Barleyjuice

Barleyjuice

 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
BandRockCeltic

A brilliant pan-celtic trad & original rock band with endless personality & musical prowess. Humble as the day is long, too. The kind of blokes you'd introduce to your distant cousin's adopted niece at Christmas to keep them from eating all the pie

Biography


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BIO

The first thing that attracts you to Barleyjuice is their uncanny ability to pen songs that sound like they could be straight from a classic Pogues or Flogging Molly album. The second thing that hits you is their wit and prowess in performing them. This is why they've made waves in the celtic, rock and folk community and beyond..

Chuck & Sarah Fishbein, videographers for U2’s last tour, caught the band at Rocky Sullivan’s, NYC early on and faithfully followed them from venue to venue to create the rough "rockumentary" you see on this website.

Barleyjuice's eponymous first recording was steeped in traditional bagpipe & celtic singing songs. By their second album, Another Round, Swanson & Brewer had written more than half of the material. Encouraged with numerous comparisons to Shane MacGowan & the Pogues, Ronnie Drew, even the Rolling Stones, they staved on with their own original tunes as well as trad favourites. Their tongue-in-cheek element delights audiences thoroughly, in addition to, as Brewer notes, making it difficult for them to sing properly. The five members pilot a barrage of instruments - guitar, fiddle, accordion, bagpipes, bouzouki, mandolin, harmonica, banjo, tinwhistle, piano, bass and drums. Sometimes they even dance.

Celticradio.net listeners voted "What's Up Yours?" Song of the Year for 2005. In 2006, Barleyjuice released their third album, Six Yanks, and stretched their avid fanbase across America and into Europe with the help of such fan sites as MySpace, and a seamless show. Six Yanks made #14 on Paddy Rock Radio's Top Twenty short list (paddyrock.com), and "Whiskey To The Sea" was listener-voted ShowStopper Track on CelticFolkPod.com, as well as included on iTunes Celtic Essentials Collection.

2008 marked the birth of the band's fourth offspring, Bonny Prince Barley, including immediately lauded crowd favourites like Weekend Irish, Swig, and a cover of The Clash's London Calling. That same year, a double CD, The Barleyjuice Irish Collection hit the streets, and "Celtic Girl" became an immediate favourite on celticradio.net.

Following BPB, Skulduggery Street marked their first forage into a conceptual album, with every band member contributing a song, and a storyboard that painted a deep and colourful image of life on the dark side of many of the cities in which Barleyjuice has performed.

2013 saw the release of Barleyjuice's latest effort, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, which brings us up to date with what many say is their best offering yet.

We hope you enjoy the material and would like to bring the group in for the coming year’s festivities. Please explore barleyjuice.com for more photos, videos & some fascinating blatant lies about the group.

General Queries:
Kyf Brewer
215-396-0607
PO Box 668
Holland PA 18966

UK:
Alan Glaves
glaves@btinternet.com
011 44 1480 467542

Lyrics

What's Up Yours?

Written By: Keith Swanson/ItsAThing Music/ASCAP; Kay Brewer/Barleywench Music/ASCAP; Kyf Brewer/Brewerds&Music/A

you hear the rumblings at the fest
rowdy boys in ancient dress
but nae a one will near confess
what lurks beneath the tartan

you see the swagger and the sway
imagination runs away
could there be cloth or is there nay
behind the pleated curtain

finnich inarra finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
a trophy or two and a ribbon of blue
what's up yours?

when Irish eyes are smiling
what do you think they're smiling for?
it's a nod and a wink to me lucky charms
what's up yours?

we stand here proud before the king
we love to pipe, we love to sing
perhaps I'll do the highland fling
to show you my affection

ye lasses with your scarlet sash
i'll give your necks a good whiplash
if you should turn and catch me crack
a smile in your direction

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
could be the loch ness monster
what's up yours?
you can give the lass her fairin
but the gems she will adore
are the ones she¹ll see above your knee
what's up yours?

(instrumental shenanigans)

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
a thundrous crack and a union jack
what's up yours?
when irish eyes are smilin'
what d'you think they're smilin' for?
it's a nod & a wink to me lucky charms
what's up yours?

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
a thundrous crack and a union jack
what's up yours?
you can give the lass her fairin
but the gems she will adore
are the ones she¹'l see above your knee
what's up yours?

finnich inara finnich aneeah
finnich a feileadh mor
could be me jolly roger
what's up yours?

call it the lion rampant
call it dragon lore
willy wallace called it freedom!
what's up yours?

©2003

Nancy Drinks Tequila

Written By: Keith Swanson/ItsAThing Music/ASCAP

there's a bonnie lass from county bucks
i'm sure you've heard about
on the subject of the drinkin'
she is utterly devout
never had a dram of whiskey
never had a pint of stout
surely that is not to say
she's the type will do without

nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day
stronger men than old sylvest
i've seen her put away
her lips'll ne'er touch whiskey
beer or porter, punch or tay
nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day

when nancy's in the public house
there's sure to be a bloody row
she'll always drink a dram more than
the landlord can or will allow
if looks could kill it's sure that more
than one man would have up and died
hell it hath no fury as when
nancy's thirst has been denied

nancy drinks tequila
she's not like a normal irish lass
she'll even eat the worm that's lyin'
at the bottom of the glass
i dare you all lads big and small
if you believe you've got the brass
go head to head with nancy and
she'll drink you flat upon your arse

nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day
stronger men than old sylvest
i've seen her put away
her lips'll ne'er touch whiskey
beer or porter, punch or tay
nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day

we used to meet on saturdays
down at the pub the drum and fife
and after twenty shots or so
one night she said she'd be me wife
i can't complain about the pain
that's in me brain each sunday mornin'
i suppose this life i chose
it hasn't come without a warnin'

now we're a loving couple
tipplin' doubles down in dublin town
she's still as pretty as the day
i saw her in her wedding gown
as for me it's plain to see
tequila's cost me liver dear
i wonder if she'll love me less
if i go back to drinkin' beer

nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day
stronger men than old sylvest
i've seen her put away
her lips'll ne'er touch whiskey
beer or porter, punch or tay
nancy drinks tequila
and she drinks it night and day.

©2003

Whiskey To The Sea

Written By: Kyf Brewer/Brewerds&Music/ASCAP

well the life goes in circles as everyone know
and the mirth and the misery comes as it goes
and the drunkard's philosophy starts where it ends
have a drink to me boys and then hit me again

names will be shouted and glasses be filled
and the girls will get frisky and say what they will
but the moment of finest reflection must be
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

there's buggers and beggars and liars by trade
and white blessed angels that visit your bed
but enlightenment waits serendipitously
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

now god is quite homeless and scattered and blind
and he keeps a few things round the back of my mind
and the times he retrieves them are errant and few
and i field most requests from him best i can do

he's harboring spirits, the neighbors complain
it's gone to his liver, it's gone to his brain
but it's bollocks i say, i recall pleasantly
having sent all that whiskey on back to the sea

names will be shouted and glasses be filled
and the girls will get frisky and say what they will
but the moment of finest reflection must be
when you're sending your whiskey on back to the sea

names will be shouted and glasses be spilled
and the girls will get risky and do what they will
but i'm known to break out in such grand melody
when i'm sending my whiskey on back to the sea.

©2003

Pretty Wild Bride

Written By: (Keith Swanson/ItsAThing Music; Kyf Brewer/Brewerds&Music/ASCAP

minister's stammering she can tell it's for the record though
cuz biblically speaking we was already wed
still see you standing there with your hair done up and everything
your daddy beside ya with his face beet red

cov'rin' the bogs, i nearly missed the alter
but i couldn't leave ya standin' and the caterer besides
gone are the days the ladies used to halter me
i'm making my peace with all who poisoned my pride

and it's too ra loo and i'm on my way
loosen your corset and we'll sing all the day
singin' too ra loo and i've all i need
bottle of mead and my pretty wild bride

int'resting that i knew no one at me own reception
but i took it for granted that they all knew me nurse
sharin' me whisky with all me brand newfound relations
put a lump in my throat and a hole in my purse

piper was drunk at least that's how he sounded when
i pulled him from a fun'ral drinkin' every man's rum
missus was holdin' her own out on the dancin' floor
with ev'ry wanker tryin' to grab a pinch of her bum
but if you need a dancer she's as good as they come

and it's too ra loo and i'm on my way
loosen me tie yeah we'll be here all day
singin' too ra loo and i've all i need
packet of weed and my pretty wild bride.

©2006

Tartan Is The Colour of My True Love's Hair v2

Written By: Mark Mulholland/IMRO; Kyf Brewer/Brewerds&Music/ASCAP

Well when I was just a young lad, my life about to start
There was ever only one girl had a place inside my heart
We walked the glen, we climbed the Ben, the forest was our bed,
And many a morn I'd wake to find me kilt across her head

And I been up and I been down and I been here and I been there
Never saw a bonny lassie quite as comely or as fair
You can talk of pretty maidens and I don't bloody care
Cause tartan is the colour of my true love's hair

We walked the bonnie highlands, no matter what the weather
And we'd shag each other senseless in the bonnie purple heather
ŒTil one day we were frolicking and as my true love laughed,
She fell into the workings of an old disused mineshaft

And I been up and I been down and I been here and I been there
Never saw a bonny lassie quite as comely or as fair
You can talk of pretty maidens and I don't bloody care
Cause tartan is the colour of my true love's hair

Well I never have recovered from that sad, sad, sorry day
So I left my native land for the shores of Amerikay
And many a man has made remark about me ancient dress
But I wear it in remembrance of the girl it e'er first kessed

And I been up and I been down and I been here and I been there
Never saw a bonny lassie quite as comely or as fair
You can talk of pretty maidens and I don't bloody care
Cause tartan is the colour of my true love's hair

©2006

Weekend Irish

Written By: Kyf & Kay Brewer

Weekend Irish
(Kyf Brewer/Kay Brewer)

You see 'em out dancing with their flat caps on
Beware the Weekend Irish
Wavin' their banners and tippin' their drum
Beware the Weekend Irish
And the blood runs deep
When the booze is cheap
Long as you ain't got an agenda to keep
You can be a Weekend Irish, hey!
Oi, oi, we're the weekend Irish

Monday Tuesday Wednesday, in a coat & tie
Beware the Weekend Irish
Thursday rolls around and me tongue is so dry
Beware the Weekend Irish
So we'll kiss the stone
Play our drones & bones
And call your cousin Mick on his Kelly phone
Cuz he's a Weekend Irish
Yeah we're the Weekend Irish, hey!

Oi, oi, we're the weekend Irish
Oi, oi, we're the weekend Irish

Draw me a shammy on the head of me black
And I'll be a weekend Irish
Ink me some tribal on the square of me back
And I'll be a weekend Irish
And we'll raise a hand
To the motherland
Best part of bein' an American
To be a Weekend Irish
To be a Weekend Irish, hey!

Oi, oi, we're the weekend Irish
Oi, oi, we're the weekend Irish
Oi, oi, we're the weekend Irish
Oi, oi, we're the weekend Irish!

Discography

One Shilling - full length album, 2001
Another Round - fuller length album, 2003
What's Up Yours? - single, winner of 2005 celticradio.net Song of the Year
What's Up Yours? - music video
Six Yanks - kilt's length album, 2006
Bonny Prince Barley - big girl's blouse length album, 2008
The Barleyjuice Irish Collection - 32 favourite Irish trad & original songs culled from the band's first four albums. Includes remixes & two brand new tunes.

Set List

Barleyjuice originals include:

Celtic Girl
Drunkard's Ambassadors
Swig
Songs For Sinners
Hard Life of Ivan MacCrae
Weekend Irish
Jo'rneyman's Song
My Bonnie Lassie and Me
Bleary-Eyed Beauty
Misty Mornings Miss'd
Pretty Wild Bride
Modern Pirates
Love With A Priest
Beauty And The Rum
More Pipes
Tartan Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair
Whiskey-Bailey's-Guinness
A Band's A Band For A'That
The Bar I Love Remained
Taylor's Fancy
Nancy Drinks Tequila
Potatoes
Dear Richard's Wake
What's Up Yours?
Scottish Samba
Muckle John
Whiskey To The Sea
Donnie Scot
The Ballad Of Sailor Jack And Georgie

Traditional favorites include:

Nancy Whiskey
All For Me Grog
Wild Rover
Fiddler's Green
Marymack
Hi Drive
Sally Garden
Mush Mush
Tippin' It Up To Nancy
Rosin The Bow
Juice Of The Barley
Boys Of Blue Hill/Courtin' In The Kitchen
London Calling
Banjo Bre