Whiskey Island Ramblers

Whiskey Island Ramblers

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The Whiskey Island Ramblers' music draws on Celtic and American roots, and they don't have to look far for inspiration - local characters and events provide much of the humor, dirt and drama needed for great songs in the style of bands like the Saw Doctors, The Pogues and Flogging Molly.

Biography

The principal songwriters, Joe and Ed Feighan, write about growing up Irish in America. Whiskey Island is at the mouth of the Cuyahoga River in Cleveland, Ohio, where their Irish ancestors arrived as immigrants from the famine and just in time for the industrial revolution. The Feighan Brothers have been performing Traditional Irish Music since high school. After years of honing their skills, the duo formed the Whiskey Island Ramblers as a Celtic Rock vehicle for their favorite traditional songs and their original material. Most of their own songs are about real people and real events. Occasionally they venture into the Irish Twilight Zone where ghosts, sprites, wraiths and the like dwell. Cops, bus drivers, chimney sweeps, bartenders, gabbers, hot dog vendors, sailors, judges, mayors, parents, drinking buddies, girlfriends, lawyers, bumbling bureaucrats and musicians who drive around in junked up cars make their apearance on Whiskey Island and the surrounding industrial landscape. The Whiskey Island Ramblers illuminate these characters in song keeping in stride with the legacy of their storytelling ancestors who arrived on Whiskey Island nearly one hundred and fifty years ago.

Lyrics

Living the Life Of Reilly

Written By: Joe and Ed Feighan

Verse 1:
I like to go out every night until the early morning;
Then I'll stay in bed all day 'til afternoon I'm snoring;
Then my Dad'll come in and he'll give me out a warning:
You can't go on here Livin' the Life o' Reilly!
Chorus:
Livin' the Life o' Reilly
Livin' the LIfe o' Reilly
Smokin' and drinkin' on a spree
Home at the crack o' dawn,
Livin' the Life o' Reilly
Livin' the Life o' Reilly
One of these days you're gonna come home and Reilly's gonna be gone!
Verse 2:
Me and all my friends - we go smokin' and go drinkin';
We always have a lot of fun - we're hardly ever thinkin'
That we gotta get a job - gotta get an education
That's alright, we're Livin' the Life o' Reilly.
- Chorus
Verse 3:
My Dad would always tell me all about a guy named Reilly -
He used to have a lot of fun over there in Ireland:
Kissing lasses on the run
Always he was smilin'
Just like him I'm Livin' the Life o' Reilly.
-Chorus
Verse 4:
One night on a spree we were all merrily drinkin';
Home at the crack o' dawn all the birdies started singin';
Scattered across the lawn we're all my worldly things and no longer I'll be Livin' the Life o' Reilly!
- Chorus
- Out

Brendan the Navigator

Written By: Joe and Ed Feighan

VERSE 1
Brendan got a boat and he sailed for America
Ten men went along for to help him bear the light
Summoned by a song, Brendan sailed over there and saw
Fire in the mountains and angels in the night

So far from home they huddled in their little boat
And followed the sun across the ocean wide

Until, at last, they stood on the shores of the Promised Land
Beholding wild America in the early morning light…

VERSE 2
Brendan got a ship and he sailed for Andromeda
Faster than the ray of a beacon he did fly.
Summoned by a song, Brendan sailed over there and saw
Forty million new worlds - each one of them alive

Wondrous and strange were the creatures he befriended there
Who asked him to stay, but he knew he had to fly

Until at last they came to the middle of the galaxy
To rescue Sweet Andromeda from gravity and time.

VERSE 3
Brendan set a course for the center of the Universe
To find, alas, the source of gravity and time.
Summoned by a song, Brendan sailed over there and saw
The very brightest star that would neither burn nor blind

Tender and warm were the feelings that invited him
To enter a door opening above

Until at last he stood in his cottage by the fireside -
Don your boots and tell the world: The Navigator's home!

VERSE 4
Brendan! Sailing o, Sailing o, Sailing over
Brendan! Sailing over the ocean deep and wide…
Brendan! Sailing o, Sailing o, Sailing over
Brendan! Sailing over the ocean deep and wide

Hittin' On The Hot Dog Girl

Written By: Joe and Ed Feighan

CHORUS
Hittin' on the Hot Dog Girl; Hittin' on the Hot Dog Girl…
Hittin' on the Hot Dog Girl down at Third and Vine…

VERSE 1
I really like this vendor; Think I'm gonna send her -
Twenty dozen flowers - Every other hour
She knows that I adore her - Standing on the corner
Filling every order - I'll take twenty more, I'm

CHORUS
Hittin' on the Hot Dog Girl; Hittin' on the Hot Dog Girl…
Hittin' on the Hot Dog Girl down at Third and Vine…

VERSE 2
Don't want no baloney; Don't want no salami
Feelin' kind of lonely; Tell me that you love me
What you wanna sell me? Peanut butter jelly?
Make it nice & smelly; Spread it on my belly…

CHORUS
Hittin' on the Hot Dog Girl; Hittin' on the Hot Dog Girl…
Hittin' on the Hot Dog Girl down at Third and Vine…

BRIDGE
What do I have to do to prove my love for her?
No gyros anymore; I'll swear off hamburgers…

The Whiskey Island Ramblers

Written By: Joe and Ed Feighan

CHORUS
We're the Whiskey Island Ramblers
We play for thieves and gamblers
For vagrants and panhandlers
We're the Whiskey Island Ramblers.
VERSE 1
We live on Whiskey Island
In rundown shacks you'll find them
By the side of the road you'll find 'em
But the cops don't seem to mind 'em
So we live on Whiskey Island
VERSE 2
We play our old guitars in rundown smelly bars
And we know we'll never be stars
And we ride around in junked-up cars
And we play our old guitars
CHORUS
BRIDGE
We drink 'til we're drunk every night of the week
And we sleep in our beds all day
We don't go to work 'cause we sponge off people
That's how we make our pay
And we sleep in our beds all day
VERSE 3
We never pay our taxes
And we don't need phones or faxes
We just carry 'round our axes
And we play from Maine to Texas
And we never pay our taxes.
VERSE 4
We really don't know nothin'
'Cause our heads are full of stuffin'
On our pipes we will be puffin'
And you know that we're not bluffin'
And we really don't know nothin'
CHORUS
VERSE 5
We love the Ireland Nation
But we got no education
So in life it is our station
To bring about elation
Through the songs of the Ireland Nation
BRIDGE
VERSE 6
Now don't feel sorry for us
There's fans that do adore us
And others that abhor us
So just sing another chorus
And don't feel sorry for us
LAST CHORUS
We're the Whiskey Island Ramblers
We play for thieves and gamblers
And we don't know no snake handlers
We're the Whiskey Island Ramblers.
We're the Whiskey Island Ramblers.

The Curse of Gab

Written By: Joe and Ed Feighan

CHORUS
They say he’s got the gift of gab;
He’s really got the curse of gab;
In time you’ll find your ears he’ll grab
And never let ‘em go.

VERSE 1
The gift of gab is never-ending;
Soon you’ll find your ears are bending
Folded by the corners to a tiny little purse;
The only coin you’ll find in there
Is tarnished by the time and ware
That goes into enduring every syllable and verse.

VERSE 2
I only wish it wasn’t so;
I guess he really doesn’t know
How hard it is to listen when you’re totally immersed;
His revelry's a river running
Out of all the ruptured plumbing;
Somewhere in his mind a giant pipe of language burst.

VERSE 3
Isn’t he opinionated?
It would be a sin to take a
Contrary position to the wisdom he’ll disperse;
The only thing that you can do
Is subtly change the subject to
Another line of malarkey in a Gabby Universe.

Desert Rain

Written By: Joe Feighan

DESERT RAIN
Words and Music by Joe Feighan
Copyright 2006 ©

I get lost in a dream of water
I’m swimming after you
Then I wake up and I remember
I’m drifting on the dunes

I know there is no sanctuary
No mercy for the fool
No oasis – no well in shelter
I search the earth in vain

For the Desert Rain to come
For rivers yet to run

No dragonflies, no green-eyed lizards
I’ve left them all behind
No arid rose to bloom and whither
My only hope remains

In the Desert Rain to Come
In rivers yet to run

Lightning strikes over the horizon
And the wind turns her tail on us
The pressure drops while the heat keeps rising
Against the end we strain

And the Desert Rain comes pouring down
Rivers running over ground
You and I are glory bound
In the sweet Desert Rain

Let the sun reassume dominion
Witnessing our rapture
Let the wind prophesize our union
We’ll meet again someday

When the Desert Rain comes pouring down
Rivers running over ground
You and I’ll be glory bound
In the sweet Desert Rain

Discography

EP: Live At Market Square (June 18th, 2005 - streaming from website)
Single: The Ballad of Tommy Coyne
Single: High on Mary Jane (parody on former Cleveland Mayor Jane Campbell)

Set List

Original Songs:
Brendan the Navigator
A Sailor and a Rose
Living the Life of Reilly
The Curse of Gab
Midnight Girl
The Whiskey Island Ramblers
Get to the Back of the Bus
Kerosel of Stardust
Here, In the Light
How Well Do You Wrinkle?
Ill Be With Ye
Show Me the Way to Ireland
I'm Going to Ireland
Hitting on the Hot Dog Girl
Gentle Giant
Rising of the Sun
The Ballad of Tommy Coyne
Seamus O'Reilly
Erindale
Firebird
Stay the Night
Damn Those Boys
The Curse of Gab
Stichcomb Hill
The Day I Flipped My Truck
Dream Train
Desert Rain

Traditional Songs:
Off to Dublin
Rising of the Moon
Roddy McCorley
Jug of Punch
Whiskey Your the Devil
Whiskey in the Jar
Moonshiner
Fields of Athenry
Black Velvet Band
Brennan on the Moore
Clancy Lowered the Boom
Whistling Gypsy Rover
I'll Tell Me Ma
Wild Colonial Boy
The Minstrel Boy
Dick Darbey
Johnny McEldoo
Four Green Fields
Tim Finnigan's Wake
Johnny We Hardly Knew Ye
Jolly Tinker
Leaving of Liverpool
Lord o