Don't Go For The One

Walt Kowalski went to see one of our favorite bands last night, Gaelic Storm.

Fun, fun, fun.  Irish songs, dancing, great musicians, and only a 10 minute drive home. 


 

Where else will you hear bagpipes, an accordion, a fiddle player, guitar, drums and comedy in the same band? 

Then to add to the fun, this time they invited Bag Pipers from the local college.

Then added more cool rhythm instruments:

Then had a competition between the fiddle and the bag pipes!

It is very difficult to sit still during this show. Toes tapping, alligator arms flapping (see lyrics below), and hand clapping. Their songs are fun.  Mostly about drinking, but it's clean fun and comedy is included, too!

All of their songs come from their lives and they tell the stories to give you background about why the story is so funny. They never tell the story the same twice. Here's some of the lyrics.  This one is one my favorites called The One.

I bumped into Harvey back home last year,
Says I to him, 'Do you wanna go for a beer?'
'No, me sister's French husband is over, ' says he,
'I've been sent to get snails to impress him for tea.'

'I was down in the snail shop, she told me to go, '
'I'm a little bit late because business was slow, '
'If I'm not home by six, I'll surely be done, '
'The Mrs will kill me, let's just go for the one.'

For the one went down fast, the second did too,
Three or four followed, twas a fine how-do-you-do,
Harvey looked at his watch, shrieked out with fright,
It was twenty past ten, we'd been drinking all night.

Well cursing my name, he sped 'cross the floor,
Clutching the snails, he ran out the door,
'I'm a dead man, ' he said, 'I'm drunk and I'm late, '
As he tore down the road and up to his gate.

Well he opened the gate and he ran down the path,
But he knew he was in for the dragon's wrath,
But he tripped and he fell and up in the air
Went the bag with the snails flying everywhere.

Hearing the noise she kicked open the door,
The snails and Harvey were spread 'cross the floor,
'You're three hours late, ' she screamed, loud as she could,
'What's your excuse, this had better be good.'

Well he looks down at the snails
And with a confident air
He says, 'five more feet lads, we're nearly there.'



Here is another favorite called Alligator Arms (his arms are too short to reach his pocket to pay the tab)


My mother, thinks that you're a saint,
Everybody else, we all know you aint.
My sister, has a crush on you,
I bet she'd change her mind, if she only knew.
The bill arrives, you're never found,
Get to the bar and stand your round,
Just once why don't you volunteer,
Get up and buy us all a beer!
You say that it's not that you're cheap,
It's your arms are too short and your pockets are too deep.

It's your alligator arms, your arms, your arms,
You've got alligator arms.
It's your alligator arms, your arms, your arms,
You've got alligator arms.

You really, don't seem to have a clue,
We don't want to hang out, or go to bars with you.
Your wallet, must have a lock and key,
Or maybe you just think that everything in life is free.
Were not asking for a yacht,
We just want a whiskey shot,
A beer or vodka would be fine,
A cocktail or a glass of wine!

We can't wait for next year's show.

P.S. I forgot to mention... ever seen the movie Titanic? Remember the party scene in third class? When Jack takes Rose to a "real party." The Irish band in third class playing the music to their dance scene...that was Gaelic Storm.

Their concerts are just as much fun.  Without the ship sinking in the end.