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Post by greysrigging on Mar 17, 2022 22:34:52 GMT -5
Put up your favourite Irish musicians/singers/songwriters.
Christy Moore
I'm an ordinary man, nothing special nothing grand
I've had to work for everything I own
I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I got
Enough to keep my family and my home
Now they say that times are hard and they've handed me my cards
They say there's not the work to go around
And when the whistle blows, the gates will finally close
Tonight they're going to shut this factory down
Then they'll tear it d-o-w-n
I never missed a day nor went on strike for better pay
For twenty years I served them best I could
Now with a handshake and a cheque it seems so easy to forget
Loyalty through the bad times and through good
The owner says he's sad to see that things have got so bad
But the captains of industry won't let him lose
He still drives a car and smokes his cigar
And still he takes his family on a cruise, he'll never lose
Well it seems to me such a cruel irony
He's richer now then he ever was before
Now my cheque is spent and I can't afford the rent
There's one law for the rich, one for the poor
Every day I've tried to salvage some of my pride
To find some work so's I might pay my way
Oh but everywhere I go, the answer's always no
There's no work for anyone here today, no work today
Break - 1st four lines
And so condemned I stand just an ordinary man
Like thousands beside me in the queue
I watch my darling wife trying to make the best of life
And God knows what the kids are going to do
Now that we are faced with this human waste
A generation cast aside
And as long as I live, I never will forgive
You've stripped me of my dignity and pride, you've stripped me bare
You've stripped me bare, You've stripped me bare
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Post by greysrigging on Mar 17, 2022 23:14:56 GMT -5
The Pogues, 'Dirty Old Town'
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm gonna make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
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Post by greysrigging on Mar 17, 2022 23:26:39 GMT -5
Finbar Fury and Christy Dignam.
Perhaps the most powerfull anti war song ever written.....'Tne Green Fields Of France'.
Oh how do you do, young willy mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i've been walking all day, and im nearly done
and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick
and i hope you died clean
oh willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
and did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
in some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
and though you died back in 1916
to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
or are you a stranger without even a name
forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
the sun shining down on these green fields of france
the warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
the trenches have vanished long under the plow
no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing down
but here in this graveyard that's still no mans land
the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
till' man's blind indifference to his fellow man
and a whole generation were butchered and damned
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
and i can't help but wonder oh willy mcbride
do all those who lie here know why they died
did you really believe them when they told you the cause
did you really believe that this war would end wars
well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
the killing and dying it was all done in vain
oh willy mcbride it all happened again
and again, and again, and again, and again
did they beat the drums slowly
did the play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest.
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Post by greysrigging on Mar 19, 2022 3:32:39 GMT -5
Delores O'Riordan, ( The Cranberries ) what a voice !
Zombie
Lyrics
"Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence, caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me
It's not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Another mother's breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, ay, oh, ya ya"
'Linger' also shows off her amazing vocal range
Lyrics
"If you, if you could return
Don't let it burn
Don't let it fade
I'm sure I'm not being rude
But it's just your attitude
It's tearing me apart
It's ruining every day
I swore, I swore I would be true
And honey so did you
So why were you holding her hand?
Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time?
Was it just a game to you?
But I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
Oh, I thought the world of you
I thought nothing could go wrong
But I was wrong, I was wrong
If you, if you could get by
Trying not to lie
Things wouldn't be so confused
And I wouldn't feel so used
But you always really knew
I just want to be with you
And I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
And I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
You know I'm such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?"
And a Fleetwood Mac cover
'Go Your Own Waý'
Lyrics
"Loving you
Isn't the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel
If I could
Maybe I'd give you my world
How can I
When you won't take it from me
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
Tell me why
Everything turned around
Packing up
Shacking up is all you want to do
If I could
Baby, I'd give you my world
Open up
Everything's waiting for you
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way"
Sadly Delores had a few issues in her later life and drowned in a bath due to alcohol intoxication in 2018. The Bad Wolves did a tribute cover of 'Zombie' in her memory.
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Post by greysrigging on Mar 19, 2022 19:28:18 GMT -5
The things you hear on a Dublin bus... Lyrics TheInevitable 7 years ago Lyrics thank me later lads  Don't take me drugs away I hardly seen through yesterday How the fuck am I supposed to see tomorrow? Monday morning I'm out the door I'm on the 13 of the score And I do hope that I can get some physeptone The Doctor he hands me my scripts Sure I'm out the door fully equipped Drop down to the post office to make a profit Nobody move Don't take my drugs away I hardly seen through yesterday How the fuck am I supposed to see tomorrow Cold turkey doesn't fit No, it makes me feel like fucking shit No drugs to share, or even to borrow... All their friends thinks the life's at ease They don't know, they've HIV We live a life of misery and sorrow Though it is a bleeding shame Sure ya know they'll do the same again And they'll keep on doing this til they reach tomorrow But tomorrow never comes... sure it never does son Don't take me drugs away I hardly seen through yesterday How the fuck am I supposed to see tomorrow |
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Post by greysrigging on Mar 20, 2022 23:06:47 GMT -5
Another edgy 'Pogues' song.
Lyrics
On the first day of March, it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there
And I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on me
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother, wake me early in the morning
At the time, I was working for a landlord
And he was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen
And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
And he was a miserable bollocks and a bitch's bastard's whore
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother, wake me early in the morning
I recall we took care of him one Sunday
We got him out the back and we broke his fucking balls
And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real
But all I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother, wake me early in the morning
But now I've the most charming of verandahs
I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks, the pimps, the whores
Five green bottles sitting on the floor
I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ that I had fifteen more
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother, wake me early in the morning
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
The boys and me are drunk and looking for you
We'll eat your frigging entrails and we won't give a damn
Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam
My brother earned his medals at Mai Lei in Vietnam
And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink
And mother, wake me early in the morning
On the first day of March, it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
Stay on the other side of the road 'cause you can never tell
We've a thirst like a gang of devils, we're the boys of the County Hell
And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink
And mother, wake me early in the morning
And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink
And mother, wake me early in the morning
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Post by greysrigging on Mar 26, 2022 19:04:04 GMT -5
Aussie Celtic artist Ella Roberts and her cover of 'Danny Boy'. Hell of a voice ( and quite attractive as well !
O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so
When winter's come and all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me
But I shall hear though soft you tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
And you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
O Danny boy, the stream flows cool and slowly
And pipes still call and echo 'cross the glen
Your broken mother sighs and feels so lowly
For you have not returned to smile again
So if you've died and crossed the stream before us
We pray that angels met you on the shore
And you'll look down, and gently you'll implore us
To live so we may see your smiling face once more
Once more
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Post by greysrigging on Mar 26, 2022 19:11:59 GMT -5
Some more Ella Roberts
Lyrics
Where the sun shines on Loch Lomond.
Where me and tea tree my true love spent many days
On the banks of Loch Lomond.
Too sad we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep sides of Ben Lomond.
Where the broken heart knows no second spring,
Resigned we must be while we're parting.
You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore you.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Ho, ho mo leannan
Ho mo leannan bhoidheach
Ho mo leannan bhoidheach
Ho mo leannan bhoidheach
Ho mo leannan bhoidheach
Ho mo leannan bhoidheach
Ho mo leannan bhoidheach
Ho mo leannan bhoidheach
Ho mo leannan bhoidheach
You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore you.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore you.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore you.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
On bonnie, bonnie banks
On bonnie, bonnie banks
On bonnie, bonnie banks
On bonnie, bonnie banks
On bonnie, bonnie banks
On bonnie, bonnie banks
On bonnie, bonnie banks
On bonnie, bonnie banks
On bonnie, bonnie banks
Hey, Hey, Hey
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Post by greysrigging on Mar 31, 2022 1:53:52 GMT -5
Lyrics
It's been seven hours and 15 days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone, I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby, where did I go wrong?
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor, guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said, "Girl you better try to have fun, no matter what you do"
But he's a fool
'Cause nothing compares, nothing compares to you
All the flowers that you planted mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
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Post by greysrigging on Apr 1, 2022 0:08:57 GMT -5
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Post by greysrigging on Apr 6, 2022 19:32:26 GMT -5
Reel of the Flickering Light
Author: Colm Gallagher
I was walkin' home one evenin'
I know this takes some believin'
I met a group of creatures
with the strangest lookin' features
A poor ould dog and a worm and a weed
and a fine ould pidgeon yes indeed
Daddy longlegs jumped up sprite
and danced a reel
of the flickering light
Round we go, heel to the toe
Daddy longlegs jumped up sprite
and danced in a reel
of the flickering light
On his thin and wispy spindles
he was deft and he was nimble,
His eyes were scientific
and his dancin' was terrific.
The rats and the worms they made a din and the nettles in the corner took it in,
"Oh God" sez I,"tonight's the night we'll dance to the reel in the flickering light!"
round we go, heel to the toe
"Oh God" sez I,"tonight's the night we'll dance to the reel in the flickering light!"
Then he looked at me directly
with two eyes that could dissect me,
And he asked me in a whisper
"Have you got any sisters?"
"Good God Almighty' sez I to him
What sort of a man do you think I am?
I've only one and she's not your type, she wouldn't dance a reel in the flickering light!"
Round we go, heel to the toe
"I've only one and she's not your type, she wouldn't dance a reel in the flickering light!"
Says he
"Does she come from another planet? Does she have a bee in her bonnet?
Does she do her daily duties? You never know we might be suited."
And the rats and the worms began to laugh and some of them started shufflin' off.
We're goin' to have some fun tonight gettin' ready for the reel in the flickering light.
Round we go, heel to the toe
We're goin' to have some fun tonight gettin' ready for the reel in the flickering light.
I could see he had no scruples
when I looked into his pupils,
They were purple or magenta like a statue during Lent.
"I'll go and get her right away"
"Good man" says he,"now don't delay,
We're goin' to have some fun tonight." Then he flipped his legs in the flickering light.
Round we go, heel to the toe
We're goin' to have some fun tonight." Then he flipped his legs in the flickering light.
Then up stepped a red carnation
and they gave her an ovation.
She was warm and enchantin'
as she slowly started dancin'.
And the bright auld pigeon
peeld his eye
and the nettles and the weeds
began to sigh,
Daddy Longlegs said "My, oh my, are we ready for the reel in the flickering light?"
Round we go, heel to the toe
Daddy Longlegs said "My, oh my,
are we ready for the reel in the flickering light?"
She was gentle, she was charmin'
and I heard him call her Darlin'.
He was graceful as a whisper on his delicate legs of silver.
And the rats and the worms
were still as mice
and the poor auld pigeon
said "that's nice"
A shimmering veil of a lovely bride
and they danced to the reel in the flickering light.
Round we go, heel to the toe
A shimmering veil of a lovely bride
and they danced to the reel in the flickering light.
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Post by greysrigging on Apr 6, 2022 19:47:43 GMT -5
Lyrics
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
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Post by greysrigging on Apr 8, 2022 23:28:10 GMT -5
When you're walkin' through a city street, you could be in Peru
And you hear a distant calling and you know it's meant for you
So you drop what you were doing and you join the merry mob
And before you know just where you are, you're in an Irish pub
They've got one in Honolulu, they've got one in Moscow, too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you'll always have a job
Wherever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub
Now that design is fairly simple and it usually works the same
You'll have Razor Houghton scoring in the Ireland England game
And you know you're in an Irish pub the minute you're in the door
For a couple of boys with bodhrans will be murdering Christy Moore
They've got one in Honolulu, they've got one in Moscow, too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you'll always have a job
Wherever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub
Now the owner is Norwegian and the manager comes from Cork
And the lad that's holding up the bar says 'Only Eejits Work'
He was born and raised in Bolton but his mammy's from Kildare
And he's gonna make his fortune soon and move to County Clare
They've got one in Honolulu, they've got one in Moscow, too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you'll always have a job
Wherever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub
Now it's time for me to go, I have to catch me train
So I'll leave ye sitting at the bar to face the wind and rain
For I'll have that pint you owe me, if I'm not gone on the dry
When we meet next week in Frankford in the fields of Athenry
They've got one in Honolulu, they've got one in Moscow, too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you'll always have a job
Wherever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub
They've got one in Honolulu, they've got one in Moscow, too
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint, you'll always have a job
Wherever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub
I says, wherever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub
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Post by greysrigging on Apr 11, 2022 18:47:51 GMT -5
There's a county map to go on the wall
A hurling stick and a shinty ball
The bric, the brac, the craic and all
Let's call it an Irish pub (Hey)
Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap
The Guinness pie and that cabbage crap
The ideal wannabee Paddy trap
We'll call it an Irish pub
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up and burst yer filthy mug
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer! (Hey)
We'll raise the price o' beer a dollar
We'll make em wear a shirt and collar
We'll fly a bloody tri-colour
And call it an Irish pub
Jager bombs and double shots
The underagers think its tops
We'll spike the drinks and pay the cops
We got us an Irish pub
The quick one in the filthy bog
The partin' glass across the lug
O' the lady-O, the dirty dog
We got us an Irish pub
It's over to me (and over to you)
We'll skip along the Avenue
(And who t'hell is Ronnie Drew?)
We got us an Irish pub
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up and burst yer filthy mug
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer!
Plasma screens and neon lights
Kara-farkin-oke nights
The bouncers they can pick the fights
We'll call it an Irish pub
Plastic cups, a polished floor
We'll hose the blood right out the door
And let the knucklers back for more
We got us an Irish pub
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up and burst yer filthy mug
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer!
Oh top o' the mornin', Garryowen
Kiss me I'm Irish, Molly Malone
Failte, Slainte, Pog ma thon
We got us an Irish pub
Spike the punch and strip the willow
Strike me up the rakes o' Mallow
The Liffey never ran so shallow
We got us an Irish pub
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up and burst yer filthy mug
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer!
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Post by greysrigging on May 15, 2022 6:20:52 GMT -5
Lyrics
I was roving out one evening as I came down to Portlaw
I walked into to a dim lit pub and suddently I saw
Her cheeks they were so rosie and golden was her hair
She had to be an Irish girl 'cause she looked so God damn fair
She took me by her lovely hand and whispered in my ear
I'll get you up to heaven if you'll order me a beer
Seconds later I find myself beside this pretty lass
Wanton thoughts in my head and an ale in my glass
"Hey dear, come on won't you spend another two?
One for me and one for you"
"The truth is she will fill you up and ask you to pay"
But I drink my pint and say "fuck off", 'cause that's my Irish way
When I was a little drunk I went to take a piss
When I came back I saw two girls having a French kiss
The girls they waved me nearer
Could this really be?
The Irish way is finally dawning on me
When we drank our final pint, the girls asked me to pay
They promised me to meet outside at Lower Castles way
And when they left, I took the bill
The girls have set me up
They left me whith an empty purse and sick to the gut
"Hey dear, come on won't you spend another two?
One for me and one for you"
"The truth is she will fill you up and ask you to pay"
But I drink my pint and say "fuck off", 'cause that's my Irish way
"Hey dear, come on won't you spend another two?
One for me and one for you"
"The truth is she will fill you up and ask you to pay"
But I drink my pint and say "fuck off", 'cause that's my Irish way
"Hey dear, come on won't you spend another two?
One for me and one for you"
"The truth is she will fill you up and ask you to pay"
But I drink my pint and say "fuck off", 'cause that's my Irish way
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Post by greysrigging on Jan 22, 2024 20:57:16 GMT -5
Irish/Aussie folk singer Lisa Caulfield ( Fieldsy )
Edgy voiced singer wno does rebel, anti war and anti British songs in her repertoire
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Post by massiveshibe on Jan 23, 2024 4:28:43 GMT -5
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Post by greysrigging on Jan 23, 2024 4:54:56 GMT -5
Lyrics As down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells Rang out in the foggy dew Right proudly high in Dublin town Hung they out a flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky Than at Sulva or Sud-El-Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns Sailed in through the foggy dew Their bravest fell and the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide in the Springing of the year While the world did gaze with deep amaze At those fearless men but few Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew And back through the glen, I rode again And my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with valiant men Whom I never shall see n'more But to and fro in my dreams I go And I kneel and pray for you For slavery fled, O glorious dead When you fell in the foggy dew |
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Post by greysrigging on Jan 23, 2024 5:04:12 GMT -5
Lyrics
Oh, farewell you streets of sorrow
And farewell you streets of pain
I'll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slained
Through the last six years I've lived through terror
And in the darkened streets the pain
Oh, how I long to find some solace
In my mind I curse the strain
So farewell you streets of sorrow
And farewell you streets of pain
No, I'll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slain
There were six men in Birmingham
In Guildford there's four
That were picked up and tortured
And framed by the law
And the filth got promotion
But they're still doing time
For being Irish in the wrong place and at the wrong time
In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze
In England they'll keep you for seven long days
God help you if ever you're caught on these shores
The coppers need someone and they walk through that door
You'll be counting years, first five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
'Round the yard and the stinking cell
From wall to wall, and back again
A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused
For the price of promotion and justice to sell
May the judged by their judges when they rot down in hell
You'll be counting years, first five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
'Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall, then back again
May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the head
You'll be counting years, first five, then ten
Growing old in a freezing hell
'Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall, then back again
Counting years, first five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
'Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall, then back again
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Post by greysrigging on Feb 11, 2024 4:43:03 GMT -5
Some more Lisa Caulfield ( Fieldsy )
She can sing love songs as well as rebel/IRA songs...
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