Drunken Balordi

Drunken Balordi

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gypsy,world punk, party, drink up, get up, dance, throw your head back and laugh, scream, rip the seats, burn the ceiling, the clash of culture, a mix of tapes, the permanent smile across your face, the long tale tails, the forgotten night, the country swing,a strict machine,Drunken Dalordi love

Biography

Making their live debut at the 100 Club on Oxford Street (a fitting gig for a band with such strong punk roots, attitude and energy) just under 2 years ago, they wasted no time at all in following this up by playing to crowds all over the UK, Europe and USA, supporting the likes of Stiff Little Fingers, The Levellers (main support at Vikadel Fest Norway), The Blockheads, The Wombats, Spear of Destiny, Neville Staples band, Alabama3, Kultur Shock, Pama International, The Stranglers, Scratch Perverts, Anti Nowhere League and The Popes and Shane MacGowan along the way!
This summer alone saw them perform at Glastonbury, Bestival, Rebellion, Stummercamp, Bomfest, Wheyfest, Rock En Stock Festival (France) Feile Festival(Ireland) and Edenfest (Scotland), having to turn down many others for purely logistical reasons – Drunken Balordi are a band in international demand!
Drunken Balordi are a band with a fast growing following of rowdy fans through out the world as can be seen at any of their shows, and are definitely one of the few bands who never fail to deliver a great show every time, in any venue however big or small. They are party Kings and will have you dancing or pogo-ing whether you like it or not.
On Monday November 22nd 2010, Drunken Balordi will be releasing their eagerly anticipated self-titled debut album on Filthy Dog Records (distributed by Nova), with the lead single ‘Filthy Dog’ preceding this on November 1st. It’s an album full of passionate stories and bleary eyed tales – anthems for a weekend fuelled by booze, romance, philosophy and hedonism. Drunken Balordi have encapsulated perfectly the multi-cultural spirit that runs through the very veins of their gypsy punk fabric, delivering a genuinely fantastic debut album that will undoubtedly justify their hype and announce their arrival into the mainstream glare.

Lyrics

Brixton Sun

Written By: Billy King

Brixton Sun

The man from Bosrah,
Tapper Zukie had just come on
Rebel oh rebel,
when ya hear the Prophets son
Beat us down or beat us dead
They ground the bones to make their bread

The man from Bosrah, said Rebel
The man from Bosrah, said we must so..

Sing out oh sing out
An listen to this song
Whenever in Kingston,
or walkin under the Brixton Son

Songs of protest, songs of peace
Songs of injustice, and our grief
Words of wisdom, songs divine
And I'll sing this song till the day I die

The man from Bosrah, said Rebel
The man from Bosrah, said we must so..

Sing out oh sing out
An listen to this song
Whenever in Kingston,
or walkin under the Brixton Son

Whenever in Kingston,
or walkin under the Brixton Son

The man from Bosrah, said Rebel
The man from Bosrah, said we must so..

Sing out oh sing out
An listen to this song
Whenever in Kingston,
or walkin under the Brixton Son

Sing out oh sing out
An listen to this song
Whenever in Kingston,
or walkin under the Brixton Son

Filthy Dog

Written By: Billy King

Filthy Dog

I only asked you for a dance
and now you're talkin bout ro-ma-n-ce!
not leaving anything to chance
tried to jump into my pa-nts'

You filthy dog... just dance with me'!
just dance with me!

I never meant to cause you sorrow... oh no
I never meant to cause you pain ...oh no
so please dont harbour any feelings ...oh no
Cause you're fucking with my brain!!!

I laid my cards upon the table
but you took advantage and you're able
I gave an inch you took a mile
an your sleazy hand it cramps my style

I never meant to cause you sorrow... oh no
I never meant to cause you pain ...oh no
so please dont harbour any feelings ...oh no
Cause you're fucking with my brain!!!

You filthy dog... just dance with me'!
You filthy dog... just dance with me!

Italian Nightmare

Written By: Billy King

Italian Nightmare

we came from the land of gaentano
with a promise of money & lavoro
soon as we put foot upon this land
I said, agggggggghh 'fuck, che qualcosa che non va!'

there is always a stench, of something in the air
maybe fat or oil, for that stuff that I dont care
could it be fish and fuckin chips, with all those bloody dips,
aggghhhh,'fuck! che qualcosa che non va!'

'Dio boia, my love andiamo via
far away from questo miseria
lets go home to a casa mia
and we'll smoke lots of maria

the sun it never shines, the girls have big behinds
le donne sono grassi, just one glance could make you blind
the cold it could kill you, and the wind will make you say...
'agggggggghh, 'fuck, che qualcosa che non va!'!

now we are here - more than a year, and you know - that I hold you dear
for me - you are my little angel, but this country has gone and fucking changed you
Oh christo you're like a bloody whale, 'agggggggghh, 'fuck, che qualcosa che non va!'

'Dio boia, my love andiamo via
far away from questo miseria
lets go home to a casa mia
and we'll smoke lots of maria

Up to Me

Written By: J Thomson

Up to Me

she walked like an angel straight up to me
With a look on her face so leisurely
She told me what she wants and whats the cost
So we hit the tequila and we had a shot
she grabbed me by the collar and pulled me close
My legs felt like lead and my feet they frooze
Then she whispered in my ear...
Just like she was the holy ghost

She said

Give me that tequila boy give me that rum
Give me that vodka and hold your tongue
Dont you laugh or start to cry
Cause mamas gonna give you a piece of that pie

So i gave her tequila I gave her the rum
I tried to keep the vodka I was pretty numb
so i gave her the bottle and made my run
straight to heaven hell was sure to come

I could taste my freedom but I wasnt sure
She grabbed me just before i hit the door
Then she howled and screamed and threw me on the floor
I was lying down naked i was begging for more

Give me that tequila boy give me that rum
Give me that vodka and hold your tongue
Dont you laugh or start to cry
Cause mamas gonna give you a piece of that pie
Give me that tequila boy give me that rum
Give me that vodka and hold your tongue
Dont you laugh or start to cry
You know that mama likes a little jewish Inside

666 (Drink Up)

Written By: Billy King

666 (Drink Up)

I need a drink, I need it quick
I need, not one, not two,not three, so make it six!
cause I been workin, like a slave
six days a week been up at six, I'm goin insane
when I was younger,they'd let me be
time for party, and friends, I was so free

so,...give me a drink, give me it quick - give me not, one not, two, not three
so make it six, a shot of whiskey - pour me a glass, a mix with cola
n a piece of ass! Dont need no fast cars - or lots of cash
just need a drink,n a piece of ass

So drink up my friends, oh drink up, my friends
cause who knows what, tomorrow may bring
maybe fortune or fame, or sorry and shame
So drink up my friends, oh drink up

DAI DA DADA DADA,DAI DA DADA DADA - DAI DA DADA DADA DA
DAI DA DADA DADA,DAI DA DADA DADA - DAI DA DADA DADA DA

maybe, I need a girl, a girl thats fit
who'll spin my head, a gypsy (hippy) chick
cause I've been workin, workin over time
666, On down the line,and now we're crazy
as you can see,lets throw a party,for you and me

so,...give me a drink, give me it quick - give me not, one not, two, not three
so make it six, a shot of whiskey - pour me a glass, a mix with cola
n a piece of ass! Dont need no fast cars - or lots of cash
just need a drink,n a piece of ass

So drink up my friends, oh drink up, my friends
cause who knows what, tomorrow may bring
maybe fortune or fame, or sorry and shame
So drink up my friends, oh drink up

DAI DA DADA DADA,DAI DA DADA DADA - DAI DA DADA DADA DA
DAI DA DADA DADA,DAI DA DADA DADA - DAI DA DADA DADA DA

Juda Ballerina

Written By: Billy King

JUDA BALLERINA

One met a girl from Ukraine
She was delicious even her brain
We talked about Trotsky, Stalin, Bregovic, Malkovich, other people too We went for drinks, as young people do

Ah she was young it felt so right
Yet a little dirty dirty dirty just as I like She was turned on, yes by my kind dirty old man who's nearly blind

Yes I'm old but not unkind
A bit perverted and almost blind
Yet a little dirty dirty dirty just as she liked God I must be dating, the village bike!

So I set them up, an she'd knock em down She knocked back shots an shots an shots an shots Without a frown, drank lots of Vodka, Whiskey, As young people do - It always goes down fine until I have a few ...

Ah.. 'Juda Ballerina'!

So I went to toilet to freshen up
I hadn't eaten and I felt rough
Swear if I can make it through this night I will give up Looked in the mirror and I threw up

I came back out and acted cool
Back to the bar jumped on the stool
But I was blinded yes by the drink
Started talkin but didn't think

Then made my move and then we kissed
God damn it 'Juda Ballerina' I was pissed That's when I heard you know those screams She was goin crazy actin crazy like a bad dream

I apologised, an we made up
we drank more an more an more an more
until she'd had enough
She drank for one, but I drank for two
It always goes down fine until I have a few ...

Death Do Us Part

Written By: Billy King

Death Us Do Part

Well I think of you now sometimes,an often of that day
I remember our first kiss, we kissed in Soho's GAY
I was sad when you left me, but you took your troubles too
an thanked the lord that day, the day I said 'to hell with you'!

OHHHHHHHHHH, Joh-anna..... OH HO OH HO Joh-annaOH
HO He HO Joh-anna.....my heart is breakin wont you stay
OHHHHHHHHHH, Johanna..... OH HO OH HO Joh-annaOH
HO He HO Johanna......my heart is breakin wont you stay

well..you left me in October, an you shot me down in May
now there's nothin left to do, e non c'e un cazzo left to say
when you came back to me in December, but not long after that day
an thanked the lord the day, I said ...now I'll be on my way!
well there were times you drove me crazy, you couldn't understand my ways
you took my hand in marriage, until dead it do us partin sickness and in health, on that faithful day
but now that we still beg to differ, now we shall go our seperate way

OHHHHHHHHHH, Joh-anna..... OH HO OH HO Joh-anna
OH HO He HO Joh-anna.....my heart is breakin wont you stay
OHHHHHHHHHH, Johanna..... OH HO OH HO Joh-anna
OH HO He HO Johanna......my heart is breakin wont you stay

Well I think of you now sometimes, an often of that day
How I was happy when you left me, but now I wish that you had stayed I pray to god that you never left me, and that I said 'I love you
Oh I was happy when you left me, but now I wish that you had stayed!

Matilda

Written By: Billy King

Matilda

Oh Mat-ilda, where did you go... my dar-ling, dar-ling,
cant live with-out you matilda dar-ling, dar-ling
its been so long MATILDA dar-ling, dar-ling
how I long to see your smile
my life was so care free
oh matilda, you belong to me
darling where can you be so...

where did you go, matilda? Oh Mat-ilda
where did you go, matilda? Oh Mat-ilda

Oh Matilda, how/I yearn your smile

under moonlight, she would sing, 'da da dida dida dai'
under moonlight, she would sing, 'you belong to me, my darling'
under moonlight, she would sing, 'da da dida dida dai'
under moonlight, she would sing, 'you belong to me, my darling',me, my darling,

Oh Matilda, - oh Matilda!

OH MATILDA....'oh Matil-daaaaaaaaaaaaa'!!!

Oh Mat-ilda, where did you go... my dar-ling, dar-ling,
cant live with-out you matilda dar-ling, dar-ling
its been so long MATILDA dar-ling, dar-ling
how I long to see your smile
my life was so care free
oh matilda, you belong to me
darling where can you be so...

where did you go, matilda? Oh Mat-ilda
where did you go, matilda? Oh Mat-ilda

Oh Matilda, how/I yearn your smile

Discography

Gin'll Fix It - 5 Track Demo
Filthy Dog Digital Single November 8st 2010
Self Titled Debut Album November 22h 2010
Santa Maria Digital Single TBA

Set List

Juda Ballerina
Russian Bride
Death Do Us Part
Italian Nightmare
Mathilda
Santa Maria
Va Fan Culo
Up to Me
Filthy Dog
666
Alabama Czardas

sets averge from 40-60 minutes