne costs too much, Vodka puts my mouth in gear. I hope this refrain, Will help me explain, As a matter of fact, I like beer.
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Scotch Is A Secret
If drunken is a verb, then death is one too,
For they both induce violence, and if not, radical truth.
If a last wistful breath is what's seen as a plea,
Then please, gentle secrecy; let me fall down to knee.
Whiskey is a worry, and vodka is a vice,
I may once taste sweet blissful beer, but only once or twice.
Preach for the obvious, the sacred; the life;
Hypocrite be an innocent; a daughter a wife.
Let us all hide our secrets, behind the worrisome wine,
Charming be the chardonnay, as we taste flask flat beer fine.
Let the priest sip clandestine champagne,
And let all be right with the world,
Let a liar be justified a fight,
And a mute have the option of word.
If all of this be true; and the alcohol stable a fire;
Then let scotch be kept my secret,
And I, a truthful liar.
poem by Dayna Mortimore
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Drunk Weather (Life Poem)
An altitude of ale
A barometer of beer
A circulation of champagne
A depression of damassine
An equilibrium of eau de vie
A fractus of fenny
A gust of grappa
A hail of horilka
An isotherm of icewine
A jet stream of jenever
A kilopascal of kirsch
A layer of limoncello
A metamorphism of mead
A nocturnal of nuvo
An overcast of ouzo
A persistence of porter
A reaction of rakia
A storm of sake
A torrent of tequila
An updraft of unicum
A vortex of vodka
A winter of whiskey
A disaster of drink.
poem by Ian Beckett
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As A Matter Of Fact
Written by s. garrett & d. boyette
Blow daddy, aww, yeah
Here we are, standing at the hard line
We made it last this long
The two of us, together since the first time
And I believe our love is still strong
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Some said we wouldnt make it this far
But they dont talk no more (no more)
The love we share is precious as a big star
And what we haves what others hope for
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Mm, matter of fact, yeah (ooh as a matter of fact)
I want you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And I cant tell you more than that
As a matter of fact, (ooh, as a matter) yeah (matter)
Aww, blow, daddy
Musical interlude
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come and go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(repeat chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
Yeah and I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
Ooh, ooh, baby
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me right back
As a matter of fact
(ooh, as a matter) yeah (a matter)
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Whiskey on beer, never fear. Beer on whiskey, mighty risky.
That Girl Will Never Be Mine
That girl will never be mine
First time I saw her at the front door
That girl, her face on every billboard
Hands down, you wont believe the way she laid her eyes on me
Six feet, I spot her from the cat walk
So far we got into a small talk
Too bad she had to move along
One smile and she was gone
Cant explain
I never thought that I was gonna lose my head
Call me insane
Theres got to be a way
How can I get next to her
Now tell me how its gonna be done
Will I win or lose this one?
(dont care about the fact that)
Shes in a different league
They say its no use that I try
That girl will never be mine
Next thing shes livin in my tv
That girl, stealin every daydream
Tough luck, she had to be a star when Im just same old me
But last night, I ran into her briefly
Guess what, she really wanna see me
They said that I was out of line
Whos wrong, whos right this time?
Cant explain
I never thought that I was gonna lose my head
Call me insane
Theres got to be a way
How can I get next to her
Now tell me how its gonna be done
Will I win or lose this one?
(dont care about the fact that)
Shes in a different league
They say its no use that I try
That girl will never be mine
That girl is freakin me out
Dont care about the fact that shes all that
That girl has blown out the doubt
Theres no way for me to stop
That girl tearin up the big screen
That girl stealin every daydream
Tough luck, she had to be the one for me
She will be mine
No matter what they try to say
Theres got to be a way
I wanna get next to her
Now tell me how its gonna be done
Will I win or lose this one?
(dont care about the fact that)
Shes in a different league
They say its no use that I try
That girl will never be mine
song performed by by N Sync
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That Girl
That girl will never be mine
Oh
First time, I saw her at the front door
That girl, her face on every billboard
Hands down
You wont believe the way she laid her eyes on me
Six feet, strut up from the catwalk
So fly, we got into a small talk
Too bad, she had to move along
One smile and she was gone
Cant explain
I never thought that I was gonna lose my head
Call me insane
Theres got to be a way
How can I get next to her
Now tell e how its gonna be done
Will I win or lose this one
Dont care about the fact that
Shes in a different league
They say its no use
That I try
That girl will never be mine
Mmm
Oo oo
Next thing,shes living in my tv
That girl, is stealing every daydream
Tough luck
She had to be a star when Im just same old me
Last night, I ran into her briefly
Guess what, she didnt want to see me
They said I was out of line
Whos wrong, whos right this time?
Cant explain
I never thought that I was gonna lose my head
Call me insane
Theres got to be a way
How can I get next to her
Now tell e how its gonna be done (tell me how its gonna be done)
Will I win or lose this one
Dont care about the fact that
Shes in a different league
They say its no use
That I try
That girl will never be mine
Oh
That girl
Oh (oh)
That girl
Is freaking me out (oh)
Dont care about the fact that shes all that
That girl, that girl
Ha blown out the doubt
Theres no way for me to stop
That girl, tearin up the big screen (tearin up the big screen)
That girl,sytealing every daydream (oh)
Tough luck, she had to be the one for me (oh)
She will be mine
No matter what theyre tryin to say (trying to say)
Theres got to be a way, yeah
How can I get next to her (oh oh)
Now tell e how its gonna be done (tell me how its gonna be done)
Will I win or lose this one
Dont care about the fact that (oh)
Shes in a different league
They say its no use
That I try
That they say its no use
That I try
That girl will never be
Mine
song performed by by N Sync
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That's How I Like It
Where I come from it's grits and gravy
Not champagne caviar got a pick up truck ain't no Mercedes
That's who we are (I wouldn't change a thing)
I ain't no saint - somtimes a sinner
And I can't tell you why
But I get up every morning and thank the man above (ooh my life is good)
Like my women hot and my beer ice cold
A real fast car and my whiskey old
Like a slow drive down a long dirt road
That's how I like it
I like to turn my music way up loud
Ain't nothin better than the sound of a crowd
That American flag makes me proud
That's why I like it
That's why we like it, yeah
Ain't no cell phone towers
You won't catch me online
Workin' with my hands for hours
We got everything we need oooh
Like my women hot and my beer ice cold
A real fast car and my whiskey old
Like a slow drive down a long dirt road
That's how I like it
I like to turn my music way up loud
Ain't nothin better than the sound of a crowd
That American flag makes me proud
That's why I like it
That's why we like it, yeah
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Hope ''Spiritual Grace
Time goes on,
Will not stop for me nor for you.
Hope is the one, that keeps on moving us.
Yes that's true.
True is the fact,
Hope has 'spiritual grace'.
Embedded with strength and courage,
Guide us to run in the race.
Let your hope never die,
Never let it remain away from you.
Hope is the strength,
Strength to run your life all through.
Never feel lonely, never feel sad,
Let hope be there with you, to make you feel glad.
Life is beautiful,
at times life gets tough,
Hope is the one that keeps you strong,
No matter how life gets rough.
May 'Hope' remain be by your side,
May it never gets apart from you.
May it be your strength,
May every dream, every desire of you come true.
poem by Priya Arora
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Whiskey Girl
Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tight on the top with a belly button ring
A little tatoo somewhere in between
She only shows to me
Hey we're going out dancin' she's ready tonight
So damn good-lookin' boys it ain't even right
And when bar tender says for the lady
what's it gonna be?
I tell him man...
Chorus:
She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in tequilla
She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey Girl
She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Baby got a '69 mustang
four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring
I jump behind the wheel and it's away we go
Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care
Blue bandana tied all up in her hair
Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radio
Chorus
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in tequilla
She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey Girl
oh, She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Yeah, I like 'em rough
I like 'em rough
song performed by by Toby Keith
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The Fact Is, In The World Of Lies, Life Is Fair
accept the fact that sometimes we say things
that we do not mean, that sometimes we burst in anger
and we hurt and then we apologize that we do not really mean to hurt
sometimes we show feelings too that we do not really want to express.
sometime we say 'i love you' and yet we are just compelled to do so
someone is dying and he needs you badly at the end of her day.
sometimes, accept the fact, that time strains us and we become
the liars, the hypocrites, the fraud, and the swindler.
and most of all, we keep it for a time, making some stares straight in the eye.
accept this fact, we are humans and in some harsh times
we decide, to survive, at all costs, no matter what.
now, we shall talk, and you shall listen and i shall write about the truth
of this fact. we are us conjoined twins in the art of deception.
lie to me as i lie to you and then we accept this fact: life is fair.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Big Night On The Town
drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
room?
you enter a bar to find yourself,
order scotch and water.
damned bar's sloppy wet, it soaks
part of one of your shirt
sleeves.
It's a clip joint-the scotch is weak.
you order a bottle of beer.
Madame Death walks up to you
wearing a dress.
she sits down, you buy her a
beer, she stinks of swamps, presses
a leg against you.
the bar tender sneers.
you've got him worried, he doesn't
know if you're a cop, a killer, a
madman or an
Idiot.
you ask for a vodka.
you pour the vodka into the top of
the beer bottle.
It's one a.m. In a dead cow world.
you ask her how much for head,
drink everything down, it tastes
like machine oil.
you leave Madame Death there,
you leave the sneering bartender
there.
you have remembered where
your room is.
the room with the full bottle of
wine on the dresser.
the room with the dance of the
roaches.
Perfection in the Star Turd
where love died
laughing.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Indian Gin And Whisky Dry
All day, all night you feel as if the earth could fly.
Three more all for fine Indian Gin and whiskey dry,
Fine Indian Gin and whiskey dry.
Small town , closed down; There's nowhere else around to try.
Disturbingly a voice would cry,
"Go home, no loan, You'll have you gin and whiskey dry,
You'll have your gin and whiskey dry".
Four ten, four men lining up for their handy brandy.
All's gone, you're none, came the bartender's reply.
But I've tried and I'm tied to Indian Gin and whiskey dry.
To Indian Gin and whiskey dry (repeat 4 times
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Streams Of Whiskey
Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met with behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views
On the crux of lifes philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say
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
I have cursed, bled and sworn
Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always was slack
And now that Ive a pile
Ill go down to the chelsea
Ill walk in on my feet
But Ill leave there on my back
Because 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
Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
Theres nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
Ill walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer
Iam going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
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
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
song performed by by Pogues
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Drinkin' Dark Whiskey
Drinkin' dark whiskey
Tellin' white lies
One leads to another
On a Saturday night
Don't ya cross your heart
Unless you hope to die
Drinkin' dark whiskey
Tellin' white lies
Well, the first drop burns
But the second one goes down smooth
Then that old black label
Gets a hold of you
It loosens your tongue
But it never tells the truth
Drinkin' dark whiskey
Tellin' white lies
One leads to another
On a Saturday night
Don't ya cross your heart
Unless you hope to die
Drinkin' dark whiskey
Tellin' white lies
When the bottle starts talkin'
Be careful what he might say
He talks in the dark
Like he never would in the day
Then he gets in trouble
Just as soon as he gets away
Drinkin' dark whiskey
Tellin' white lies
One leads to another
On a Saturday night
Don't ya cross your heart
Unless you hope to die
Drinkin' dark whiskey
Tellin' white lies
Well a little white lie
Don't mean anyone no good
When it's makin' the rounds
All over the neighborhood
Next thing you know
You're all misunderstood
When you're...
Drinkin' dark whiskey
Tellin' white lies
One leads to another
On a Saturday night
Don't ya cross your heart
Unless you hope to die
Drinkin' dark whiskey
Tellin' white lies
Drinkin' dark whiskey
Tellin' white lies..
song performed by by Gary Allan
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A Son Of A Gun
I wish I had a barrel of rum
and sugar three hundred pound.
I’d put it in the College bell
and stir it ‘round and ‘round.
Let ev’ry honest fellow
drink his glass of hearty cheer,
For I’m a student of old Dartmouth
and a son of a gun for beer.
I’m a son of a, son of a, son of a,
son of a gun for beer.
I’m a son of a, son of a, son of a,
son of a gun for beer,
Like ev’ry honest fellow I like my whiskey clear.
For I’m a student of Old Dartmouth
and a son of a gun for beer.
And if I had a daughter, sir,
I’d dress her up in green;
I’d put her on the campus
just to coach the freshman team.
And if I had a son, sir,
I’ll tell you what he’d do
He’d yell, ‘To Hell with Harvard!’
like his Daddy used to do.
(Chorus)
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Winston Churchill My Kind Of Host
Let us party with Winnie
Winston Churchill.
Perhaps we might partake
of brandy and cigars?
I rather liked the wine tipped
rum flavoured cigars as a lad.
Winnie is my kind of host
Champagne Pol Roger.
Winnie offers guests unlimited
Champagne, Cigars and Brandy.
Champagne chilled a little please
room temperature simply appalls.
Champagne in the refrigerator
an hour and a half before serving please.
Or into the ice bucket with a suitable
ice-water mixture, at least twenty minutes,
before serving really if you please.
Ah a nice vintage-dated Champagne
a high-quality bubbly, let the bottle then,
warm up we don’t want to miss out on,
mature character of seasoned Champagne.
An awful lot of character, particularly
with respect to aroma can be lost,
when wine is served a little too cold,
a little too warm don’t you think?
Champagne and dry white wines of quality,
are best served at a temperature,
between 8ºC and 10ºC perhaps a little higher?
Perhaps you would care for
a Churchill Martini mixed?
Shake gin with cracked ice,
strain into chilled cocktail
glass, & garnish with olive.
Winnie rather likes to drink it while
looking at a bottle of dry vermouth.
Perhaps a Highball then Sir?
Winnie prefers just whiskey & water.
In Africa Winnie adds whiskey,
to make unsavory horrid water potable.
Yes of course Hine Brandy an excellent choice.
Distilled. As Winnie always says.
'I have taken more from brandy than brandy
has taken from me.' A health elixir!
Simply superb Johnnie
Walker Red Scotch.
Winnie is a good friend
of Sir Alexander Walker.
Yes Winnie is my kind of host. Winnie
truly is the epitome of a great man.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A glass for the vodka, for the beer a mug, and for the table, cheerful company.
Indian Gin & Whiskey Dry
All day, all night you feel as if the earth could fly.
Three more all for fine indian gin and whiskey dry,
Fine indian gin and whiskey dry.
Small town , closed down; theres nowhere else around to try.
Disturbingly a voice would cry,
Go home, no loan, youll have you gin and whiskey dry,
Youll have your gin and whiskey dry.
Four ten, four men lining up for their handy brandy.
Alls gone, youre none, came the bartenders reply.
But Ive tried and Im tied to indian gin and whiskey dry.
To indian gin and whiskey dry (repeat 4 times)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Forbidden Fruit
Eight days to beer! A sigh sweeps thro' the nation
Sweeps like a gale from 'Frisco to New York.
('Say! But it's tough, this long anticipation.
Oh boy! I'm rarin' to get at that cork!')
Six days to beer! Was ever waiting bleaker?
And how the dull days drag their slow length by!
('Aw, say! Just let me at a foamin' beaker!
But, nothin' doin'. I'm a legal guy.')
Four days to beer! How slowly Time is creeping,
Turning the pages with a laggard hand.
('Say, honey, dope me so that I stay sleeping
Until the glorious Sixth dawns o'er the land.')
Two days to beer! ('Shucks, I can't wait much longer!')
One day to beer! To luscious, legal beer!
('Ah, hold me, honey! help me to be stronger....
Now, attaboy! The glorious Sixth is here!!..')
'Here's how! ... Say! What's the stunt? This stuff is phoney!
It aint got no kick! It palls! It disappoints!
It's just the stuff that guys like Al Capone
An' such tough eggs sell in speakeasy joints!
Here's me, been lookin' for a time right regal,
Lickin' me lips an' rarin' to begin...
Sure, this is beer, all right; but now it's legal.
It don't taste half so good... Say, pass the gin'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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House Of The Gods
Finally found a place they could never reach
Sipping singha beer on pattaya beach
Singha beer dont ask no questions
Singha beer dont tell no lies
Singha beer dont ask no questions
Singha beer dont tell no lies
Theres a guy next to me wont tell me his name
Buys me mekong whiskey just the same
Singha beer dont ask no questions
Singha beer dont tell no lies
Singha beer dont ask no questions
Singha beer dont tell no lies
Im just a wally
Hanging out on pattaya beach
Im just a wally
Hanging out on pattaya beach
Met a girl said shes really going to blow my mind
She says she dont mean sex and I say alright
Turns out shes a bloke, tries to give me head
I have to run out screaming to the street instead
Shes just a wally
Hanging out on pattaya beach
Im just a wally
Hanging out on pattaya beach
Singha beer dont ask no questions
Singha beer dont tell no lies...
In the house of the gods
Where no mongrels preach
I watched the sun going down
On pattaya beach
Im just a wally
Hanging out on pattaya beach
Im just a wall
Hanging out on pattaya beach
song performed by by Pogues
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