Jim Tyrrell offers a song that purports itself to be the 'love song' on the album Time For Another Round: Gold Edition, but really, it's about booze like all the others. For more information about the artist visit http://www.jimtyrrell.net/.
A Pint In A Broken Glass
by Jim Tyrrell
I'll never get over my Jenny McPhee
The barmaid that I once wed
In place of a clover when she poured it for me
My stout bore a heart instead
And she always served it with a wink and a grin
And many an hour to pass
It felt like our hearts couldn't hold our love in
Like a pint in a broken glass
But I wouldn't listen when she started to say
"It's come time to settle down"
I'd just go missing for most of the day
Stumbling around the town
She would say that she meant to be free
And she set to escaping the past
But all of that noise seemed as pointless to me
As a pint in a broken glass
It's ten years later and she's seven years gone
I couldn't say where she's bound
But I've stayed devoted as the time has slipped on
To holding this barstool down
I suppose you may see her someday
On the arm of a lad with more class
Well he best not ignore her or she may slip away
Like a pint in a broken glass.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Jim Tyrrell - Bad Ideas (and more!)
I played drinking songs LIVE on the Daily Planet Morning Show (WPNH 100.1fm) this morning. Here's one of the segments from the show. (I played a third song later in the show but didn't get a recording of it.)
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Today's drinking song: Back in my WPI days (I didn't attend, but I visited for a looong time), there was a phenomenon that seemed to happen every time a party found its way to 1:30am. Someone would invariably come up with a 'bad idea'. This song is a testament to that. From the album Time For Another Round: Gold Edition. For more information about this artist, visit http://www.jimtyrrell.net/.
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Bad Ideas
by Jim Tyrrell
Chorus: We've gotten right to business with the Jagermeister here
But I hope that by 1:30 I'll be gone
'Cause at the bottom of the bottle is a very bad idea
And I can feel a new one coming on
At half past one the other night we went out for a beer
And I'm sure we made for quite a sorry sight
The sound of drunken college girls caught Terry by the ear
And that's the last we saw of him that night
He came back in the morning wearing curlers and a dress
And we had to know what that was all about
He woke up at the girl's school quite confused and in a mess
And they needed a disguise to get him out {chorus}
Just the other morning I drove over to the jail
Though I didn't know what Jack had gone and done
And this is what he told me as I offered up the bail:
"Well everything was fine 'til half past one.
I was running naked through the sprinklers with some friends
When they picked us up and held us here 'til dawn
And if I could I'd probably do it all over again
But I guess I might not pick the Mayor's lawn" {chorus}
I've got a friend named Billy and he likes to tip 'em back
And trouble seems to follow where he goes
We'd been drinkin' hard the night he plotted an attack
And you can guess the time I do suppose
He found a chunk of cinder block and headed up the stair
And we followed like a howling drunk parade
He dropped it through the windshield of his mother's old Bel Air
Just so he could hear the sound it made {chorus x2}
Every single bottle's got a very bad idea
And I can feel a new one coming on
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Today's drinking song: Back in my WPI days (I didn't attend, but I visited for a looong time), there was a phenomenon that seemed to happen every time a party found its way to 1:30am. Someone would invariably come up with a 'bad idea'. This song is a testament to that. From the album Time For Another Round: Gold Edition. For more information about this artist, visit http://www.jimtyrrell.net/.
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Bad Ideas
by Jim Tyrrell
Chorus: We've gotten right to business with the Jagermeister here
But I hope that by 1:30 I'll be gone
'Cause at the bottom of the bottle is a very bad idea
And I can feel a new one coming on
At half past one the other night we went out for a beer
And I'm sure we made for quite a sorry sight
The sound of drunken college girls caught Terry by the ear
And that's the last we saw of him that night
He came back in the morning wearing curlers and a dress
And we had to know what that was all about
He woke up at the girl's school quite confused and in a mess
And they needed a disguise to get him out {chorus}
Just the other morning I drove over to the jail
Though I didn't know what Jack had gone and done
And this is what he told me as I offered up the bail:
"Well everything was fine 'til half past one.
I was running naked through the sprinklers with some friends
When they picked us up and held us here 'til dawn
And if I could I'd probably do it all over again
But I guess I might not pick the Mayor's lawn" {chorus}
I've got a friend named Billy and he likes to tip 'em back
And trouble seems to follow where he goes
We'd been drinkin' hard the night he plotted an attack
And you can guess the time I do suppose
He found a chunk of cinder block and headed up the stair
And we followed like a howling drunk parade
He dropped it through the windshield of his mother's old Bel Air
Just so he could hear the sound it made {chorus x2}
Every single bottle's got a very bad idea
And I can feel a new one coming on
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Jim Tyrrell - Cabin Fever
The snow just kept coming in early 2008, and this song was written and recorded during one of those seemingly endless blizzards. It appears on the album Time For Another Round: Gold Edition. For more information about the artist, visit http://www.jimtyrrell.net/.
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Cabin Fever
by Jim Tyrrell
Lately it's been hard for you and I
We've been far too long stuck inside
We'd go crazy here
Deep in this snowbound town
If not for the beer
Drinkin' the winter down
Sometimes the colder months quickly go
This time it's been snow upon snow
We'd go crazy here
Deep in this snowbound town
If not for the beer
Drinkin' the winter down
I can see the sun peekin' through
She's got so much work left to do
Soon when summer's here
Green grow the rushes o
For now another beer
Under the winter snow
We'd go crazy here
Deep in this snowbound town
If not for the beer
Drinkin' the winter down
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Jim Tyrrell - Half Empty/Half Full
Nothing like a little chemically-induced fuzziness to bring things into focus. Wait, what? The third track on the CD Time For Another Round: Gold Edition. For more information about the artist, visit http://www.jimtyrrell.net/.
Half Empty/Half Full
by Jim Tyrrell
Last night at Shooter's I ordered a drink
And the barkeep obliged with a curious wink
He sent it down to me but to my dismay
He chose for some reason to fill it halfway
I said to him Johnny, where's the rest of me stout
And he said That's a thing I been thinkin' about
I'd like your opinion before your first pull
Is that pint half empty or is it half full?
Rum a dum didle a rum a dum dow
Johnny just send us another one down
I said Thinkin' games never interested me
In fact, drinkin' games are more my speed you see
And he said this puzzle was one and the same
And that very idea was the point of the game
I sat for a minute more scratchin' me head
And my thirst overcame me and finally I said
I'm drinkin' this whether you fill it or not
But pour me another and I'll give it some thought (chorus)
I got good and stiff half a pint at a time
Sendin' the empty ones back down the line
And seein' those glasses all scattered around
Right there in an instant my answer I'd found
I told him It clearly depends who you are
The hard workin' tapper or the drunk at the bar
To me there's no difference but not so for you
You'll pour twice as many before I get through (chorus x2)
Half Empty/Half Full
by Jim Tyrrell
Last night at Shooter's I ordered a drink
And the barkeep obliged with a curious wink
He sent it down to me but to my dismay
He chose for some reason to fill it halfway
I said to him Johnny, where's the rest of me stout
And he said That's a thing I been thinkin' about
I'd like your opinion before your first pull
Is that pint half empty or is it half full?
Rum a dum didle a rum a dum dow
Johnny just send us another one down
I said Thinkin' games never interested me
In fact, drinkin' games are more my speed you see
And he said this puzzle was one and the same
And that very idea was the point of the game
I sat for a minute more scratchin' me head
And my thirst overcame me and finally I said
I'm drinkin' this whether you fill it or not
But pour me another and I'll give it some thought (chorus)
I got good and stiff half a pint at a time
Sendin' the empty ones back down the line
And seein' those glasses all scattered around
Right there in an instant my answer I'd found
I told him It clearly depends who you are
The hard workin' tapper or the drunk at the bar
To me there's no difference but not so for you
You'll pour twice as many before I get through (chorus x2)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Jim Tyrrell - Cute Boots
Today's song is from the 2008 album Time For Another Round: Gold Edition. The story of a man with the courage to stand up for falling down. For more information on this artist, visit http://www.jimtyrrell.net/.
Cute Boots
by Jim Tyrrell
I went out bar hoppin' on Sunday
As such is the custom with me
At a tavern called Goodbye Blue Monday
I lost my fight with gravity
And laying there I got to thinking
I suppose there's worse places to be
So I rolled on my side and kept drinking
And through my confusion I see...
A cute pair of boots right next to me
And two young legs as long as the day
I spoke of the love that came through me
And she started to shuffle away
Well I sure didn't mean to offend her
But she had me right out of my head
And as clearly as I can remember
Here's more or less what I said...
Chorus: Hey cute boots, you ought to come down here
The party's right here on the floor
Those other fellas around here
Must not know what this place is for
The best drinkin' is under the table
We all get there eventually
So cute boots as soon as you're able
Come kick 'em back here with me
Through an old swinging door I could see them
From under the ladies room stall
And the truth it became clear to me then
She's a spirited lass after all
No I hadn't offended that cutie
And I know why she hastened to scoot
It's a true testament to her beauty
That the girl's even cute when she boots {chorus}
Cute Boots
by Jim Tyrrell
I went out bar hoppin' on Sunday
As such is the custom with me
At a tavern called Goodbye Blue Monday
I lost my fight with gravity
And laying there I got to thinking
I suppose there's worse places to be
So I rolled on my side and kept drinking
And through my confusion I see...
A cute pair of boots right next to me
And two young legs as long as the day
I spoke of the love that came through me
And she started to shuffle away
Well I sure didn't mean to offend her
But she had me right out of my head
And as clearly as I can remember
Here's more or less what I said...
Chorus: Hey cute boots, you ought to come down here
The party's right here on the floor
Those other fellas around here
Must not know what this place is for
The best drinkin' is under the table
We all get there eventually
So cute boots as soon as you're able
Come kick 'em back here with me
Through an old swinging door I could see them
From under the ladies room stall
And the truth it became clear to me then
She's a spirited lass after all
No I hadn't offended that cutie
And I know why she hastened to scoot
It's a true testament to her beauty
That the girl's even cute when she boots {chorus}
Monday, March 2, 2009
Jim Tyrrell - The Seven Barrel Stout
In West Lebanon, NH, there's a place called the Seven Barrel Brewery. And in this brewery there is a beer, and this beer is the RIP Stout. And this beer was fundamental in the production of the album Time For Another Round: Gold Edition. For more information about the artist, visit http://www.jimtyrrell.net/.
The Seven Barrel Stout
by Jim Tyrrell
Every night when Danny White lay fast asleep in bed
His Lily stayed not by his side, she hit the town instead
Soon his friends would tell him they'd been seeing her around
So one night before they went to bed he sat his Lily down
He said I have but one desire, of that you can be sure
So make for me this promise and I'll know your heart is pure
If you play the midnight prowler and you're set on sneaking out
Just come back with a growler of that Seven Barrel stout
Rap tap with the glasses boys and let me hear you shout
You'll never find a better beer than the Seven Barrel stout
Sherman was a lad you might have heard me sing about
That young man's drinking prowess was renowned beyond a doubt
Well no one's ever seen him passing out or getting ill
But I recall a night when he had finally got his fill
The Seven Barrel stout was so divine it made him cry
He had one after another and he ran that barrel dry
There were other beers to offer but he quickly ruled them out
Saying nothing here could live up to that Seven Barrel stout
Rap tap with the glasses boys and let me hear you shout
You'll never find a better beer than the Seven Barrel stout
Now the Seven Barrel's always got a party going on
And there's not another place to be when the baseball game is on
I love to watch the Red Sox and I cheer them on with pride
But when they play the Brewers I've a hard time picking sides
'Cause there's a team who's mascot I've no choice but to support
But just like when they take the field, their efforts come up short
Now I do respect that noble cause Milwaukee's all about
But that lighter fare just can't compare with a Seven Barrel stout
Rap tap with the glasses boys and let me hear you shout
You'll never find a better beer than the Seven Barrel stout
Rap tap with the glasses boys and let me hear you shout
You'll never find a better beer than the Seven Barrel stout
The Seven Barrel Stout
by Jim Tyrrell
Every night when Danny White lay fast asleep in bed
His Lily stayed not by his side, she hit the town instead
Soon his friends would tell him they'd been seeing her around
So one night before they went to bed he sat his Lily down
He said I have but one desire, of that you can be sure
So make for me this promise and I'll know your heart is pure
If you play the midnight prowler and you're set on sneaking out
Just come back with a growler of that Seven Barrel stout
Rap tap with the glasses boys and let me hear you shout
You'll never find a better beer than the Seven Barrel stout
Sherman was a lad you might have heard me sing about
That young man's drinking prowess was renowned beyond a doubt
Well no one's ever seen him passing out or getting ill
But I recall a night when he had finally got his fill
The Seven Barrel stout was so divine it made him cry
He had one after another and he ran that barrel dry
There were other beers to offer but he quickly ruled them out
Saying nothing here could live up to that Seven Barrel stout
Rap tap with the glasses boys and let me hear you shout
You'll never find a better beer than the Seven Barrel stout
Now the Seven Barrel's always got a party going on
And there's not another place to be when the baseball game is on
I love to watch the Red Sox and I cheer them on with pride
But when they play the Brewers I've a hard time picking sides
'Cause there's a team who's mascot I've no choice but to support
But just like when they take the field, their efforts come up short
Now I do respect that noble cause Milwaukee's all about
But that lighter fare just can't compare with a Seven Barrel stout
Rap tap with the glasses boys and let me hear you shout
You'll never find a better beer than the Seven Barrel stout
Rap tap with the glasses boys and let me hear you shout
You'll never find a better beer than the Seven Barrel stout
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Jim Tyrrell - Hungoverture
The opening track on the album Time For Another Round: Gold Edition. A fine soundtrack to getting down to the business of a good bender. For more information about the artist, visit http://www.jimtyrrell.net/.
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