I normally don't have much of a tolerance for people who sing this song without doing at least a touch of a brogue, but as with so many things Aaron Tveit is an exception.
Robbie: I don't want to stand on the stage with a sword. I went to a pantomim once. I was bored. I'm not a poetical sort of a person like you. When I need a poem, the sreets and the gutters will do. There's Tommy Flanagan who lights the gas lamps- A hundred ninty lamps in Phoenix park alone. He's done it drunk for over fifty-seven years In Dublin! And down on Henry street is Mad John Maher- Old ramblin' Johnny with a face like hammered meat! But Johnny's singin' brings a Dublin man to tears. I don't know The words to tell you how it feels or how to put it in a rhyme, but if you come with me you'll know How the lamps in the park look like god in the dark as they glow on the streets of Dublin The dealers hawkin' and the dockers yellin' the buskers bangin' and the ragmen ringin' bells, and there's Maureen whose door is always open for All Dublin! And Tony Kiely with his racing pigeons. It's like religon how he lives to fly those birds- He swears they travel for a hundred miles or more. I don't know The kind of words that you might say but I can put it my own way, and if you come with me you'll know that thoses birds on the wing are a beautiful thing as they blow through the streets of Dublin And there's music like nothin' you've heard if you know the right jukebox to play! There are glasses to raise in the praise of survivin' the day... Down where Miss Kitty Farrelly is pourin' whiskey and Frankie Donahughe is lighting her cigar. A smokey den where workin' men don't bring the wife... It's the laughter of fellas with stories to tell, men who love to get drunk and raise true feckin' hell! Ah, you come out with me and you'll see what you're missin' in life On the Streets of Dublin On the Streets of Dublin On the Streets of Dublin On the Streets of Dublin
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I normally don't have much of a tolerance for people who sing this song without doing at least a touch of a brogue, but as with so many things Aaron Tveit is an exception.
I agree!
You know brogue means shoe, right? :P
@@gavinsweeney3381 they meant brogue as in irish brogue
There’s a few words and phrases where you can hear it come through ever so slightly...I swoon a bit when that happens 🥰
where does he place those A4s?? those were effortless and on pitch and amazing and I-
He places them in heaven. Because it’s an angelic note.
Man when he curses...why is that so attractive.
Robbie:
I don't want to stand
on the stage with a sword.
I went to a pantomim once.
I was bored.
I'm not a poetical sort of a person like you.
When I need a poem,
the sreets and the gutters will do.
There's Tommy Flanagan who lights the gas lamps-
A hundred ninty lamps in Phoenix park alone.
He's done it drunk for over fifty-seven years
In Dublin!
And down on Henry street is Mad John Maher-
Old ramblin' Johnny with a face like hammered meat!
But Johnny's singin' brings a Dublin man to tears.
I don't know
The words to tell you how it feels
or how to put it in a rhyme,
but if you come with me you'll know
How the lamps in the park
look like god in the dark
as they glow
on the streets of Dublin
The dealers hawkin' and the dockers yellin'
the buskers bangin' and the ragmen ringin' bells,
and there's Maureen whose door is always open for
All Dublin!
And Tony Kiely with his racing pigeons.
It's like religon how he lives to fly those birds-
He swears they travel for a hundred miles or more.
I don't know
The kind of words that you might say
but I can put it my own way,
and if you come with me you'll know
that thoses birds on the wing
are a beautiful thing
as they blow
through the streets of Dublin
And there's music like nothin' you've heard
if you know the right jukebox to play!
There are glasses to raise in the praise
of survivin' the day...
Down where
Miss Kitty Farrelly is pourin' whiskey
and Frankie Donahughe is lighting her cigar.
A smokey den where workin' men don't bring the wife...
It's the laughter of fellas with stories to tell,
men who love to get drunk and raise true feckin' hell!
Ah, you come out with me and you'll see what you're missin' in life
On the Streets of Dublin
On the Streets of Dublin
On the Streets of Dublin
On the Streets of Dublin
And they do travel for a 100 miles or more.
Not bad at all. Can’t compare to the version by Steven Pasquale but a noble effort
Quite agree. It’s good. but
Pasquale and Danieley both do this better.