Meisce - Seattle, WA - Discography, Lyrics

Discography Track Listing: 1. When the Guns Have All Been Fired 2. Ghost of the Coal Mine 3. Shipwrecked in a Bottle 4. Lock Me in the Nick 5. Grey Sunday 6. Gypsy Fiddle 7. Sean Reilly 8. A Virgin's Demise Shipwrecked in a Bottle CD Label: Fistolo Records Cat: FIST - 022 Release Date: 03/11/2008 Status: First Pressing: 1000 Available Click Here to Purchase from Store Bored of the Dance 7" EP Label: Fistolo, Aborted Society CAT: ABSOC 010 / FIST 016 Release Date: 01/29/2007 Status: First Pressing: 1000 Available Click Here to Purchase from Store Track Listing: 1. The Death of Michael Flatley 2. Drunk & Alone Lyrics [Click on song titles to view lyrics] When the Guns Have All Been Fired (music and words: A. Knaff) When the guns have all been fired And the ammunitions gone And the corpses lie in bloody pools To wait the break of dawn There will be no mound of earth left Which to raise your flag upon When the guns have all been fired And the ammunitions gone When the bombs have all been dropped And the cities all are dust And the earth has just been ravaged By the rich man's power lust There will be no government left In which to place your trust When the bombs have all been dropped And the cities all are dust When the mines have all been tripped And the people all have died And the mothers all are dead Lying in the tears they cried There will be no one to take the blame No punishment applied When the mines have all been tripped And the people all have died When the wars are finally over And the damage has been done And the mushroom clouds have darkened out The lifeblood of the sun There will be no fucking countries There will be no fucking one When the wars are finally over And the damage has been done (back to top) Ghost of the Coal Mine (music and words: R. Hanna) Father worked the coal mines into an early grave Sixty hour weeks and not a hope for a raise McCallahan, the bossman, had an iron fist up his ass But now he’s haunted by the demons of his despicable past Father lead five men into an unexplored cave And in a flash the ceiling crashed, no one could be saved Well, that’s the way things go,” McCallahan said to my ma And he left us standing on his porch, our mouths dropped in awe The next day he forgot that we were even there at all Chorus: Now all of the day, the screams of dying men in pain Clouds this ruthless bastard’s mind who brushed them to the side And in some feeble way, my father’s death was not in vain As no one dares to work inside a haunted coal mine Now every time McCallahan takes a puff from a cigar His mouth fills up with coal dust and he spits it to the floor And every time he sees his reflection in the mirror My father’s blackened corpse stands directly to his rear The workers couldn’t stand the evil howling in the caves Or the visions of canaries disembowled by pick-axe blades And when he goes to sleep McCallahan opens one eye Forever haunted by the ghosts of those six brave men that died Forever at the mercy of his evil, foolish pride Repeat Chorus (back to top) Shipwrecked in a Bottle (music and words: R. Hanna) Dead like a doornail, I drown in this pint of ale Watching the hours and days disappear And I drink in the corner, I curse the bartender My table’s been empty for the last hundred years Chorus: And she left me to sink in this mire And there’s no one here to carry me a’shore And I’ve sent out a thousand distress calls in bottles… But they shatter and fall to the floor Memories are vampires, my past is a landlord Nailing an eviction to the back of my skull All lovers are bastards, like the bastards before them So buy me a whiskey before the last call Repeat Chorus x2 (back to top) Lock Me in the Nick (music and words: A.Knaff) We take pride in our freedom, we take pride in our rights But if you stand up for equality, it’s the cops who’ll start the fights Those power tripping bastards, they know they’ve got it good But they’ve left behind the values, for which this nation stood They tell us that their mission is to serve and to protect But from what I’ve seen of what they’ve done, I would definitely object Bridge: I can only take so much of their trampling on my head If they silence my opinion, then I might as well be dead Chorus: If I can’t say the things I want to say Then lock me in the nick and throw the key away Lock me in the nick, lock me in the nick Far away from all your bullshit Throw away the key, throw away the key Despite what you say I am not free They bring riots guns and tear gas to a peaceful war protest That they start that shit for the sake of it, I certainly do detest And at Mardi Gras they stood aside, and let a young man die They never raised a fucking hand, it makes me wonder why They’ll throw down on the lower class, who possess a legitimate bitch While they’re lining all their pockets from the coffers of the rich Repeat bridge Repeat chorus (back to top) Grey Sunday (music: R. Hanna, words: P. Jay) 'Twas a dreary December morning, when a knock came on my door My love confessed then to me that she could take no more She said she care not love someone who drank to forget his pain Then with a cold goodbye she slammed the door, then it soon began to rain Well it’s all the same, again my heart is shamed when life is just shite all day and all night I’ll just drink my time away Fog then rain, and tomorrow’s Christmas day If I can survive this bottle tonight, should I start my life again? For all my life I’ve been alone locked in this poisoned brain seems the only key to set me free gets further every day So here I sit on this barstool, as the pints and shots go down now it’s February 13th in this grey shithole of a town And the weather always mocks my mood, as the rain pours down like tears and I think I’ll take a walk on the bridge when I’ve finished 13 beers Well it’s all the same, again my heart is shamed when life is just shite all day and all night, I’ll just drink my time away Fog then rain, and tomorrow’s valentine’s day If I should survive thru Saturday night, I can’t face another grey sunday Well it’s all the same, forever my heart is shamed when life is just shite all day and all night I just drink my time away Aye or nay? Should I fly or should I stay? If I should survive thru Saturday night I can’t face another grey sunday (back to top) Gypsy Fiddle (words and music: A. Knaff) If I said I’ve got no choice, you’d say I’m full of shit But I truly did not choose to drink and that is the truth of it I can tell you exactly how I came into these straights I was walking through the city, and I was coming to the gates A haunting air did float my way and the music tickled my ear And before I knew it I was hooked, and I felt her drawing near Horse hair touched to catgut and the music was divine I followed her off into the hills as I lost all track of time I ended my trek by her firelight, and there to my surprise A band of gypsies joined her tune with a twinkle in their eyes A haunting air did float my way and the music tickled my ear And before I knew it I was hooked, and I felt her drawing near They played so long into the night, I stood transfixed 'til mornings light Minutes passed and my vision cleared and the gypsy girl had disappeared A whiskey jug sat in her wake, my heart so heavy, about to break So I finished the jug to ease the pain of never hearing her tune again She played her fiddle she played it well I would have followed that tune through the gates of hell But the tune now fades like her memory so a fucking drunk I will always be (back to top) Sean Reilly (music and words: A. Knaff) I have a story I think you should hear so sit down my friend and pour yourself a beer He was born in the homeland in 1819 And Sean Reilly was the drunkest man this world has ever seen He started bright and early with that rare old mountain dew He’d drink down one pint, and then he’d drink down two He would finish his jug, and head toward the door And go down to the local pub to drink again some more 1st Chorus: So raise up your glasses and hail to the king Sean Reilly was the drunkest man this world has ever seen Drink down your whiskey when you hear that ceilidh call Cause there’s a little bit, yes a little of Sean Reilly in us all Sean Reilly would challenge the roughest of men He’d drink until they all passed out and challenge them again They would gather together from all over town But nary a man could drink Sean Reilly down Repeat 1st Chorus Then one night as he sat and drank in walked an Irish lass She looked him in the eye and said, “I’ll drink you off your ass” They sat down at the table and poured the whiskey round And before the night was over she had drunk Sean Reilly down Soon after they were married, it was the grandest thing For when she outdrunk him he had finally found his queen They drank together the rest of their life As the drunkest of couples: Sean Reilly and his wife So raise up your glasses and hail to the king Sean Reilly was the drunkest man this world has ever seen But his lady could drink until she made Sean Reilly fall So there’s a little bit, yes a little of Mrs. Reilly in us all! (back to top) A Virgin's Demise (the fate of missy MacGregor) (music: R. Hanna, words: P. Jay) (new moon verse) Remember when november came the leaves all turned, the sky turned grey a malefic fog descended on our humble town. they say at night a stranger came but no one could recall his name as everyone who met his gaze fell feverish and numb and the moon shone down with a cold pale frown and it marked us with a memory of an ancient fear and a people once so proud and brave forgot their hearts and hid away for they feared their daughters final days too soon would come (new gibbous verse) and when the dawn returned again 'twas as if the fog had never come and they wondered had this nightmare, had it all been in their heads and all had thought their fears were wrong til MacGregor said 'my Missy's gone!' and they searched the forest far and long but not one trace did appear. and the moon shone down with a cold pale frown in the blanket of the night their came a sinister howl. they all kneeled by their beds and prayed a selfish wish that god would save them from a grim and early grave and a maniac unknown. (full moon) then by the full moons baneful scorn their sweet young flesh was torn a pair of red glaring eyes the last sight of a virgin's demise and many a father fell torn apart by this demon from hell and a howl ripped through the night! (blood moon verse) then on novembers final eve a wicked wind blew all the leaves and a pale and raven lass appeared with eyes as black as night. as soon as all the people learned MacGregor's daughter had returned they feared she was a witch and swore she must be burned. and the moon shone down with a cold pale frown as they bound her to a stake in the center of the town. but just as they had lit thee flames a clap of thunder brought the rain and the people watched and went insane as she turned into a wolf, and that just stood as proof, Missy MacGregor's not a virgin anymore! (back to top) The Death of Michael Flatley ( music and words: R. Hanna) The day that Michael Flatley waltzed into our village square The skies turned black and grey Teeth like razors, eyes of gold, a kerchief ‘round his hair The women sighed and swayed Co-opting a thousand years of culture and heritage, This so-called lord of dance But this bastard’s reign must surely end with blood and carnage, We’ll rid him from this land Chorus: We’ll hang him from the highest tree and break both of his fucking knees! Drag the bastard through the rain and kick him in the face again! For ten long years he profited from our sweat and tears And drank the alehouse dry He forced himself upon a girl against her bloody will Then left her there to die So grab your pitchforks, feathers and tar, he’s drinking at McCaffey’s bar, Be sure it will be his last For without hands a man can’t steal, with gouged-out eyes he can’t conceal The lies behind the mask Chorus (x2) Again, again and again! Again for all the pain and suffering he caused! Again, again and again! Again for making our lives miserable! (back to top) Drunk and Alone (music and words: A. Knaff) I've had a hard time with trouble before I’ve been pissed off and passed out and then kicked out the door Looking like shit like a drunk ugly whore But I've never felt worse than I'm feeling tonight Chorus: Give me a pint or give me a shot Give me everything that you've got I just want to drink like a worthless old sot And I'll stumble home drunk and alone I’ve had plenty of time just to sit here and think But what’s on my mind makes me just want to drink And thinking of you sends me over the brink Cause I’ve never felt worse than I’m feeling tonight Chorus Misery follows wherever I go I guess after all it just goes to show The truth is the same thing I already know That I’ve never felt worse than I’m feeling tonight Chorus As I lie here in the gutter of the street in the rain I wonder if I’ll ever see you again And I wish very much that you could feel my pain Cause I’ve never felt worse than I’m feeling tonight Chorus (back to top) Demo CDR Label: Self-Released CAT: N/A Release Date: 2005 Status: 150 made SOLD OUT Track Listing: 1. When the Guns Have All Been Fired 2. Ghost of the Coal Mine 3. Shipwrecked in a Bottle 4. Lock Me in the Nick 5. Grey Sunday 6. Gypsy Fiddle 7. Sean Reilly 8. A Virgin's Demise This text will be replaced by the flash music player.