Дата: Воскресенье, 17.07.2011, 09:32 | Сообщение # 1
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Album: "On A Fine Spring Evening" (2008) "Katie At The Races"
At Arlington at the race outside of town Herself and me were up before the dawn She fixed her hair up and then we headed down
On a fine spring morning
The car park swelled as far as you could see The queue's alive with bubbling energy I found a place for her and me to see
On a fine spring morning
3, 5, and 6 away they run, she boxed'em in the number one They pounded on the track like thunder jarring to the bone And me I took the number 2, the nag her name was something new I put her in trifecta and she crossed the line alone
Run you bollix!
The sun shone down and the wine and whiskey flew The day went on and we had a drink or two I held her up to fix the buckle on her shoe
On a fine spring morning
Then she grabbed me by the hair, And kissed me underneath the stair And nearly tore my coat as we went rolling down the floor Then she grabbed me by the hand, Saying take me now she did command I wrapped her in my arms And we headed for the door
"Teehans"
I used to wonder where my da was at night When him and ma would start to fight Out soaked in 95th street beer It was the strap I had to fear As he would prowl around the southside at night
I'm old enough now in these places to be seen With every gobshite fuckin tinker and jackeen To Christina's place I'm drunk as hell Or even the Ashford house as well There was always one place that kept me in
Your always welcome at teehans Any time of the year You're always welcome at teehans And I wish you were here
While Shawn was outside pissing in the row Regis was in the back counting her dough And Sue and Eileen were there Without a bother or a care Linda had your last shot before you'd go
Now our resident philosopher is Noel And soon enough it's two and time for him to go But we're not done no fucking way It's back to the west side where I stay And the four o'clock bars that never close
I've shook hands with city fathers and with cogs And simple men that climbed in from the bogs That said that music is a higher call Than philosophy and art and all The wisdom thats created by these dogs
Now when I left home the fire it was lit To keep the faeries out my ma went into fits And it was way down in Berlin They cursed me for an Englishman But to tell the truth I cannot give a shit.
"The Unfamous Paula Spencer"
It's like a meditation when I'm drinking tea With my sisters that I never even knew really I'm trying really hard not to drink no more But I want to drive the wagon through the store
My name is Paula Spencer With the gob you can dispense sir I don't need a drink or you to walk me home Cause I'm old now and damnit I don't care
I stepped young into this world and I got married I didn't know what I was doing no one can really Thats when I started drinking with my husband see And getting seven kind of shit knocked out of me
I'd terrorize my children for their own booze They didn't even trust their ma to buy them shoes And when the kids and me are happy now and times are good I want to hold them but I don't think that I could
Life is like a box of stale chocolates You can be sure of all the bleeding shite you'll get But now I'm working steady and its going fine And I've yet to touch a single glass of wine
It's like a meditation when I'm drinking tea With my sisters that I never even knew really I shower my kids with love although they won't trust me But it's as good now as it's ever going to be
"The Rocky Road To Dublin"
In the merry month of May, From my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted, Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother, Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born, I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin, In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs, And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five, Hunt the hare and turn her Down the rocky road And all the ways to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.
In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy, Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin', That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking. To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while, At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'. They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required, Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity, To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city. Then I took a stroll, All among the quality, My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality; Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind; No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'. Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue, Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.
From there I got away, My spirits never failin' Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin'; Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he, When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy, Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin', When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead, Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.
The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed, Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it; Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin', Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin', "Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly; Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in, Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray. We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.
"Whiskey Makes Me Crazy"
I put my shoes on backward on the way out to a dance Then I had to go back home cause I forgot my pants I bought my love a ring and I professed my love of course We were not yet married and she wanted a divorce
Stout it makes you thick, and it makes you thin and lazy Irish whiskey drives me nuts whiskey makes me crazy
I curled up with my wife after I'd gone to wet my throat Then I woke up in the stall all curled up with the goat My friends do not invite me anymore for anything Cause I stumble round their houses all upending everything
My mother used to beat me she would beat me black and blue Now I have a wife and sure she's beating on me too I once had a job and you could say that I was skilled But it's off now to Christina's place to go get fucking drilled
"Terry Obradaigh"
I grew up in Dublin Town I fought my way out round by round with Shane Brown. Coke and smack dangerous boys The corner girls they used as toys
Our Maggie's as Dublin as could be She stepped into these filthy streets, stepped toward me. To turn her eye I pushed and shoved On Eden Quay we fell in love
My Da says I live in a dream, and last night where I lay It was Maggie that I seen in America far away So I climbed up into that ring and I did not go down 13 wins and 12 knockouts, and the Dublin destroyers crown
I can't hear you let me go To find that Dublin girl I'll go where I don't know Straight from here straight into hell May god guard you, fare you well
Shane you are my best friend, my best friend for so long There's nothing you can take from me that ain't already gone
No you can't outlast me, because I have to win I don't know what will happen, but I can't live this life again. So I climbed up into that ring and I did not go down 13 wins and 12 knockouts, and the Dublin destroyers crown
"A Fine Lass You Are"
O where are you now my love of mine I've had every drop of my brandy and wine Until I am safe within your arms My tears fill all of my days
O say that you won't leave me and say you won't deceive me. It's a fine man you are, my god you have my heart.
Baby come to my uncles wake with me At your brothers parlour up the street and I'll take you away for a drink with me and i will hold you close to me
do you remember the first time we met my love I was stunned at how pretty you are I couldn't believe you would talk to me I hung on every word.
wine comes in at the mouth love comes in at the eye I lift my glass to my mouth I look at you and I sigh
well today have i told you, I love you that there's no one above you It's a fine lass you are Oh my god, you have my heart
I will break anyone's goddamn neck if I hear that they've crossed you or broke your respect From Bridgeport To Beverly all of the time Chicago is yours now because it is mine
although our nights are empty my love you still can see the stars you are truly a light in this fucking dark and endless world of our
On a sunday mornin' for church early with a kick my father would awaken me shouting some verbal abuse at me spewing drunk history, waving a gun at me
so come sit you down upon my knee for i love how gentle you are I know you know what it's like to be hurt hell i even love your do, Palais.
I will break your goddamn neck if I hear that you've crossed me or broke her respect I'm not the friend you knew back then you're now entering the world of men
the lights from the skyline reflect on the shore of my beautiful city and the town I adore This city could crush you if you don't step aside but this town will embrace you, because it is mine
Chicago, it's where we were born and it's where we will go all the pubs and the bookies that I call my home where warlords and con men like rats scurry home but I walk these streets without a care all alone.
"Mercy"
When I’m drunk I dream of you, when I’m dry its of you too. I have my clothes tucked in my bag, in case you do not want me back. And when I smile it wont be long, long again till I’m on my own. Oh on the street and with the poor, to drink until I can think no more. So dream of lands far far away, and love to come to you some day. And think of things that make you smile, if it’s only for a while. May the road rise up to meet you, may God have mercy on you. And may that mercy follow you, your whole day through
Дата: Воскресенье, 17.07.2011, 10:18 | Сообщение # 2
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Album: "Agony" (2007)
"Never Enough"
Well I consented to throw a ball And out they all were turning, All the wise ones, one and all, All the men and women of learning. All of learning the lazy ways, Of rag men and their brothers. Slothful artistic fools, Who were tossed out by their mothers
[Chorus:] And there is never enough beer, To put upon the table. There is never enough wine, To keep this party stable.
There is never enough booze To change this lonely weather. There is never enough beer To keep anyone together.
All south of Earl and Meath, Down by the liberties section Where mad man cough and bawl, And suffer all class of infection. To entertain my dear old friends, Every whore and thief and tinker. Who are loyal to the end, For they’re loyal to a drink, sir.
[Chorus]
There’s just never enough booze, To keep the fires burning, There’s just never enough beer, To keep the torment from returning.
I toss and turn through every night, Spent in agony and frustration, For I was born a wanderer, Oh a tireless occupation. From town to town I go, All dreaming of a homeland, That I will never see, For I never liked my first one.
[Chorus]
"Pub And Culture"
What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork [4x], So I think I’d like some brandy and some port.
[Chorus:] Well there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two, For there’s no harm that will come to you. It makes enemies walk hand in hand, And it takes the thirst away here from this land.
But the anxiety and stress it calls my name, And drags me to dim places, And triggers ancient memories, Of trauma and old faces, That I will never see again. And so I reward myself For working through a day That was really fucking hard.
What is called O’Malley’s, Is my home away from home, Well it is where I’m known, By everyone at home, What is called O’Malley’s Is my home away from home, So I think I’d like some whiskey before I roam.
[Chorus]
A chemical imbalance, Embedded in my brain, It’s probably from me parents, But the depression is the same. My neurotransmitter’s dopamine Is naturally depleted, So I’ve overproduced euphoria With alcohol when needed.
What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry [4x] It’s only called Derry. So I think I’d like some porter and some sherry.
[Chorus]
A man’s in critical condition Because I had to drive. Sometimes I say, “I’ll just have three” Then I’m in the pub all night. All the tension and anxiety and The triggers in my soul, It hits you cause it lingers When you think you’re in control. How do you picture alcoholics, Though you may not drink that much? They’re not only ragged wanderers With bottles in their clutch.
"Shade"
The thunder cracks at the hills and plains, The rain does lash at your window pane. I am the ghost of your past refrain, I’m your conscience, let me in, let me in, I’m your conscience, let me in.
You cannot bear to go on this way, You’ve passed many trials, But still you sway, You know that something has to change, And it’s weak to sit in blame, let me in. Oh it’s weak to sit in blame.
No, You cannot bear to go on this way, You’ve passed many trials, But still you sway, You know that something has to change, Or like me soon you’ll be a ghost, let me in, Or soon you’ll be a shade.
"Did It All For You"
I left my home, and I picked up a gun, Left the mountains and the valleys And the linnet's sweet old song, In defense of Dublin City and Our Rights defense, it's true, For that is where we met, And I did it all for you.
I did it all for you, Oh I did it all for you, Never a thought within my mind, Not a thing I couldn't do. I did it all for you, Oh I did it all for you, And now that it's done, Well I just don't know what to do.
Now our town's become a city And the dance becomes a ball, And jobs become computers, Which I cannot do at all. Now we are old, And our church's attendance is few, And now it's gone and I'm retired, Still I did it all for you.
I did it all for you, Oh I did it all for you, Never a thought within my mind, Not a thing I couldn't do. I did it all for you, Oh I did it all for you, And now that it's done, Well I just don't know what to do.
Oh! You're dead my love, And our family's gone away, But so has the loss of privacy And responsibility, But this celtic tiger, Rugged individualism, I just cannot do, Lord have mercy on you love, My God, I did it all for you.
I did it all for you, Oh I did it all for you, How do I take care of myself? God, I never wanted to. I did it all for you, Oh I did it all for you, And now that it's done, Well I just don't know what to do.
Lord have mercy on you love. My God! I did it all for you.
"Not Forgotten"
It's still tonight under the stars, The wind is calm, no windows barred. All birds sleep sound, back from afar, And all the land is at peace.
The morning rose upon that day, Our son from us was taken away. And all the children who died that day, For that, there is no cause.
You plan and execute with speed, Your moral code is all you heed, It's agony to lose loved ones, I know, But an eye for an eye makes everyone blind, And we will not be forgotten in time.
No one will hear our voice it seems, Afraid of reprisals or impeding peace. No one's been convicted of these deeds, A miscarriage of government and police. They've governed and they have swept it away, They've executed and gone to the pub all day. Well have you acted in your virtuous way? Well for peace we all have to wait till it's gotten, And had the peace talks, had they all gone rotten. No!
And haven't enough people died? No, the victims, no, we won't be forgotten in time. In time, oh in time, No, the victims, no, we won't be forgotten in time.
"Siobhan"
I’ll take the bucket to the well, Siobhan, oh Siobhan. For to boil your breakfast and to keep the cottage warm. And for the blend your whiskey, so you can drink it here at home, Oh please don’t stay out all night long, for every pub to roam.
[Chorus:] Siobhan is on the whiskey, Siobhan is on the gin, Siobhan is drinking Red Bull and Vodka and won’t be home again. I stay up late here every night, although it is no sin, Siobhan is on the whiskey and she won’t be home again.
Beautiful in go-go boots, she waltzes to the bar. And the boys they all surround her coming from the near and far. Although I am not allowed inside, I must stay in the car. Oh please be still my beating heart, she shimmers like a star. And in the din and dimmest light, she holds her court, you see. I wish for just one moment she would have a drink with me. In the pub she is the center, like a life-affirming sun, and she is happy and she’s warming, cause Siobhan is having fun.
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
"Traps And Ultimatums"
How can I enjoy myself with you always on my ass? Memories of our greatest times lay shattered like a glass. You’re trying to entrap me with the way you speak to me. You’re trying to get an answer that I won’t give easily.
[Chorus:] Don’t you know that I love you? But I want to run away, from the traps and ultimatums, that you’re giving me each day. On eggshells all around you, it’s making me want to run further away.
I know that if I go you’ll bitch or tell me that you will leave. You’re so sad and mad, it breaks my heart and we’re not happy. I go out for a moment’s peace, from the things we said today, but when I get home your questioning just drives me further away.
[Chorus]
You are my love and I love you, but we can’t do everything together everyday, because it drives us nuts and you never liked shopping. Wrong or right, someone has to lose, when anger is used in place of anxiety. Why couldn’t you find something nice to occupy you, ‘cause you already lost me.
[Chorus]
Socialization, self preservation, write it down, go out on the town, read or write, a café night, or going out with the boys to drink tonight. I want to be with you, oh, but what you put me through.
"Leopardstown Races"
Well this world is hard and no one gives a shit to help anyone or give them their just pay. There ain’t no hand out and they take more than they give and you find you’re going crazier each day. And the one you love, you’re torturing ‘cause all that fucking pressure leaves a whipping sting. And you will know when you’ve nowhere else to go, that you got to turn to something that’s enlightening.
[Chorus:] So I’m going down, going down to Leopardstowns. When the horses run a flat, for I’m flat broke I’m going down. Where the wine and whiskey flow, leave the ladies all aglow back to wander Francis Street in the morning, back to wander Francis Street in the morning.
Well I’ve just got to be strong, ‘cause it’s lasted so long, The sadness now that has me in its grip. Well I’m completely worn of thinking I have to conform and I have to give this stale life the slip. But I love you, that’s why it’s so hard to leave, but I know I have to be strong. To create a new dynamic of our lives, to try to cut the pain and strife. Well don’t give up on me, for I won’t be always gone.
[Chorus]
"Claddagh"
If your reactions are reflecting immediate gratification, will you be happy continuing the way you've begun? For if you're not already happy, Well, then sadness may be all you've ever known. And you'll just have to learn to live with it within, or else you'll have to learn to change and begin again.
Well this ring means I love you, that there's no one above you, you are closer to me than a friend. And this ring I have shown you, well it means that I don't own you, but I know our love can last 'til the end.
When you reflect someone else's life, well that can cause all strife. When there was nothing but domineering fighting when you were young. So your relationship must work, because your parents and you are a failure. So to spite them, you live through them, showing them that yours is strong. But then how did you get here, this attraction to this one here. The one it seems can never live up or is right. You're embarrassing and hating yourself more, but yet this feeling is familiar. When you're raised in anxiety, do you truly think that it's happiness that steers your sight?
Humility is learning, to be sad, anxious, and yearning. To shut up and not believe that you deserve anything you can't do for yourself, and never being too selfish, to demand to be happy, or to be served. There is no reason to think that one person can satisfy you in every way of life. It's only society that tells you that that's the way that is true. It takes strength to be alone, but your life could be more if you don't always conform.
You're already in love with more than one person, although you may not think you can be. For old loves reside most, mostly in our memories. But the fondness remains and it's still to them you would see.
This ring is a promise I am making to you, to endeavor myself and sing for you. To be happy and discover anyway I can try. So my heart and friendship can stay true cause my loyalty lies with you. And my love, it will last 'til the end of time.
"Where Ya Been Johnny?"
So where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? And where have ya been my Johnny-O?
You’ve been down to the orphanage. Were ya down there messing with the girls? I can tell ya been there John, for I see you’re back with your hair in curls. Did the nuns they chase ya John? Or were you able to steal a kiss? Or did Sister Kearney rough ya up? Don’t come to my table looking like this.
[Chorus:] Where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? Where have ya been my Johnny-O? You’ve been down there with the girls. Did ya wash the germs right off of your nose?
You’ve been down to the publican. For I see you look a might distressed. Your clothes are tattered, your shoes are worn, and you’ve spewed up on your Sunday best. Don’t you want to be a good boy, smart in school, and be profound? Get your ass up off of my chair, and you let Mr. McGuire sit down.
[Chorus]
And where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? And where have ya been my Johnny-O?
Now Mr. McGuire is takin’ you, for I won’t raise a heathen child. We’re putting you into a home, you can’t live here, you’re far too wild. Don’t you think you’ll like it there? You act like a criminal, it’s what you get. You’re in need of good reform. They’ll pound you ‘til you thank ‘em for it.
[Chorus]
And where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? And where have ya been my Johnny-O? And where have ya been my Johnny, Johnny? And where have ya been my Johnny-O?
"Not Alone"
I remember the rosary, the Catechism, and the stations of the cross, the plenary indulgence and i know it isn't this. Depression and nightmares and panic through and through. Although i have been successful, there is always more to do. There are many things i know i have done to help me to survive, but i will never tell anyone as long as i am alive. It seems at times there is no way out, not any to escape, because of abuse and turmoil and trauma and of rape. I feel eyes upon me every minute of the day, hiding all around me, i turn my head away. I've seen them in my bedroom when i am exhausted and done. I've been seeing them for years, but i've never told anyone. I am walking into doors and walls 'cause i am not all there. I've split from a reality, of what i didn't want to share. I can tune out conversations and with what the outside world is. Then sex just didn't matter in my relationships. You can't rely on feelings when love and trust is first betrayed. I enter sexual situations, i didn't even want to make. 'Cause i was anxious, i was bored, or any non-sexual need. When abuse is matched with affection or protection it misleads. I say, "Drop what you do and listen, 'cause now it's me that calls the shots." This is the sign of a life out of control adults. I sometimes drink to oblivion, in spite of what i know. I sometimes create chaos anywhere i go. Always anxious, always have to move to help me to forget feelings of little value or humiliation yet. Because there was no one there for me, i expect people to leave. So, i repeatedly test them and this is what you've done to me. I know they way i've overworked myself has turned out positively and that many other people don't have my opportunities, but goodness, yeah, you can make it. You are well on your way to heal, because you already know it, and you already know the deal. You are not alone, this is sadism, and this is not your fault. And who would choose to live through this, so it is not yours at all, and you know this was given to you, so let's put it out of your home and you know that this is not yours, and you are not alone.
"Political Scum"
Well over the sea, and far away, Our kids die in deserts, they been sent that way, To guard oil rigs where the head cutters reign, And blow them away without any refrain Well why are we here? It’s thinning us out, To see our life’s work in your constituents clout, Is your exclusion of dissidence masking your guilt? Do you want to be dissident in the world that you’ve built?
Political scum! Political scum! You lead the way, you beat the drum Political scum, Political scum! Sacrificing your own while their under your thumb
When broke powerless people grab any power they can get Dominance over women, racism and threats We’ll be loosing media jobs and you make us your pet Reconsidering this weakness and the promise he forgets Do you really believe in the stories you tell? How Christ turned his cheek or came down from the hill Will you profiteer or ransack with the soldiers you kill, Are you upward bound or will you burn in hell?!
Political scum! Political scum! You lead the way, you beat the drum Political scum, Political scum! Sacrificing your own while their under your thumb
"Romany"
I can tell you how it feels to be a gypsy To live the Romany way your whole life through Busking ‘round the world it leaves me thinking That it’s less a pound I have to give to you
The road’s the shoe that fits, I cant deny it Now there’s nothing wrong with living on the go It can be for a week if you can take it To have to find a place each night to go
There’s nothing wrong with wondering if there’s more to life than this To return your lover’s warmth and hear, “I missed you so.” It’s everyone’s land no one can lay a claim here Any more than the deep ocean bed below
To answer to no one, but still you’re singing For your supper out each night in the cold I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny Dear god, like this, I just cannot home.
I miss my love at home, but I have not a penny Dear god, like this, I just cannot home to you.
"Movin' On"
Well, I always remember, I never forget the memory of you and things I regret Replies that I wish that I could could retract, but it's times when I'm no help at all But time is a matter of life and death, such a short span, a final breath Well I never liked witnessing anyone hurt, but it's just that I die to myself
Well you don't know what you think til you say it, well it could be brilliant or you could regret it But the rest of the world most certainly moves on even if you have done someone wrong, wrong, oh, the rest of the world moves on
Well I've walked the line and I've come undone, and I've been a good friend to many or one And kindness I intend to carry it on, but it was harder and I just wasn't as strong It's so hard being here without you, I want to say things only to you, saying goodbye for now because I need to move Cause the rest of the world moves on
Well you don't know what you think til you say it, well it could be brilliant or you could regret it But the rest of the world most certainly moves on even if you have done someone wrong, wrong, oh, the rest of the world moves on
Well I've never been happy with myself, I needed change and I needed help But I have helped others and I've changed their mood, and their lives I've seen 'em go on
Well you don't know what you think til you say it, well it could be brilliant or you could regret it But the rest of the world most certainly moves on even if you have done someone wrong, wrong, oh, the rest of the world moves on
"Be"
You can be what you want to be. You can be whatever you see. Whatever in this world makes you happy. Don't listen to them listen to me.
I don't care whatever you do, I just care that you'll be true. If you want to be a cowboy, then that's what you do. There's a horse somewhere waiting for you.
You can be what you want to be. You can be whatever you see. Whatever in this world makes you happy. Don't listen to them listen to me.
Do you believe in an unlived life? Self-fulfillment, not self gratification's strife. Well, you can change and time will tell. You think you're in heaven, but you're living in Hell.
You can be what you want to be. You can be whatever you see. Whatever in this world makes you happy. Don't listen to them listen to me.
If you can't take another day trapped in chastisation or disapproval's fray, then just go my dear and believe you me, its not so frightening to be free.
You can be what you want to be. You can be whatever you see. Whatever in this world makes you happy. Don't listen to them listen to me. You can be what you want to be. You can be what ever you see. Whatever in this world makes you happy. Don't listen to them listen to me.
