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I was in a car accident before our expected tour. I guess I'll podcast instead. Songs: "The Night That Paddy Murphy Died" by Marc Gunn from Irish Whiskey Pub Songs "The Vampire Club" by Voltaire from Boo Hoo Notes: Matt Hughe's Trivia Car accident and rental from Capps Rent-a-Car House Concert Tour a InConjunction Elysium with Voltaire, the Machine in the Garden, and Brobdingnagian Bards (music on myspace)   The Night That Paddy Murphy Diedwords and music Johnny Burke (1851-1930), a Newfoundland songwriter Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forgetSome of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gayO'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play And that's how they showed their respect for Paddy MurphyThat's how they showed their honour and their prideThey said it was a sin and a shame and they winked at one anotherNow every drink in the wakehouse went, the night Pat Murphy died Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner, pourin' out her griefWhen Kelly and his friends, came roaring down the streetThey crept into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stoleThey placed the bottle on the corpse to keep the liquor cold At three o'clock in the morning, after emptying the jugDoyle rose up the coffin lid to see poor Paddy's mugHe stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn't tell the timeAnd at a quarter after three, they argued it was nine. And everyone got merry, they didn't care for prayerMrs. Murphy said she'd wait 'til all the gang were thereOf all the sights I've ever seen that made me shiver with fearThey took the ice right off the corpse, and placed it on the beer Now everything was doin' fine, there was no ill at all'Til Finnegan told Callaghan, "You've got an awful gall."I thought that that might start a row, And sure enough it didFor Callaghan had carved his name upon the coffin lid Then the fight got fierce a strong, everyone was inSomeone knocked the whiskers off poor old Darby FlynnAnd Dirty Andy Burke was there, now whadda ya think he done?He placed the corpse right on its head, in the corner just for fun Someone hollered for the cops; they busted down the doorThey jumped upon ol' Paddy's back and they laid him on the floorThey knocked him twice behind the ears and they knocked him on the headWhen they jumped up from his back, sure they found out he was dead Mrs. Murphy started in, battled with them copsShe chased 'em, every one of them; she chased 'em several blocksA lovely time was had by all, eighteen in court were triedFor having caused a riot on the night Pat Murphy died At eight o'clock in the morning, the procession left the houseAnd everyone but poor ol' Mrs. Murphy was out sousedThey stopped on the way to the churchyard at the old Red Door SaloonThey staggered in at nine o'clock and didn't come out 'til noon Someone asked ol' Finnegan if anyone had died"Lou," says he, "I'm not quite sure, I just came for the ride."They started out for the graveyard, all holy and sublime,But found out when they got there, they'd left the corpse behind Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forgetSome of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gayO'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play