Biografia:
Dropkick Murphys é uma banda de celtic punk formada em Quincy, Massachusetts, Estados Unidos. Primeiramente tocavam juntos no porão de um barbearia de um amigo, eles misturaram Oi!, música irlandesa, e hardcore. Suas influências incluem bandas como Stiff Little Fingers, The Pogues, The Clash e Swinging Utters. O nome da banda foi tirado de um centro de reabilitação de drogados.
Origem do Nome
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Outras músicas:
- 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
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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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