Same S#​!​t Different Day

by Jimmy George

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Looking for some Celtic/Irish drinking songs for St. Patrick's Day? Look no further!

This is a compilation of "greatest hits" from our albums "Hotel Motel" and "A Month of Sundays", with a few live and bonus tracks thrown in for good measure.

If you like Mumford and Sons, Modest Mouse, The Pogues, Spirit of the West, Great Big Sea, you'll enjoy these tunes.

Music supervisors: we own all rights and masters, contact us for licensing.

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released January 1, 2011

Recorded at Sound of One Hand, Ottawa ON

Month of Sundays tracks produced by Bill Stunt
Hotel Motel tracks produced by Marty Jones and the band

Live tracks recorded at The Pit in Ottawa, Canada

All songs by Jimmy George (words & music by names listed below) copyright and registered SOCAN/ASCAP, all rights reserved.

ERIC JEFFREY ALTMAN - DRUMS
JOEL LAWRENCE CARLSON - MANDOLIN
STEPHEN KIRK DONNELLY - BASS
MICHAEL JOHN EADY - FIDDLE
JEFFREY W KERR - BANJO
MICHAEL ROSS LAWSON - ELECTRIC GUITAR
BENJAMIN LUKE TODD - LEAD VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR
MICKEY VALLEE - ACCORDION

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Track Name: Breakfast With St. Swithin (Studio Version)
I had breakfast with St. Swithin he was waiting on a train...
Track Name: Token Celtic Drinking Song (One Stiff Whiskey)
Token Celtic Drinking Song (One Stiff Whiskey)
Words & music Altman/Carlson/Donnelly/Eady/Kerr/Lawson/Todd/Valle - all rights reserved, registered SOCAN/ASCAP

Lyrics:

As I walked over by the rare old side
Saw an army of read-skins dressed in white
You're feeling foreign it's your dying right
One stiff whiskey you can drink whatever you like

You live bored or kinda you're nowhere
We all do our best to pretend you don't care
Feelin' foreign and it's your dyin' right
One stiff whiskey, you can drink whatever you like

It's alright

Disquieting dreams in the middle of the night,
You toss your head, man, you know it's not right
You're feelin' foreign, it's your dyin' right,
One stiff whiskey, you can drink whatever you like.

Some is bored, some is poor,
Some is bored about being poor
Only the best shirt that I adore,
We don't need no black shirts that's for sure

Moving forward like a special bard,
Says "o.k. boys let's see your union cards"
Feelin' foreign it's my dyin' right
One stiff whiskey, I can drink whatever you like

It's alright, yeah, I can drink whatever I like.
Track Name: One Convention
Hey I'm kinda drunk with this
Does it seem clear to you?
I've been planning to mock your image
Just to see what you would do

Kind of makes me nervous
The way you smile that flagrant smile
We've been here for a long long while
We're just beginning to catch the style

I'd settle on one convention
Or two....

You've got no idea
What I've been going through
You've got no idea
The kinda shit we've been going through

Yeah I'm spent on LSD
And the cops are after me
It's just a simple little metaphor I use to describe
What's so frequently coming true

We're all waiting for the kiss of redemption
It just hasn't happened yet
We're all waiting for one good kick
That's the point of no regret

(Repeat chorus)
Track Name: My Final Days With You
Engaging conversation
Bit of light for you and i
A bucket of concentration
And a poke in the evil eye
A word to all the patron saints near and far away
Late night cards and best regards
The parting of the day

Well bring an extra pack boys it's the party of the year
The skies are all laid open and the sun is wild and clear
The working day has ended and no one's short of cash
I hope we make it 'til the night time's through
I hope I spend my final days with you

(Accordion break)

Outside on the fire escape the sun is going down
Paper matches fill the air and devils whirl around
The rushes bend and bristle, the rose sweet and true
I swear I saw Godiva, her eyes were pale and blue

Well bring an extra pack boys it's the party of the year
The fields have all grown over, the sky is wild and clear
The working day has ended and no one's short of cash
I hope we make it 'til the night time's through
I hope I spend my final days with you

(Mandolin & penny whistle break)

(Repeat first verse)
The rushes bend and bristle, you're the rose that I can see

(Mandolin break)
Track Name: Stillness
There's graffiti on my street
A thousand mean "smash elites"
And though the words are crass
Someone took the time to answer back

"But I don't think the government will ever pass a law
That says it's OK to kill superstars
Just drag them from their cars"

There's a stillness here (repeat 3x)
I know I left it somewhere

There's a nervous front coming in, I feel the brunt
Of its force the way it shakes me from its course
Then in the vacuum we call outer space
Some Russian shakes my hand
And he swears he's seen my face

There's a stillness here (repeat 3x)
I know I left it somewhere

My mind moves best when I'm tired
The conflict starts and I retreat
Even when my cupboard's empty
I still find something to eat

And in our debts we all fall on jealous times
And we relive our abandons to keep us from our crimes
In rehearsal we say all we mean to say
But in the end we embrace, a stranger takes our place

(Instrumental chorus with accordion and fiddle)

There's a stillness here (repeat 3x)
I know I left it somewhere
Track Name: Mickey's Theme (Nothing 2 Do With U)
There's ice on the ground
The snow, soon coming down,
Doesn't matter much
'Cause you're not around

With one conversation the realization
That oil and water don't stay mixed for long

But don't take the credit
Don't take the blame
Don't be proud don't be ashamed
It's your skull I've got to get this through
It's got nothing to do with you

It's out of your hands if it was ever in them
I don't finish things only dare to begin them

But don't be sad it's just the past
I thought I told you it wouldn't last
It's your skull I've got to get this through
It's got nothing to do with you

I'm coming back again
The fish going in for one more swim
If I forget to breathe
Let me sink to the bottom and figure out the mess I'm in

But don't take the credit
Don't take the blame
Don't be proud don't be ashamed
It's your skull I've got to get this through
It's got nothing to do with you

Am I getting through to you?
Track Name: Rock and Roll Thing
Will you be my rock and roll thing
Rinse me down your kitchen sink,
Watch me spiral down your pipes, gurgling

And will you be my plunger
Watch me swish back up
Take me, put me in a cup
Water your plants

So thirsty, so thirsty
So hungry with thirst my rock and roll thing
Aren't you

Will you be my rock and roll thing
Will you be my bundle of twine
I'll make you whine
Watch me turn you upside down
Screaming, steaming
Feeling beefcakes comes to mind
Every time I look at you

So thirsty, so thirsty
So hungry with thirst my rock and roll thing
Aren't you

Aren't you? Are you?
You jerk!

Aren't you? Are you?
You jerk!
Track Name: Another Round
She said her name was Karyn,
That's Karyn with a "Y"
In a bar in Soho on the fourth of July
She came from up north
On leave from the military
The way she came on to me was getting kind of scary

So offered her my chair
But she said she wanted to share
I said I've got someone back home
And that was not why I was there...

Chorus:
Another round for my friends
Though our money's at an end
We're drunk enough to last until tomorrow
Another round for my friends
Though our money's at an end
We'll last until tomorrow
We'll worry about it then

We headed down to Portsmouth, Lee-on-Sollent to be precise
We stayed with some family that treated us all right
Busking in their living room tested all our wits
So we headed to the boardwalk and soon got over it

We thought we'd try our luck
Play and raise a few bucks
Before long we were looking for a pub
Because the busking really sucked

Repeat Chorus

We're heading up to Cambridge
We meet Delle Grimsmo-Powney
Eric Bleakley lies about being a sound-man (just kidding Eric)
Breaking mirrors off of cars and getting stuff stolen
Finding your clothes all floating in the river

And now you're going home (Spike)
With nothing but the shirt on your back
Having one last pint
At the Heathrow airport

Repeat chorus 2x