*UK/Europe Tour 2015*
Head to www.therumjacks.com for more info.

19.07.2015 PL / Jarocin / Jarocin Festival
20.07.2015 PL / Zielona Gora / 4 Róże dla Lucienne
21.07.2015 DE / Dresden / Chemiefabrik
25.07.2015 FR / Kergrist / Rock Party De Kergrist
27.07.2015 ES / St. Feliu de Guixols / Atzavara Club
28.07.2015 ES / Madrid / Gruta 77
29.07.2015 ES / Barcelona / Rocksound
31.07.2015 FR / Roanne / Dirty Old Pub
01.08.2015 FR / Private Event
05.08.2015 IT / Milan / Villa Tittoni – Paddys La Festa Irlandese
06.08.2015 IT / Missaglia / Biraus Pub
08.08.2015 IT / Montelago / Celtic Festival
09.08.2015 IT / Trontano / Music Festival
13.08.2015 IR /Dublin / The Mezz
14.08.2015 UK / Hampshire / Boomtown Fair
15.08.2015 UK / London / The Garage
16.08.2015 UK / Leicster / Shed
18.08.2015 DE / Karlsruhe / Scruffys
19.08.2015 DE / Hamburg / Hafenklang
20.08.2015 DK / Copenhagen / KB 18
21.08.2015 DE / Wermelskirchen / AJZ Bahndamm
22.08.2015 DE / Düsseldorf / Pitcher
23.08.2015 DE / Kassel / Goldgrube
25.08.2015 DE / Freiburg / Walfisch
26.08.2015 DE / Mannheim / tba.
27.08.2015 DE / Aachen / Wild Rover
28.08.2015 NL / Haarlem / Patronat
29.08.2015 DE / Flensburg / Harfermarkt
30.08.2015 DE / Essen / Südrock
01.09.2015 DE / Berlin / Wild at Heart
02.09.2015 CZ / Prague / Rock Café
03.09.2015 AT / Wien / Arena
04.09.2015 CH / Zürich / Werk 21
05.09.2015 CH / Lenzburg / Wisa-Bar


Sober & Godless is the third release from The Rumjacks album of the same name, due for release in February of 2015.

Purchase on CD or Vinyl here,
[ Ссылка ]

..or via iTunes here,
[ Ссылка ]

A rare tale of sobriety that drives against the grain of whisky-fuelled madness usually depicted in the world of Celtic Punk. A man left to wonder what the hell has become of him without the grog or the good book. Like some other-worldly hero stripped of his powers & condemned to walk among mere mortals.

LYRICS;

I'd sing for you a song if i could carry a tune,
Or even put two words together for a start,
But I'm all at odds y'see, half the bloke I used to be,
A tin man without his famous heart.

I once sported language that could strip the walls o' paint
And draw colour to the cheeks o' toughened crooks,
I'd argue with the scholars 'til their words caught in their collars
And they scurried home to burn their precious books.

Until I ran into a shadow & chased her down the alley
where she had her way with me against a wall,
Laid me with a curse that left me sober & godless,
Saved my life and took away my soul.

I'd bend a ball around defenders, outrun the money lenders,
And played pool like I were fightin bloody war,
And if they fancied me at darts a trail o' broken hearts
Coulda led to me through any boozer door,

One hand would carry tiles, lay concrete pipe for miles,
While the other one was back fillin the trench,
I could dead-lift a barrel, flog the arse aff 'Bumper Farrell'
All before this evil stole away my strength.

I'd struggle; Oh I'm sure if I only had a conscience,
'round Hogmanay or March seventeen,
Surely it’s a sin to be sober & godless
When half the bloody world is wearin' green.

I’d sing a song of old, draw tears from a statue,
And I wasnae one to spare the beast the rod,
Tho’ I still feared the mystic powers of smoke & strong whisky
To lay me low before an angry God.

I'm like a ship without an anchor, no tenderness nor rancor,
doomed never to see heaven nor a hell,
A ragged empty coat blowin' round these mortal streets
until I find a way to lift this spell.
No Love, no hate, no substance, no weight,
A jilted lover in an arsehole of a state!..

свернуть