Dublin-based rock and folk legend Mike Scott joined flexi-elbowed Steve Wickham for a launch busk of The Waterboys’ new album Modern Blues outside the Gaiety Theatre, Dublin..
Modern Blues, recorded in Nashville is the first work by Mike since his slaying of Arthur’s Day.
(Sasko Lazarov/Photocall Ireland)
Another track from The Waterboys’ anti-booze marketing binge concept E.P
‘Twas Arthur’s Day in Dublin and the streets ran green with puke
I met the ghost of Willie Yeats and he fixed me with a look
‘Twas Arthur’s Day in Dublin and the streets ran gold with piss
Said Yeats, “to think that Emmett and Wolfe Tone did die for this!”
‘Twas Arthur’s Day in Dublin and the streets were black with beer
there were gobshites to the right and left, there were gobshites to the rear
I came upon Luke Kelly’s ghost and I asked him what he thought
“this madness finished me”, he said, “it’ll finish half this lot”
‘Twas Arthur’s Day in Dublin and the streets were full of fights there were women drippin’ blood and men collapsed beneath streetlights
I met a Christian Brother, there was victory in his face
“I’m proven right” he cried “we’re a vile and savage race”
‘Twas Arthur’s Day in Dublin and the streets were blue with bands
tricked by promise of good causes, shipped in from foreign lands
The Manics and Mick Jones were there, and the Mumfords too, ’tis said
And I heard the ghost of Philo say “the counter-culture’s dead”
The Waterboys release their three track Arthur’s Day E.P. on September 26 on iTunes.
Enjoy poetry responsibly.
Previously: The Glassed And Buried Song
File pic: James Horan/Photocall Ireland
We’ll show the World we’re drinkers on Arthur’s Day.
Not gentlemen or thinkers on Arthur’s Day.
We’ll puke in our hands and piss where we stand, and we’ll fill the A&E wards, we’ll binge and minge talk shite all night in Ireland in our hordes on Arthur’s Day.
We’ll reinforce the stereotype on Arthur’s Day, that the Paddy is a guttersnipe on Arthur’s Day.
A bestial dog just up from the bog no manners in his head. We’ll drink and stink and curse and worse and soil our sodden beds on Arthur’s Day.
We’ll leave the streets in tatters on Arthur’s Day. Cos drink is all that matters on Arthur’s Day.
We’ll raise a glass, fall on our ass and never give a damn, or have a bother that we’re all just fodder for an advertising scam on Arthur’s Day.
Down with Arthur’s Day.
Waterboy Mike Scott pulls no punches with his feelings on Arthur’s Day.
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
Oscar’s bar in Smithfield, Dublin.
Oh, it’s very much ON.
Mike Scott, of The Waterboys, on Grafton Street, Dublin, yesterday.
Via John Coughlan