Quart of Gin
The Prodigals Lyrics


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See the raindrops start to fall, the man with outstretched hand
See your dreams unravelling and nothing goes as planned
Cabs go by and you heave a sigh as you dream of a girl long gone
And all you see's a cup of tea when the whole long day is done.
Cheer up, chin up, dry up your tears and stick your head in sand
Walk away and talk away for what's to understand
The house is cold and the roof is old, the roof might well give in
But we don't give a damn we've a slice of ham and a quart of cork dry gin.

Dry your eye when you start to cry
Lie down upon the settee
Light up your fag and you take a drag
And you sit and watch the TV.
Watch the sinners and the saints,
and the saints who fall in sin,
For the heart that breaks and the thousand aches
There's a quart of cork dry gin.

There's a ghost beside my window, there's a ghost beside my bed
What I leave behind stays in my mind with the ghosts inside my head
I lift my load, look down the road, and ahead, behind's the same
When I start to run I've just begun to go the way I came.
At half-past-four they bar the door and the pub it empties fast.
I'd rather stay than walk away to the shadows of the past.
I hear their song and it's loud and strong, but I know when they begin
That their serenade will quickly fade with a quart of cork dry gin.

(chorus)

Willy was a little wild and he shot his neighbors dead
The lad was bad, but the judge was sad
and he wept as he shook his head
"My boy," says he, "there's clemency for many a venial sin
But if this is true I sentence you to dine with the cherebim."
"Well then, alas, it comes to pass that I must take my rest
Lay me down into the ground with a bottle on me chest.




I'd like a tune sung 'neath the moon by a maiden sweet and thin
And by my head when I am dead pour a quart of cork dry gin."

Overall Meaning

The Prodigals' song Quart of Gin tells the story of a man who is struggling with life's hardships and seeks solace in alcohol. The lyrics describe the hopelessness he feels as he watches his dreams fall apart, and the only escape he can find is through drinking heavily. The man sees the world as a bleak and hostile place, and the only thing he looks forward to at the end of the day is a drink of gin. The lyrics suggest that he is aware of the dangers of his drinking but cannot bring himself to stop.


The chorus of the song is a call to cheer up and ignore the problems of the world. The singer encourages the listener to dry their tears and stick their head in the sand, implying that ignorance is bliss. The lyrics suggest that the house is falling apart and the future is uncertain, but the singer is indifferent to it all because they have a quart of gin. The chorus reiterates the idea that the world is a cruel place and drinking is the only solace.


The verses of the song describe the man's struggles and his descent into alcoholism. The lyrics are poignant and vivid, depicting a hopeless situation with a measure of empathy. The song's melody and instrumentation are upbeat, creating a stark contrast with the gloomy lyrics. The Prodigals deliver a powerful message with Quart of Gin, highlighting the dangers of alcoholism and the difficulties of life.


Line by Line Meaning

See the raindrops start to fall, the man with outstretched hand
Observing the rain pouring down, a man begging for alms


See your dreams unravelling and nothing goes as planned
Your aspirations collapsing unanticipatedly


Cabs go by and you heave a sigh as you dream of a girl long gone
As taxis pass, you emit a sigh reminiscing about a former lover


And all you see's a cup of tea when the whole long day is done.
After a tiring day, you desire nothing but a hot cup of tea


Cheer up, chin up, dry up your tears and stick your head in sand
Stay optimistic, conceal your emotions, and ignore the reality


Walk away and talk away for what's to understand
Avoid the issue and engage in meaningless conversations


The house is cold and the roof is old, the roof might well give in
The house is frigid, and the roof's age suggests it may give way


But we don't give a damn we've a slice of ham and a quart of cork dry gin.
We don't care; we have sustenance and alcohol


Dry your eye when you start to cry
Don't shed a tear when you become emotional


Lie down upon the settee
Recline on the couch


Light up your fag and you take a drag
Smoke a cigarette and inhale deeply


And you sit and watch the TV.
And you silently stare at the television


Watch the sinners and the saints, and the saints who fall in sin,
Observe the wrongdoers, the virtuous, and the morally upright who transgress


For the heart that breaks and the thousand aches
For the shattered heart and numerous discomforts


There's a quart of cork dry gin.
There's a bottle of gin to ease your pain


There's a ghost beside my window, there's a ghost beside my bed
Phantoms haunt my room, and spirits haunt my bed


What I leave behind stays in my mind with the ghosts inside my head
What I abandon persists in my thoughts, along with my inner demons


I lift my load, look down the road, and ahead, behind's the same
I shoulder my burden, survey the path, and it appears the same in both directions


When I start to run I've just begun to go the way I came.
As I commence running, I effectively head back in the same direction


At half-past-four they bar the door and the pub it empties fast.
At precisely 4:30, the pub closes, and patrons quickly vacate


I'd rather stay than walk away to the shadows of the past.
I prefer to linger than depart for the memories of bygone days


I hear their song and it's loud and strong, but I know when they begin
I hear their melody, and it's vivid and resonant, but I'm aware when it starts


That their serenade will quickly fade with a quart of cork dry gin.
That their tune will soon fade away after drinking alcohol


Willy was a little wild and he shot his neighbors dead
Willy was a bit reckless and murdered his neighbors


The lad was bad, but the judge was sad and he wept as he shook his head
The boy was wicked, and the judge was sorrowful, shedding tears and shaking his head


"My boy," says he, "there's clemency for many a venial sin
The judge proclaims, "Son, forgiveness is possible for most minor offenses


But if this is true I sentence you to dine with the cherebim."
But if this crime is accurate, I sentence you to dine with angels


"Well then, alas, it comes to pass that I must take my rest
"Well then, unfortunately, it's time for me to depart


Lay me down into the ground with a bottle on me chest.
Bury me with a bottle resting on my chest


I'd like a tune sung 'neath the moon by a maiden sweet and thin
I want a melody serenaded beneath the moon by a slender, charming lady


And by my head when I am dead pour a quart of cork dry gin.
And when I'm lifeless, pour a bottle of gin next to my head




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