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Dropkick Murphys, frecuentemente abreviado como DKM, es una banda de punk y celtic punk (o punk celta) formada en los barrios de trabajadores inmigrantes irlandeses, en South Boston, uno de los barrios de Boston. Ensayaban en el sótano de una barbería propiedad de un amigo, combinando varios tipo de música como punk rock, Oi!, folk irlandés, rock y hardcore, dando como resultado un estilo propio. Sus referencias musicales incluyen formaciones tales como Stiff Little Fingers, The Pogues, The Clash, AC/DC y Swinging Utters.
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- Bastards On Parade
- Blood
- Burn
- Fairmount Hill
- Fields Of Athenry
- Forever
- Going Out Of Style
- Green Fields Of France
- I'm Shipping Up To Boston
- Jimmy Collins' Wake
- Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya
- Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced
- My Hero
- Rose Tatto
- Rose Tattoo
- Shipping Up To Boston
- Shipping Up To Moscow
- Spicy Mchaggis Jig
- Sshipping Up To Boston
- State Of Massachusetts(nitro Circus Theme Song)
- Tessie
- The Boys Are Back
- The Dirty Glass
- The Season's Upon Us
- The State Of Massachusetts
- Time To Go
- World Full Of Hate
- 1953
- 3Rd Man In
- 4
- A Few Good Man
- Auld Triangle
- Barroom Hero
- Black Velvet Band
- Blood And Whiskey
- Boston Asphalt
- Boys On The Docks
- Broken Hymns
- Burden
- Buried Alive
- Burn Acoustic
- Captain Kellys Kitchen
- Cruel
- Echoes On A Street
- End Of The Night
- Famous For Nothing
- Far Away Coast
- Finnegans Wake
- First Class Loser
- Flannigans Ball
- God Willing
- Going Out In Style
- Gonna Be A Blackout Tonight
- Good Rats
- Hang Em High
- Heroes From Our Past
- I Had A Hat
- Im Shipping Up To Boston
- Jimmy Collins Wake
- Kicked To The Curb
- Kiss Me Im Faced
- Kiss Me Im Shitfaced
- Loyal To No
- Memorial Day
- Never Alone
- Nobodys Hero
- Out Of Our Heads
- Outcast
- Paying My Way
- Peg O My Heart
- Pipebomb On Lansdowne
- Rebels With A Cause
- Sandlot
- Skinhead On The Mbta
- Sunday Hardcore Matinee
- Sunshine Highway
- Surrender
- Take Em Down
- Ten Years Of Service
- Tenant Enemy 1
- The Auld Triangle
- The Chosen Few
- The Fields Of Athenry
- The Gangs All Here
- The Gauntlet
- The Green Fields Of France
- The Hardest Mile
- The Legend Of Finn Maccumhail
- The Lonesome Boatman
- The Rocky Road To Dublin
- The Seasons Upon Us
- The Torch
- The Walking Dead
- The Wild Rover
- Tomorrows Industry
- Until The Next Time
- Walk Away
- Warriors Code
- Workers Song
- Youll Never Walk Alone
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Band: Dropkick Murphys
Song: Finnegan's Wake
Album: Do or Die
Tabber: [email protected]
[Intro Verse] (clean)
B G#
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a gentle Irishman - Mighty odd
E
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
B F#
To rise in the world, he carried a hod,
B
You see he'd sort of a Trippling way:
G#
With love for a liquor poor Tim was born,
E
To help him on with his work each day,
B F# B
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'...
[Intro Riff]
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------9--9-9-------11--11-11--| x4
D|--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--9--9-9--9-9--11--11-11--|
A|--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--7--7-7--9-9---9---9--9--|
E|--7--7-7-7-7--4--4-4-4-4----------7-7-------------|
(the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)
[Verse 1] (ring out chords)
B G#
One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy, which made him shake,
E
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
B F#
So they carried Him home, his corpse to wake
B G#
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed,
E B F#
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of Porter at his head
[Chorus]
B G#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
E B F#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
B G#
Wasn't it the truth I told
E B F#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse 2] (ring out)
B G#
His friends assembled at his wake, and Missus Finnegan called for lunch
E B F#
First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
B G#
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a nice clean corpse that you ever did see
E B F#
Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah hold your gob see Patty Magee
[Chorus]
B G#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
E B F#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
B G#
Wasn't it the truth I told
E B F#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Break]
B E F# B
Whoah,oh,oooh x2
[Verse 3]
B G#
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job, Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure
E B F#
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
B G#
Then the war did soon engage, Woman to Woman and Man to Man
E B E
Shillelah-law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began
B G#
Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a bottle Of whiskey flew at him,
E F#
It missed him falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim,
B G#
Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
E F#
Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"
[Chorus] x2
B G#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
E B F#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
B G#
Wasn't it the truth I told
E B F#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
That's it! For suggestions, corrections, and requests, email me:
[email protected]
Song: Finnegan's Wake
Album: Do or Die
Tabber: [email protected]
[Intro Verse] (clean)
B G#
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a gentle Irishman - Mighty odd
E
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
B F#
To rise in the world, he carried a hod,
B
You see he'd sort of a Trippling way:
G#
With love for a liquor poor Tim was born,
E
To help him on with his work each day,
B F# B
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'...
[Intro Riff]
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------9--9-9-------11--11-11--| x4
D|--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--9--9-9--9-9--11--11-11--|
A|--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--7--7-7--9-9---9---9--9--|
E|--7--7-7-7-7--4--4-4-4-4----------7-7-------------|
(the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)
[Verse 1] (ring out chords)
B G#
One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy, which made him shake,
E
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
B F#
So they carried Him home, his corpse to wake
B G#
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed,
E B F#
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of Porter at his head
[Chorus]
B G#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
E B F#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
B G#
Wasn't it the truth I told
E B F#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse 2] (ring out)
B G#
His friends assembled at his wake, and Missus Finnegan called for lunch
E B F#
First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
B G#
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a nice clean corpse that you ever did see
E B F#
Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah hold your gob see Patty Magee
[Chorus]
B G#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
E B F#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
B G#
Wasn't it the truth I told
E B F#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Break]
B E F# B
Whoah,oh,oooh x2
[Verse 3]
B G#
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job, Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure
E B F#
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
B G#
Then the war did soon engage, Woman to Woman and Man to Man
E B E
Shillelah-law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began
B G#
Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a bottle Of whiskey flew at him,
E F#
It missed him falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim,
B G#
Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
E F#
Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"
[Chorus] x2
B G#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
E B F#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
B G#
Wasn't it the truth I told
E B F#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
That's it! For suggestions, corrections, and requests, email me:
[email protected]
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