The Glory of Beer
THE MINNESOTA BEER SONG [List of Breweries and Beers]
LET THE RIVER RUN
Coming to the edge, running on the water,
Let the river run, let all the dreamers
wake the nation.
Come, the new Jerusalem.
Silver cities rise; the morning lights
the streets that meet them.
And sirens call them on with a song.
WATER FOUNTAIN
No water in the water fountain
No side on the sidewalk
If you say Old Molly Hare, whatcha doin' there?
Nothing much to do when you're going nowhere
Woohaw!
Woohaw!
Gotcha
We're gonna get the water from your house (your house)
No water in the water fountain
No wood in the woodstock
And you say old Molly Hare
Whatcha doin' there?
Nothing much to do when you're going nowhere
Nothing feels like dying like the drying of my skin and lawn
Why do we just sit here while they watch us wither til we're gone?
I can't seem to feel it
I can't seem to feel it
I can't seem to feel I'll kneel
I'll kneel I'll kneel the cold steel
You will ride the whip
You'll ride the crack
No use in fighting back
You'll sledge the hammer if there's no one else to take the flak
I can't seem to feel it
I can't seem to find it
Your fist clenched my neck
We're neck and neck and neck...
No water in the water fountain
No phone in the phone booth
And you say old Molly Hare
Whatcha doin' there
Jump back, jump back Daddy shot a bear
I saved up all my pennies and I gave them to this special guy
When he had enough of them he bought himself a cherry pie
He gave me a dollar
A blood-soaked dollar
I cannot get the spot out but
It's okay it still works in the store
Greasy man come and dig my well
Life without your water is a burning hell
Serve me up with your home-grown rice
Anything make me look nice
Se pou zanmi mwen, se pou zanmi mwen
And the two-pound chicken tastes better with friends
A two-pound chicken tastes better with two
And I know where to find you so
Listen to the words I said
Let it sink into your head
A vertigo round-and-round-and-round
Now I'm in your bed
How did I get ahead?
Thread your fingers through my hair
Fingers through my hair
Give me a dress
Give me a press
I give a thing a caress
Would-ja, would-ja, would-ja
Listen to the words I say!
Sound like a floral bouquet
A lyrical round-and-roundandroundandround
Okay
Take a picture it'll last all day, hey
Your fingers through my hair
Do it 'til you disappear
Gimme your head
No water in the water fountain
Floral bouquet
A lyrical round-and-roundandroundandround
No side on the sidewalk
Take a picture it'll last all day, hey
And you say old Molly Hare, Hare
Nothing much to do when you're going nowhere
Woohaw!
Woohaw!
We're gonna get the water from your house, your house
We're gonna get the water from your house, your house
We're gonna get the water from your house, your house
We're gonna get the water from your house, your house
FIELDS OF GOLD:
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold.
So she took her love
For to gaze a while
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold.
Will you stay with me?
Will you be my love?
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold.
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold.
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold.
OLVEN KUNNIA
Text by Aleksis Kivi. Sung in Finnish.
[Partial Translation by Keith Bosley]
Hail, brown barley juice
Hail strong foaming cheer!
Let it all go down
So long as it's beer.
THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY
I sat within a valley green,
I sat me with my true love,
My sad heart strove to choose between
the old love and the new love.
The old for her, the new that made
me think on Ireland dearly!
While soft the wind blew down the glade,
and shook the golden barley.
'Twas hard the woeful words to frame
to break the ties that bound us,
But harder still to bear the shame
of foreign chains around us.
And so he said: "The mountain glen
I'll seek at mornin' early!
And join the bold United Men,
while soft winds shake the barley."
While sad he kissed away her tears
His fond arms 'round her flinging.
The foeman's shot burst on our ears
From out the wildwood ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early,
and on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.
But blood for blood without remorse
I've tak'n at Oulart Hollow
And I laid my true love's
clay cold corpse where I full soon may follow.
As 'round her grave I wander drear
Noon, night and mornin' early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The Wind that shakes the barley.
PURPLE-STAINÉD MOUTH
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
- John Keats from "Ode to a Nightingale"
BITTER TASTE
The bitter taste on my tongue
Too many holes, the damage done
It's bittersweet, black on gold
Talk is cheap, or so I'm told
I'm gonna ride this bike to the edge of town
Roll to the bridge with my eyes shut
And spit at the stars
And scream in the dark
There's nothing I can do to change it now
But if I cut myself open, baby
You can read all my scars
Read all my scars
Hello, goodbye
There's a million ways to die
Should've left me way back
Should've left me way back
By the roadside
Hello, goodbye
I was staring in the devil's eyes
Should've left me way back
Should've left me way back
By the roadside
It's a bitter taste
Jagged stain on my skin
Broken leg, born again
Wide glide, upside down
Twisted frame, my new crown
I'm gonna ride this bike till the break of day
Rolling through the garden like the fountain
Won't take it away
I'm not gonna change
I'm gonna live so hard, these broken wings
Will lift me to the sun so I can burn
Up in the flames
Again and again
Hello, goodbye
There's a million ways to die
Should've left me way back
Should've left me way back
By the roadside
Hello, goodbye
I was staring in the devil's eyes
Should've left me way back
Should've left me way back
By the roadside
RONDES
No Text
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
THE MINNESOTA BEER SONG [List of Breweries and Beers]
- Drastic Measures
- Day Block
- Bad Weather
- Modist
- Disgruntled
- Angry Hog
- Lost
- Sanity
- Revelation
- Imminent
- Life's Too Short
- Live the Dream
- Insight
- Hop and Barrel
- Nouvelle
- Fat Pants
- Pryes
- La Doña
- Sisyphus
- Foremost Brewing
- Ineffable
- Thesis
- Invictus
- Excelsior
- Barrel Theory
- Inbound
- Voyageurs
- Rendevous
- Snarky Loons
- Foragers
- Wild Mind
- Surly
- MetroNome
- Gambit
- Cuyuna
- Club Credentials
- URBAN GROWLER
- "Plow to Pint."
- De-Lovely
- Tornado Drill
- Cowbell Cream
- Bemidji
- Birch's on the Lake
- Fair State
- Portage
- Bent Paddle
- Schell
- Northbound
- Nordic
- Revel
- Castle Danger
- Dangerous Man
- Bad Habits
LET THE RIVER RUN
Coming to the edge, running on the water,
Let the river run, let all the dreamers
wake the nation.
Come, the new Jerusalem.
Silver cities rise; the morning lights
the streets that meet them.
And sirens call them on with a song.
WATER FOUNTAIN
No water in the water fountain
No side on the sidewalk
If you say Old Molly Hare, whatcha doin' there?
Nothing much to do when you're going nowhere
Woohaw!
Woohaw!
Gotcha
We're gonna get the water from your house (your house)
No water in the water fountain
No wood in the woodstock
And you say old Molly Hare
Whatcha doin' there?
Nothing much to do when you're going nowhere
Nothing feels like dying like the drying of my skin and lawn
Why do we just sit here while they watch us wither til we're gone?
I can't seem to feel it
I can't seem to feel it
I can't seem to feel I'll kneel
I'll kneel I'll kneel the cold steel
You will ride the whip
You'll ride the crack
No use in fighting back
You'll sledge the hammer if there's no one else to take the flak
I can't seem to feel it
I can't seem to find it
Your fist clenched my neck
We're neck and neck and neck...
No water in the water fountain
No phone in the phone booth
And you say old Molly Hare
Whatcha doin' there
Jump back, jump back Daddy shot a bear
I saved up all my pennies and I gave them to this special guy
When he had enough of them he bought himself a cherry pie
He gave me a dollar
A blood-soaked dollar
I cannot get the spot out but
It's okay it still works in the store
Greasy man come and dig my well
Life without your water is a burning hell
Serve me up with your home-grown rice
Anything make me look nice
Se pou zanmi mwen, se pou zanmi mwen
And the two-pound chicken tastes better with friends
A two-pound chicken tastes better with two
And I know where to find you so
Listen to the words I said
Let it sink into your head
A vertigo round-and-round-and-round
Now I'm in your bed
How did I get ahead?
Thread your fingers through my hair
Fingers through my hair
Give me a dress
Give me a press
I give a thing a caress
Would-ja, would-ja, would-ja
Listen to the words I say!
Sound like a floral bouquet
A lyrical round-and-roundandroundandround
Okay
Take a picture it'll last all day, hey
Your fingers through my hair
Do it 'til you disappear
Gimme your head
No water in the water fountain
Floral bouquet
A lyrical round-and-roundandroundandround
No side on the sidewalk
Take a picture it'll last all day, hey
And you say old Molly Hare, Hare
Nothing much to do when you're going nowhere
Woohaw!
Woohaw!
We're gonna get the water from your house, your house
We're gonna get the water from your house, your house
We're gonna get the water from your house, your house
We're gonna get the water from your house, your house
FIELDS OF GOLD:
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold.
So she took her love
For to gaze a while
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold.
Will you stay with me?
Will you be my love?
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold.
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold.
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold.
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold.
OLVEN KUNNIA
Text by Aleksis Kivi. Sung in Finnish.
[Partial Translation by Keith Bosley]
Hail, brown barley juice
Hail strong foaming cheer!
Let it all go down
So long as it's beer.
THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY
I sat within a valley green,
I sat me with my true love,
My sad heart strove to choose between
the old love and the new love.
The old for her, the new that made
me think on Ireland dearly!
While soft the wind blew down the glade,
and shook the golden barley.
'Twas hard the woeful words to frame
to break the ties that bound us,
But harder still to bear the shame
of foreign chains around us.
And so he said: "The mountain glen
I'll seek at mornin' early!
And join the bold United Men,
while soft winds shake the barley."
While sad he kissed away her tears
His fond arms 'round her flinging.
The foeman's shot burst on our ears
From out the wildwood ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early,
and on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.
But blood for blood without remorse
I've tak'n at Oulart Hollow
And I laid my true love's
clay cold corpse where I full soon may follow.
As 'round her grave I wander drear
Noon, night and mornin' early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The Wind that shakes the barley.
PURPLE-STAINÉD MOUTH
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
- John Keats from "Ode to a Nightingale"
BITTER TASTE
The bitter taste on my tongue
Too many holes, the damage done
It's bittersweet, black on gold
Talk is cheap, or so I'm told
I'm gonna ride this bike to the edge of town
Roll to the bridge with my eyes shut
And spit at the stars
And scream in the dark
There's nothing I can do to change it now
But if I cut myself open, baby
You can read all my scars
Read all my scars
Hello, goodbye
There's a million ways to die
Should've left me way back
Should've left me way back
By the roadside
Hello, goodbye
I was staring in the devil's eyes
Should've left me way back
Should've left me way back
By the roadside
It's a bitter taste
Jagged stain on my skin
Broken leg, born again
Wide glide, upside down
Twisted frame, my new crown
I'm gonna ride this bike till the break of day
Rolling through the garden like the fountain
Won't take it away
I'm not gonna change
I'm gonna live so hard, these broken wings
Will lift me to the sun so I can burn
Up in the flames
Again and again
Hello, goodbye
There's a million ways to die
Should've left me way back
Should've left me way back
By the roadside
Hello, goodbye
I was staring in the devil's eyes
Should've left me way back
Should've left me way back
By the roadside
RONDES
No Text
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
- St. Philip the Deacon Lutheran Church (Plymouth, MN)
- Brian De Young
- Jason Hetelle
- Rodolfo Nieto
- Kate Vishneski
- Jamie Marshall
- Emma Plehal
- Bea Rendón
- Ian Cook
