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stealthmeister -> RE: The sad song game. (9/30/2012 9:51:32 PM)
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Nobody makes sad songs like the Irish. On the show Friends, one year Sam decided to bring in an authentic irish band to drum up business. Cut to Paddy O'Toole in an Isle of Aran sweater singing "Everywhere around us there was death Death DEATH/not a soul was left alive/They all were dead dead dead."
Then the leader announces that they're going to take a break, but when they come back, they're gonna sing a sad song."
The bar is empty. Of course, there wasn't such a morbid song when the show was recorded. Then 9-11-2001 happened.
NOBODY ELSE HAS A SONG LIKE THIS
Well, my grandpa came over the great ocean blue
In search of the freedom that he never knew
But the jobs that were open to his kind, they were few
So he danced 'round with death on the City's fire crew.
My da, he was born here, a ne'erback was he
He said "As a man like my father I'll be,
I'll work with the ladder, the truck and the hose
And bravely face dangers that only a fireman knows
Chorus:
So it's up the long ladder and into the flames
WE seek neither fortune nor glory nor fame
We're New York's Damned BRAVEST a name proven true
We're the sons of old Ireland here servin' in blue.
We were raised just beyond the great skyscrapers' reach
My brothers and I down in Rockaway Beach
Through the warm summer days
And the pub's winter glow
There was more love and music than most folks ever know
For our roots they were strong and we knew that one day
We'd grow up to march the Saint Patrick's Parade
ALongside our heroes, the big men in blue
Our fathers smiled proudly as we strolled Fifth Avenue.
Chorus
We got the damned call
It came over the wire
The planes--they had hit!
And the Towers had caught fire
WE moved into action to save one and all
Our sworn obligation was to answer the call
As we moved through the stairways
The heat and the smell
The smoke and the flames
T'was a sight out of hell
There were young ones, and old ones
Burnt down to the bone
But we just couldn't leave up there all alone
Chorus
Now we called down to base
From way up on Four-Oh
The code had gone out
There were minutes to go
Till the whole bloody building would break open wide
We were able to run, but we stayed by their sides
So we worked with the weak
And we made up some lies
To pacify nerves
While we prayed deep inside
And the ACT OF CONTRITION we said for our lives
AS we asked Him to watch o'er our children and wives.
There are two more verses but I can't keep typing. Look it up: "New York's Damned Bravest."
I win, I think.
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