Do you like music?
Do you listen to the lyrics?
READ on.
Robert writes:
“I am working on a video project (with others) where we are creating a montage of examples of excellence in Irish (non traditional) music lyrics….we are fashioning the snatches of songs in interesting font, etc……this is where you come in. Have your readers any suggestions of bits of [Irish-made] songs that we should include…maybe some off the beaten track? Everyone credited. Thank you…”
Anyone?
UPDATE: Robert adds: “..would it be possible to include the names of the writers of the songs also if that is available.”
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“Oh I am a little Ferguson built so many years ago
I was bought up in Dublin at the RDS spring show
I’m a lovely little tractor and I look so very cute
Not like the tractor of today that great big ugly brute”
– R.Kavanagh
anything from Paul Cleary (The Blades) really but
(taken from Downmarket)
In an unfamiliar bed
in an unfamiliar room
there’s a throbbing in my head
I’ve succeeded, I presume
or from the same song
I’m not waiting at an airport
I’m not waiting at a station
I’m standing at a bus stop
both of those described my life when a teenager living in shitty 8t’s dublin
Don’t believe a word
For words are only spoken
Your heart is like a promise
Made to be broken
Don’t believe a word
Words can tell lies
And lies are no comfort
When there’s tear in your eyes
ah philo – gone but never forgotten.
babes, sex and flagons shiftin women, getting stoned, robin cars bars and pubs rubber johnnies, poems, starsky and hutch gave good tv..starsky looked like me…
“They built portholes for Bono so he could gaze out accross the bay and sing about mountains, maybe. You are what you own in this town.”
tis “babies”, not “babes” .. Great Whipping Boy track all the same “When we were Young”
When we were young nobody died
And nobody got older
The toughest kid in the street
Could always be bought over
And the first time that you loved
You had all your life to give
At least that’s what you said
The first time you got drunk
You drank pernod and dry cider
Smashed a window in as the police came round the corner
You didn’t have no time to run
And your dad stood up for you
As the judge said you’re a fool
correct.b. now will you stop using the same song!!! I should a wrote the while song
Jesus I loved Whipping boy- was about to write those same lyrics
Great memories
…now don’t get me started on the “chocolate at the bottom of your cornetto ” crap ! I never know whether to laugh it cry when I hear that lyric- it’s surely meant as a pisstake ? !
My, brother, knows, Karl Marx,
He met him eating mushrooms in the peoples park,
He said ‘What do you think about my manifesto?’
‘I like a manifesto, put it to the test-o.’
Took it straight down to meet the anarchist’s party.
I met a groovy guy, he was arty farty,
He said ‘I know a little latin man a cus man a kai’
I said ‘I don’t know what it means’ he said ‘neither do I’
Eat natural foods, bathe twice daily,
Fill your nostrils up with gravy.
Don’t drink tea and don’t drink coffee.
Cover your chin in yorkshire toffee.
All mornings break regardless,
Regardless of the state of mind you find,
You find yourself in.
Yellow summers behind the wall,
Days fall away so fast a broken man could see another night through.
‘All Mornings Break’ – Rollerskate Skinny.
….whipping boy
‘I hit you for the first time today
I didn’t mean it
It just happened
You wouldn’t let me go to the phone,
You wanted to make love and I did not’
Whipping Boy/We don’t need nobody else
‘I’d like to freeze that moment in time
And wrap it up in tinfoil,
With little ribbons and tinsel and say,
“That was a happy day”.’
Blink/Happy Day
…yeah and you thought you knew me….
Too many Bell X1 lyrics to choose from, but I’ll throw in one from my favorite of theirs:
“I wanna be near you and blink in your light, and toast marshmallows on a cold, dark night.” (Flame)
Jesus god, no. No speaking faces lyrics please.
My personal favourite from Bell X1 (The Great Defector): “You’re the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto” – was there ever a more romantic line written?
Also from Bell X1 (Rocky Took a Lover):
“He said ‘I wanna shine in the eye of Orion
But I drove my soul through the Black Hole!’
She said ‘What a wonderful way to wake me
You weren’t so nice last night
You’re such an asshole when you’re drunk’
He said ‘At least I’m OK in the mornings'”
James Vincent McMorrow (We Don’t Eat):
“I moved to the coast, under a mountain
Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
I’d remember all the things my mother wrote”
I love Rocky took a Lover.
“Then why is my arse the perfect height for kicking?”
Christ Aido, please say you’re joking bout the cornetto line?!? Please?!
…two from Christie:
Coz Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana,
Can hold a match to Lisdoonvarna.
or
Did NATO donate, me boys, did NATO donate the dough?
Did NATO donate, me Girls, did NATO donate the dough?
Did NATO donate the dough, the dough, did NATO donate the dough?
Eighteen thousand feet of runway is an awful long way to go
anyone now for the last few choc ices?
He has nothing but a can of beer
To quench him, and surf on the air.
The nights of soaking in the city’s dreams,
He hates the rich but he hates in vain
If a power was to lift him up,
Make him rich, would he admit it was luck?
Or say he’d earned it, and claim a state of grace,
Just like the rich in this hateful place.
What the hell is wrong with you?
You long to lord it like the rich folks do,
You command me from the depths of gin,
To walk a tightrope in a gale force wind,
Walk a tightrope in a gale force wind.
MicroDisney – Gale Force Wind ( Cathal Coughlan/Sean O’Hagan.)
The Sun goes down on Galway Bay
The daughter goes down on me
Her dad’s not due till one or maybe two
And I’m as happy as I’ll ever be
Galway Bay – Toasted Heretic (Julian Gough)
Classic
Don’t look out before you, you know it’s a long way down
I’ll make it safer for you, your parachute won’t let you down
Take your parachute and go, and maybe come back tomorrow
Take your parachute, I am, stop you ever getting sorrow
Something Happens
Where’s me Jumper?
Where’s me Jumper?
Where’s me Jumper?
Where’s me Jumper?
they just don’t write ’em like they used to…
As I sat lookin’ up the Guinness ad I could never figure out
How yer man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.
:) made me smile !!! What a legend line!
The purple and the pinstripe
Mutely shake their heads
A silense shrieking volumes
A violence worse than they condemn
Stab you in the back yeah
Laughing in your face
Glad to see the place again
It’s a pity nothing’s changed
Banana Republic
Septic Isle
Suffer in the Screaming sea
It sounds like dying
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms
Police and priests
Sadly relevant Boomtown Rats from 1980
Now as I tumble down highways
Or filthy overcrowded trains
There’s no one to talk to in transit
So I sit there and daydream in vain
And behind all these muddled up problems
Of living on a foreign soil
I can still see the twists and turns on the road
From the square to the town of the tribes
From the “N17” by the Sawdoctors
Thomas and Mary out on the floor
Sure ye never lost it, that’s for sure!
With his sparkling shoes and his Daz-white shirt
She’s got a brand new perm and a pleated skirt.
“In the paper that she’s reading are four pages of death notices
for bleeding hearts with little else to do.
Someone out there sadly missed by family and emplyees
a fine gentleman to everyone he knew.
Except his missus she was having an affair
and she really doesnt really care
in fact she’s kind of glad he’s gone.”
From Killed It With My Bare Hands by The Hitchers
He’s got a degree in economics, maths, physics and bionics
He thinks that I’m a savage
‘Cos I hate University Challenge
Or, indeed, any Undertones lyrics.
He thinks that I’m a CABBAGE (pronounced CEABBAGE)
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
From The Sick Bed of CuChulainn by The Pogues
Finest line of the lot, mind has to be from Rainy Night in Soho (are we allowed the Pogues?)
“You’re the measure of my dreams”
That’s all you need.
nope, his finest line is:
to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
and he was a miserable bollox and bitches bastards whore
That’s good as well.
Though probably not what you’d get them to put up on the big screen if you were gonna go for one of them ostentatious ‘will you marry me’ things at a big game, mind…
gossebumps ivan, what a wonderful, wonderful song.
For that line, they are allowed
When I was just a little lad I used to go to school
I’d sit down there in the seat, feeling like a fool
The teacher toult us everything, everything we know
She had a great big lump of a stick that was bent into a bow
She’d go “Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile, And I not knowing no focal at all
She’d go “Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile And I not knowing no focal at all
Mr. Richard Kavanagh Esq.
I’m gonna get drunk
Come round and fupp you up
Andy Cairns, Therapy?
His mother bought him a synthesizer
Got the Human League into advise her
Now he’s making lots of noise
Playing along with the Art school boys
My Perfect Cousin – The Undertones.
Down by law
Killed by death
Lord, make me pure
But not just yet
(Lemmy/Augustine)
The queen she came to call on us,
she wanted to see all of us
I’m glad she didn’t fall on us
She’s eighteen stone!
Monto (Take her up to Monto)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpmB8sJWVdI
….if you keep a people down
In any old town or country, they’ll rise don’t you see?
It’s the will to survive that keeps them alive
And they’re starting to see through all the lies
That they’ve contrived, so I say to you all
To educate yourself, become well read
And start to use the head, contemplate your own situation
Find the true enemy and stop banging heads
Damian Dempsey
+1
Damo is great alright
Your eyes are twinkling
Like it’s going out of fashion
You’re talking about truth
And guts and passion
She yawns in your face and
You’re one more mick
All balls and belly and big mouth
You fall against the window
Pull the curtains down
You slide down the walls
Puking to the ground
In the background
You hear a close friend say
When you get to know him he’s ok
In a jacks in paris f**king
Moaning with a woman
Who says she can’t help
She’s coming she’s coming
You could have sworn
That the door was locked
But apparently it wasn’t
She walks in and the laughter in her eyes
Gives way quickly to disgust and surprise
As she sees you locked in life’s purest embrace
She steps back and slams the door
In both your faces
Marie-Eve says, “Man,
You’re not the bastard you pretend”
She leaves you her number
In case you need a friend
You smile like you do
And say
You know me I’ll be ok
At a party in Chelsea
There’s a yawn you recognize
You both blush crimson
Because you both remember why
Late that night she folds away
The clothes that she had on her
You approach her tentatively
Like a leper in a sauna
Her friends can’t understand
How she can think of you that way
She says, “When you get to know him,
He’s ok.”
Sean Millar
Dermot met a girl from Cabra West,
With his old man’s car she was impressed,
But alas, joyriders came, Now the BMW it ain’t the same,
They said “Hey Bud, Take a drive on the northside, Hey Chap, we go fast on the the northside”
And the joyriders go
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
At the Gardaí
Take a walk on the Northside
Shay Healy
I knew you “broadsheet” wouldnt allow Evidently Chicken Town by John Cooper Clarke…rediculous……its art.
So this is prob more your level of acceptance…why ask if we cant answer?
I remember ’62
I was sixteen and so were you
And we lived next door,
On the avenue.
Jerry Lee was big and Elvis too;
Blue jeans and blue suede shoes,
And we never knew
What life held in store.
We just wanted to rock ‘n’ roll forever more.
We were the Rock ‘n’ Roll Kids
And Rock ‘n’ Roll was all we did
And listening to those songs on the radio;
I was yours and you were mine
But that was once upon a time,
Now we never seem to Rock ‘n’ Roll anymore.
You do realise John Cooper Clarke is English right?
He’s not English, he’s Salford.
Salfords in ireland now?
We come to be kind
To be warm here and after
We’ve been out
But we’re back
Because we’re graced in these matters
And we’ll rise.
Mic, we hardly knew ye.
amen
Just saw the request to include the artist, this is Heyday by Mic Christopher, late of the Bronx and Clondalkin.
Love, if you’re in me, fight for yourself – Rollerskate Skinny, ‘Trial Of Witness’.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6XinhLcYbw&t=11m58s
The song starts at 11m58s. Oops.
Ken Griffin is one the finest lyricists I’ve ever met. I played piano with him for a radio session a couple of years back and we played the title track from that EP. The recording still stands as one of my favourite things I’ve been musically involved in. https://soundcloud.com/low-rent-recordings/favourite-sons-speed-to-my
she walked across the dancefloor that night
she was dressed to kill
she was a sexy lady
she had to get her thrill
how’d she get him, how’d she know
with all the music, the beat, the tempo
she was all up for that night
she was in for a fright
she said, greetings
hold tight for the new jam
hold tight with the mic in the left hand
it’s me, I’m up on the groove tip
are you ready now move to the roof now life
it has no meaning
are you ready now move to the madness
this party night to you
we bring this groove to you
are you ready now move to the groove
put your hands up in the air
one simple question to ask y’all
ARE. YOU. READY……???
“Beat stress and rebalance your life
Make those dreams come true
Impress all your colleagues and friends
With the brand new you
So many lives condemned for no need
‘Cause people don’t buy the right magazine
Take a look in the mirror and see
Exactly how worthless you are
In a rut? Can’t get out? Don’t know why?
It’s time to make that change
Cover up all the pain in your life
With our new product range
So please don’t feel blue – let us show you how
To talk yourself into a good mood right now
Feeling sad is no longer allowed
No matter how worthless you are
And if your life depresses you
Just live it through your favorite movie star
Beat stress and rebalance your life
All you need to do
Is forget all the useless advice
And live your life for you
Don’t let them sell you impossible dreams
Don’t be a slave to the beauty regime
Look again in the mirror and see
Exactly how perfect you are”
Neil Hannon – Divine Comedy – The Beauty Regime
“The cars in the churchyard are shiny and German
Completely at odds with the theme of the sermon
And all through communion I stare at the people
Squeezing themselves through the eye of the needle”
Neil Hannon – Eye of the Needle
Pretty much every line in Doctor Millar’s The Bitter Lie could make it….
‘Celebrate’ by An Emotional Fish
Some great lines in the whole song… but this is the second verse :)
“His essential complications are hung up and confused
It’s a planet full of traffic lights and traffic light abusers
But that’s no stranger than strange
Or any other stranger
He claims it’s dangerous to be innocent ’cause you’re the victim every time
Histories of insanity intruding on the sane
Celebrate
This party’s over
I’m going home”
Needs no introduction :)
“Eat natural foods, bathe twice daily,
Fill your nostrils up with gravy.
Don’t drink tea and don’t drink coffee.
Cover your chin in yorkshire toffee.”
daylight peeping thorough the curtains
of the passing nightime is your smile
the sun in the sky is like your laugh
in fact any of the lyric in Nancy Spain
“Oh you can hold her eggs
But your basket has a hole
You can lie between her legs and go looking for
Tell her you’re searching for her soul
You can wait for ages
Watch your compost turn to coal
Time is contagious
Everybody’s getting old”
Coconut Skins – Damo Rice
Came down to the city
Where I worked for many a year
Built a hundred houses
Must have pulled about a million pints of beer
Livin under suspicion
Puttin up with the hatred and fear in their eyes
You can see that you’re nothing but a murderer.
Yah in their eyes, were nothin but a bunch of murderers
Paul Brady – nothin but the same old story
I swear I feel a peaceful feeling
In the warmth of your kiss
Dancing lessons Sinead O’ Connor
cause i’m a sap, a proud one
http://www.lyricsmania.com/maasai_lyrics_damien_dempsey.html
Pretty much any excerpt from these lyrics by Damien Dempsey should be considered. He has loads of great songs where lyrics can be extracted and presented, like his art project I. Association with Maser to raise funds for the Simon Community.
Good luck with the project.
‘protestant or catholic’
Cried a voice from the crowd
‘not you again St Peter’
I was thinking aloud
Should have packed my bags
Headed off for the coast
Had my time already come
To meet the heavenly host?
They switched on their halos
Adjusted their harps
Checked that the blades
On the pearly gates were sharp
I asked them what they meant
About religious bent
They said ‘that’s the test’
I said ‘that’s the test-ah-meant’
They were giving holy orders
I think you’ll find
I was up against persuasion
Of the religious kind
It was hailing marys
At the drop of a tract
Said the 7 deadly sins
Were staying round at my flat
I pondered on the churches
Of England and Rome
Hadn’t paid the rent
For my spiritual home
Needed guidance from the leaders
Whose names I knew
Archbishop…
And John player number two
I quaked in my sackcloth
Threw away my joss-stick
Burned my koran and said I was agnostic
‘I mean an atheist’ I cried
As they moved in for the kill
The walls tumbled down as they
Handed me the bill
They weren’t impressed
With my distinctions
I think you’ll find
That I was up against persuasion
Of the religious kind
A lamb to the slaughter
A human sacrifice
I told their spiritual leader
His sceptre looked nice
A hymn book skimmed my ear
But I was only grazed
I dived for cover
As the sawn-off bibles blazed
In the gore I gasped
‘was it something I said?’
Then a solid granite altar
Hit me on the head
A collection plate plunged into my groin
They marched off discussing
The battle of the Boyne
As I expired I was thinking
They’d been rather unkind
But I was up against persuasion
Of the religious kind
Bleeding and naked
I was somewhat at a loss
The good samaritan was drinking
At the sign of the cross
Recalling their question I felt totally alone
As I peered out from underneath
The tablets of stone
In the gutter lay the crushed
Remains of a bible
It proclaimed their grievances
Were purely tribal
They made me see the light
For that I offer my thanks
I was collared by the dogs
Now I’ve joined their ranks
Onward christian soldiers
I hope you don’t mind
Being afflicted by religion
Of the persuasive kind
Now if you’re visiting some Irish town
The politicians’ heads stuck in the ground
And the only bell ringing has a graveyard sound
Someone’s got to stand up or
Nothing’s gonna change
Till religion
Is rearranged
Andy White – Religious Persuasion
“Oh Jessie hold on, just hold on and on and on and on
oh Jessie be strong, just hold on and on and on and on”
“Dey all luv meh! Dey all luv meh!
Dem girls, dem girls, dey all luv me!”
Zig & Zag – Them Girls
A Tijuana gypsy
Stole my personal stereo.
Imagine waking unaware
the light of heaven touched your hair
morning struggled sun was here and gone
born into empty air the signals changed the engines flared
there’s a place you know i’m always there
The Stars of Heaven – Lights of Tetouan
It might be somewhere in the previous replies, but I don’t have time to read through them…
Van Morrison: “Astral Weeks”
If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me?
Would you kiss-a my eyes?
To lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
No mick, and it’s an excellent choice.
I’d go for the way young lovers do meself.
I was torn between the two, Mani, but I went for the above because the words jump into my mind whenever I think of the album as a whole…What an opening couplet especially…
People tend to look at the paedo-glasses wearing fat troll he’s become rather than the sublime vocalist and songwriter he was in his prime. In fairness to Van his work with Them is often overlooked too. Especially their cover of it’s all over now baby blue (sampled by beck, pop pickers).
I’m dancing the seven veils
Want you to pick up my scarf
See how the black moon fades
Soon I can give you my heart
I don’t know no shame
I feel no pain
I can’t see the flame
But I do know Man-din-ka
I do know Man-din-ka
I do know Man-din-ka
I do
They’re throwing it all this way
Dragging it back to the start
And they say, “See how the glass is raised?”
I have refused to take part
I told them “drink something new”
Please let me pull something through
Ms Sinead O’Connor.
Very broad of shoulder, slightly less of mind
Here is the boy she left behind
His the behind she left before she met me.. honestly
And he says “hey” and I say “what”
And he says, “What cha got that I ain’t got?”
And I say “pardon?” and he says “Hey!, what’s she see in you anyway?”
And I say
“Well I’m sexy as hell, I’m an excellent lover and reasonable cook,
She likes my wit, and the way that I spit
And she adores the narratorial voice of my book
Her love of my lyrics is only surpassed
By her great admiration for my vocal inflections
She approves of my charity, complexional clarity
Dress sense, intelligence, all day erections
Delights in my habit of quoting from Nabokov
Can’t get enough of my Old-World gentility,
Thinks that my sketches of local letches,
Show an exceptional technical facility,
Found it charming that on my disarming a recent intruder
at four in the morning
I fined him his trousers, wallet and gun,
let him off with a warning, and forgot to tell anyone,
Some if not all of these characteristics
Led to her lipstick being on me.”
Julian Gough – Charm and Arrogance by Toasted Heretic
Whipping Boy song we don’t need nobody else from the album heartworm:
“I hit you for the first time today
I didn’t mean it
It just happened
You wouldn’t let me go to the phone,
You wanted to make love and I did not
Now I know the distance between us
Christ we weren’t even fighting, I was just annoyed
Silence and you started to cry, that really hurt
You said, yeah and you thought you knew me”
Delaney’s gone back on the wine
For too many years he’s been marching in line
Now he’s like all those other bums
Sorry but so glad to be alone
Mary Coughlan
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No one mentioned Mick Hanley.. Loads of great lyrics..
This one about school and the Christian Bros.
We were lured by the rockin horse
Sweets and boula bos
Fifty wild boys to a room
Sing lamh lamb eile, the dish ran away with the spoon.
And they made me, for better or worse
The fool that I am or the wise man to be
And they made me, a blessing or curse
It wasn’t their fault I was me
Not the one that you see.
Brilliant songwriter.
You could have took the earth the moon the sun and the stars
But you’ve been taking vows of poverty in VIP bars
Republic of Loose, All Mine
Last night I dreamed you were back again
Larger than life again, holding me tight again
Placing those same kisses on my brow
Sweeter than ever now, lord I remember how
Couldn’t get enough of kissing, do you know how much you’re missing
No you don’t, but I do
Mick Hanly although having heard Mary Coughlan sing it live, hers is my favorite rendition.
I don’t mind if culture crumbles
I don’t mind if religion stumbles
I can’t hear the speakers mumble
And I don’t mind at all
I don’t care if the Third World fries
It’s hotter there I’m not surprised
Baby I can watch whole nations die
And I don’t care at all
I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind
I don’t mind I don’t mind
I don’t mind at all
Na na na , …
Sah’Bob – The Great Song Of Indifference
S’dere!
I dreamed myself from the sultry plains
to the old green square back in old Maybole
Rode the wind up to Stornaway
paused at the peak, pacified my soul
Caught the bus at the faery fort
made it to the mansion on the Boyne
See I come around to the ancient ways
I took a tip from the buddha boy
We came down from the hill of dreams
Bernadette, mother earth and you and me
through Carraroe, down the wildwood side
blinding out eyes in the shallow seas
Drank fire with the King of the Blues,
plugged in to the medicine way
Took a long last look at Crazy Horse
push now for a golden age
I found myself on the roof of the world
just waiting for to get my wings
Strange angel in the changing light
said “;Brother, you forgot something!”;
My heart beat from the inside out
so lucky just to be alive!
Can you tell what I’m talking about?
any day now the Sun’s gonna rise
“5 honours and a 175”
by the Alsations, circa 1980
It’s been about 25 years since I heard the song, so I am a bit rusty on the lyrics.
5 honours and a 175
an education and a licence to drive
leather jacket
first wage packet
….
Ooh what a lover
oooh what a Summer
It’s gonna take me all winter to recover
I’ve got 5 honours and a 175
an education and a licence to drive
no one’s gonna ruin my night ’cause he’s a twisted little bitter little fupper/ no one’s gonna ruin my day ’cause he’s a twisted little bitter little fupper/ ah man you can’t ruin my day ’cause you’re a twisted little bitter little fupper/ i won’t let you wreck my head/ ’cause you’re a twisted little bitter little fupper/ go go fupp yourself/ go go fupp yourself/ no bouncers gonna ruin my night ’cause he’s a twisted little bitter little fupper/ no skanger’s gonna ruin my day ’cause he’s a twisted little bitter little fupper/ go go fupp yourself/ go go fupp yourself/ ah ah ah ah ah ah/ you’re not gonna ruin my night/ twisted little bitter little fupper/ you’re not gonna ruin my day/ twisted little bitter little fupper/ you’re not gonna ruin my week/ twisted little bitter little fuppers/ you’re not gonna rule my life/ twisted little bitter little fuppers/ go go fupp yourself/ go go fupp yourself/ you’s can all see them i am not alone/ they’re the undead/ i feel sorry for their children/ ah ah ah ah ah ah/ no bouncers gonna ruin my night ’cause he’s a twisted little bitter little fupper / no skanger’s gonna ruin my day ’cause he’s a twisted little bitter little fupper/ go go fupp yourself/ go go fupp yourself/ ah ah ah ah ah ah/ go go fuck yourself…
(Did I get um all?)
The Bionic Rats.
this is a warning/ a warning/ dont let bad garda shit con ya/ this is a warning/ a warning/ dont let bad garda shit on ya/
Bionic Rats.
Only losers take the bus
I’m not one of them, I’m not one of them, I’m not one of them
Regina, Regina rubs her thighs together
She made three wishes and they all came true
The middle one ended in a W
The first one began with a kiss kiss kiss
The last one ended in a pulverized fist
Fatima Mansions
“I miss your smile, I miss your face,
Squinting eyes, cider taste,
Late night texts, can’t fall asleep,
Grab both arms, I call for keeps”
Waiting Room – Angel
This is the day the fisherman likes and so do I
when the rain puts a shine on the chestnut spikes and Curlews cry,
the Nightingale sings her best,
we’ll drink a pint in Hamilton’s Rest
The girl I love wore a muslin dress and
the fishermen dream of the sun in the west
and So Do I.
So Do I – Christy Moore (written by Wally Page)
Faithful Departed
(Phil Chevron)
This graveyard hides a million secrets
And the trees know more than they can tell
The ghosts of the saints and scholars will haunt you
In heaven and in hell
Rattled by the glimmer man, the boogieman, holy man
Livin’ in the shadows and the shadows of a gunman
Rattle like the coppers in your greasy till
Rattle til the time stood still
Look over your shoulder; hear the school bell ring
Another day of made-to-measure history
I don’t care if your heroes have wings
Your terrible beauty’s been torn
Faithful departed
We fickle hearted
As you are now
So once were we
Faithful departed
We the meek hearted
With graces imparted
Bring flowers to thee
The girls in the kips proclaim their love for you
When you stumbled in they knew you for a shilling or two
They curse you on Sundays and holy days
When you all stayed away
You slept there naked; light bulb hid your shame
The shadows on the wall they took all the blame
The sacred hearts picture compassion in his eyes
Drowned out the river of sighs
The grass grow green on the brewery tonight
Never come between the darkness and the light
There is no pain that can’t be eased
By the devil’s holy water and the rosary beads
You’re a history book, I never could write
Poetry in paralysis too deep to recite
Bless yourself and dress yourself; you’ve won the fight
We’re going to celebrate tonight
We’ll even climbed the pillar like we always meant to
Watch the sun rise over the strand
Close our eyes and we’ll pretend
It could somehow be the same again
I’ll bury you upright so the sun doesn’t blind you
You won’t have to gaze at the rain and the stars
Sleep and dreams of chapels and bars
And whiskey in the jar
Faithful departed
Look what you started
An underdog’s wounds
Aren’t so easy to mend
Faithful departed
There’s no broken hearted
And no more distress
In your world without end
Anything by Julie Feeney
nor fats, nor elvis , nor muddy, nor john lee
fight like apes lyrics:
“Lend me your face”
Would you like a fresh rolled cigarette
I rolled it up myself and put some gusto into flippin it
Would you smoke it in bed
Wanna fill you up with petrol
And take off like a jet
Lend me your face
Lend me your face
Lend me your face
I’ll bust it up and I’ll replace it
“Pull Off Your Arms And Lets Play In Your Blood Lyrics”
When you were playing dollies, I was acting up in the park
You’re not into older men but I guess no one looks old in the dark
You know they say that things can change for the best
Well, I detest your fucking stories, I’d love to have a shot at your chest
Fate doesn’t hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the song shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love
They say the skies of Lebanon are burning,
Those mighty Cedars bleeding in the heat,
They’re showing pictures on the Television,
Women and children dying in the street,
And we’re still at it in our own place,
Still trying to reach the future through the past,
Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone…
Chorus
But hey ! Don’t listen to me !
This wasn’t meant to be no sad song,
We’ve heard too much of that before,
Right now I only want to be here with you,
Till the morning dew comes fall
ing,
I want to take you to the Island,
And trace your footprints in the sand,
And in the evening when the sun goes down,
We’ll make love to the sound of the ocean.
They’re raising banners over by the markets,
Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls,
Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown,
No way our holy flag is gonna fall,
Up here we sacrifice our children,
To feed the worn out dreams of yesterday,
And teach them dying will lead us into glory…
Repeat Chorus.
Now I know us plain folks don’t see all the story,
And I know this peace and love’s just copping out,
And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches,
Is just what being free is all about,
And how this twisted wreckage down on main street,
Will bring us all together in the end,
And we’ll go marching down the road to freedom … freedom …
Paul Brady – The Island
‘I’ve never hurt a girl in my life,
so if i hurt ya then its only cause i want you for life’
-Mick Pyro, Republic of Loose
‘I’m not over you, can i get back under’
-Paul Noonan, BellX1
Where e’er we go we celebrate
the land that makes us refugees
from fear of priests with empty plates
from guilt and weeping effigies …
Philip Chevron – Thousands are Sailing
Five honours and a 175
An education and a licence to drive
The Alsatians