#Philip Lynott

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Philip Parris Lynott, one of the greatest rockers that ever lived would’ve been 75 years old today. Put Irish rock music on the map. RIP & Happy Birthday!

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Philip Lynot was born on this day, August 20th, in 1949. He is best known as lead singer and bassist for Thin Lizzy.

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Thursday, March 9: Thin Lizzy, “The Holy War” [ENCORE]

The Today’s Metal Tune tumblr launched March 3, 2014.  To celebrate 9 years of METAL, this week we are revisiting some past favorites, showcasing memorable deep cuts from legendary and semi-legendary acts. A huge THANK YOU to everyone who’s followed, liked, reblogged and commented over the years, there is still a lot more metal to come…

R.I.P. Philip Lynott (1949-1986)

“The Holy War” was the sweeping and majestic epic on Thin Lizzy’s Thunder and Lightning, even though it was relatively brisk at 5 minutes.  Lizzy’s 1983 swansong was considered their most overtly metallic album, and not unfairly so: “Cold Sweat” was easily the heaviest thing they ever recorded.  “The Holy War” was not quite as metallic, but it married Phil Lynott’s masterful songwriting with the band’s newfound aggression- over a throbbing pulse was a classic Lizzy riff stacked with both harmony and might, while John Sykes let rip one of his trademark awesome solos.  Throughout it all, the swagger and class that made Thin Lizzy one of the greatest hard rock bands of all time remained in full force. Even as the band was nearing the end, even as the drugs and exhaustion had long since taken over, and even as most of the world had given up on them, Phil Lynott and Thin Lizzy still had some life left, and could still take on all comers, and “The Holy War” was a rousing final statement of intent.

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" I tasted freedom and I really liked it "

Philo would be 75 today ... let that sink in

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Phil Lynott performing

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The first of the two “Vibe For Philo” concerts that I attended in Dublin, January 1997.

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Nancy and Sid

Photo shoot of Sid and Nancy at Phil Lynott's house, Cricklewood, North London, summer 1978.

"When I shared a house with Phil Lynott from Thin Lizzy there were often musicians around, that veritable duo Cook and Jones from the Sex Pistols were frequent visitors. Sid and Nancy came over with them a couple of times, they did not behave like they did in public, they were well behaved and polite, they loved watching black and white Elvis Presley movies on Philip's video recorder, which was a rarity back then. Some nights we would go to bed whilst they were still watching the TV, I would go downstairs in the morning and they would be gone but the living room would be clean and tidy, they had even emptied the ashtrays, not exactly what you would expect them to do. They were always respectful to Philip although Sid was not really interested in getting tips from him on bass playing, one night I asked them to pose for pictures in our bathroom, they duly obliged and the photo appeared on the front page of the NME." - Melky Davis

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PHILIP LYNOTT ‼️

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Late 1970s - Freddie Mercury and Phil Lynott, Thin Lizzy band

- Philip Parris Lynott ( 20 August 1949 - 4 January 1986) was an Irish musician and songwriter. His group was Thin Lizzy: founding member, principal songwriter, lead vocalist and bassist -

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Philip Lynott ‎– "The Lost Recordings" 10/08/2006

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Philip Parris Lynott

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚢, 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙹𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚃𝚅 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟸

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Release: February 1, 1999

Lyrics:

As I was goin' over

The Cork and Kerry Mountains

I saw Captain Farrell

And his money, he was countin'

I first produced my pistol

And then produced my rapier

I said, "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"

I took all of his money

And it was a pretty penny

I took all of his money,

Yeah, and I brought it home to Molly

She swore that she loved me,

No, never would she leave me

But the devil take that woman,

Yeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Whack for my daddy, oh

Whack for my daddy, oh

There's whiskey in the jar, oh

Being drunk and weary

I went to Molly's chamber

Takin' Molly with me

But I never knew the danger

For about six or maybe seven,

Yeah, in walked Captain Farrell

I jumped up, fired my pistols

And I shot him with both barrels

Yeah, musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, ha, yeah

Whack for my daddy, oh

Whack for my daddy, oh

There's whiskey in the jar, oh

Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey

Oh, oh, yeah

Oh, oh, yeah

Now some men like a fishin'

But some men like the fowlin'

Some men like to hear,

To hear the cannonball roarin'

Me, I like sleepin',

'Specially in my Molly's chamber

But here I am in prison,

Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, heh, heh

Whack for my daddy, oh

Whack for my daddy, oh

There's whiskey in the jar, oh, yeah

Whiskey in the jar, oh

Songwriter:

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, hey

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, yeah

Traditional, Brian Michael Downey, Eric Bell, Philip Parris Lynott

SongFact:

In the first person, the song tells the story of a robber who makes good loot by attacking a (British) officer in the mountains, but who is subsequently betrayed and arrested by a woman with whom he has a love affair. The location of the events is the south-west of Ireland, with place names including Cork, Kerry, Kilkenny and Killarney. There are a total of seven stanzas, but only a few variants can be heard in full. An example of this is Gilgarra Mountain by Peter, Paul and Mary, released on their 1965 album A Song Will Rise. Otherwise, stanzas are omitted or combined in terms of content. There is an almost incalculable number of variants with different texts or names.

After each verse, a chorus is sung that mentions the Irish whiskey that gave it its name. In older versions, this is in a carboy or a bar instead of in a jug.

The original song is believed to originally date from the 17th or 18th century. The author is unknown.