Cheers!

Cheers!

 Pilsen, Plzeňský Kraj, CZE
BandFolkPunk

rock/punk music with elements of ballads and irish traditional melodies which has the purpouse of extending our personal cheers

Biography

The band Cheers! was founded about beginning of February 2010, in the first grade of archaeological studies. Pavel, Filip and bassguitarist Pája just accidentally ran onto each other and started to plan a band since then. Pavel – acoustic guitar player/singer already tried to play kinda celtic stuffs with his girfriend Káta – whistle/flute player but they didn’t know any others. So Filip with his violin skills came useful. After a few acoustic sessions, they put an advertisment into a local newspapers and suddenly Honza – el. Guitarist appeard and the band started to get some guts. During that, Pája always talked about a friend of hers that can play the accordeon and about a month later Fredy – the accordeonist‘d join the band. Acoustic section was full, so as part of rythmycal section. But there was a still one place left. Fortunately, the advertisment they run did the great job and fill that missing space with drummer Préma – the only person with serious musical hystory. Thanks to that, the band runs as never before. Fast and on the dot.

Several concert ran through...

2011/10 – The band participate in music competition „Skutecná liga“ and advanced to the semi-final but unfortunately did not succeed. The video-records from competition are available here...
http://sl2011.skutecnaliga.cz/cheers.htm

2011/11 – The band records theyr first SP with songs „Bard“ and „When It’s Down“

2011/12 – The song Bard is played for the first time publicly in a local radio

Lyrics

Bard

Written By: Cheers!

When it's getting dark over the London bridge,
then rats are spawning and walls are wailing.
The laugh and a good turn're feeling like strangers here
after he's gone - the Bard from Strakonice
So day after day, he's rowin' around like a dog.
Hopefully he'll find a place to sleep though he did't get paid
Where ever he played his pipes, they speared his fatty because of begging.

Those used to be wonderful times when people around could play the pipes. one note ment smiling faces. He used to be the king

When it's getting dark and through the London is rowin' the heart-kind man. Pipes are whistling through the rain as he plays with cheer.

"As with a hungry dog: We cannot let the pipe-rubble just fuck around!" Yelled the leader of empty heads. So the angry crowd threw the bard into Thames which used to be his muse.

And since then when ever rains, slight pipes whistling is heard through the rain. And even after those years, we can still hear it...

When It's Down

Written By: Cheers!

Ješte porád na plech jsem otevrel oci
A obrátil je vysoko k nebi
Nohy jsem mel malátný a s krví ze rtu
Odetkla všechna zlost
Ztratil jsem zub spolu s mou vírou
A nikdy-nekoncící nadejí
jedná vec na kterou jsem moh myslet
byla hodit si lano

Když to nestojí za moc, když je všechno špatne –
Nikdy nic preci netrvá vecne
Muj deda vždycky ríkával
Kde je vule, tam je cesta (když se chce, tak to jde)
Ale ne pro me..

Když sem byl decko s pihama ve tvári,
Se snama a radostí ze života
Hrával jsem na schovávanou ve stínech ulic
Ty sny bejvaly tak živý.
Možná sem ztratil smer, možná jsem jen opilec
Kdo je natolik cistej aby soudil
Osud hraje kostky s kurvou
A každej život jednou dopadne stejne

Když to nestojí za moc, když je všechno špatne –
Nikdy nic preci netrvá vecne
Muj deda vždycky ríkával
Kde je vule, tam je cesta (když se chce, tak to jde)
Ale ne pro me..

To bylo dva roky zpátky, tri tejdny pred tim
Než sem vstoupil do armády a stal se chlapem
Mí bratri ve zbrani mi hlídaj záda
a já zas hlídam ty jejich
Ale když se všechno posralo, každej zapad do díry
A nechali me tam samotnýho stát
Není divu, že salva kulek zasáhla srdce
A donutila me myslet na domov.

Když to nestojí za moc, když je všechno špatne –
Nikdy nic preci netrvá vecne
Muj deda vždycky ríkával
Kde je vule, tam je cesta (když se chce, tak to jde)
Snad možná i pro me..

Jim

Written By: Cheers!

Sloka1:
D G Em G Em
Well little Jim has always love the Sea and pirat books with plenty of „me“
D G Em G
So making ships out of piece of bark, he dreamed of captain‘ one.
When he eat a meal with his dirty hands never started without the toast to his friends,
So life went on and the river flowed with his vessel cruising streams.

A G D
But hard is a life when you’re sailing a dream that was always in your heart.
A G A
And cliffs on your way are just way too much real for the little captain Jim.

Mezihra: ½ sloky

Sloka2:
After fifteen years of bein‘ lonely kid Jimmy finally foud a friend to drink with,
So drunk to hell and marginalized, he’d bum around the town.
Never hit a deck, never taste the salt but drinking rum as a pirat’s old whore,
He still maked small ships out of bark and watched them floating by.

Now the boy is a man and they don’t understand to the soul that lost it‘s course.
For Jim there’s a way what-hell-ever they say that one day he’ll reach the shore.

Rf:
G A Hm
When ever bank’s too far and the arms are too weak
We think of that small breath inside
G A D G
And every man in a row is like a wave in the Sea
Em A
That drowns if you don’t fit in the line

No matter how Jim swims or how hard does he fight,
For a reason there’s always a wall
Why can’t we kill by the sword every thing that is wrong
D A G
It’s Jim who we fight first of all
It’s Jim who we fight first of all

A

Mezihra: ½ sloky

Sloka3:
So one day, when clouds were off the sky, Jim awoke with a perfect thought on his mind.
He grabbed a knife and cut his grudge that almosed killed his heart.
It took a day or two to built a wooden craft with a flagpole and blackjack on the top
So the high tide came and Jim has left what someone called the home.

He is sailing today, there’s no way he can stay imprisoned in this fucking land.
With a scarf ‘round his head, rum will sure cheat the death, Jim is heading to meet his bane,
G A
Hope he’ll never lose the lane.

Mezihra2: Hm G D A Hm G A – 2x

Rf:
When ever bank’s too far and the arms are too weak
We think of that small breath inside
And every man in a row is like a wave in the Sea
That drowns you if you’re out the line

No matter how Jim swims or how hard does he fight,
For a reason there’s always a wall
Why can’t we kill by the sword every thing that is wrong
It’s Jim who we fight first of all
It’s Jim who we fight first of all.

End: A

Discography

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