Gaelic Storm is a highly-acclaimed Celtic band. Their music ranges from traditional Irish and Scottish music to original tunes, in both the Celtic traditions. Gaelic Storm's origins can be traced back to 1996, when Patrick Murphy and Steve Wehmeyer joined with Steve Twigger and Uillean piper Brian Walsh to perform at O'Brien's Irish Pub and Restaurant in Santa Monica, California, of which Murphy was the manager. This led to a number of pub performances for the next year.
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
~The Space Race by Gaelic Storm~ ================================ e-mail me with any comments, corrections, etc. [email protected] This is my first tab, so please be nice. :)
GC Well I wonder why it is EmD that we have rascals rogues and losers GCEmD We've got roustabouts rapscallions and a bucket load of boozers CGD We've got balladeers and blowhards of all sorts C We've got poets priests and pirates DG but we have no astronauts
GDG Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (x3) oh, oh, oh, oh, GD Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (just listen to the song, it makes sense, trust me)
G They say there was a space race DG if there was I think I missed it G From the earth up to the moon and back, DG doesn't that take the biscuit D Well I wouldn't mind a little ride in zero gravity CD as long as they could promise I'd be home in time for tea
[[chorus]] CD I've got me two good legs if I wanna take a trip, CD I've got no use for a rocket ship C I'll walk if you don't mind D It's how I always get around EmD I might be staring at the stars CG but I keep both feet on the ground GD Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh G both feet on the ground GD Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh G I've got both feet on the ground GDGGD Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
G There's a great big giant vacuum DG up there in the sky G Ah but where's the place to plug it in DG I think it's all a lie D I've heard of Halley's Comet, And I'll tell you what I think CD It's just a kind of chemical for cleaning out the sink
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G We've got no use for Sputnik DG We've got sponge to go around G And you'll never see the shuttle land DG on the streets of Newlyn Town D Well in the fields of "Vatimbly" there's not a launching pad in sight CD We've got no "Mersa voyageurs" and we turned out all right