Song Lyrics

[iamthelaw]

eamo said:

I presume that you want me to list them:

This order changes from time to time. At the moment this is it:

1. Palace Brothers - There is no-one what will take care of you
2. Radiohead - Paranoid Android
3. REM - World Leader Pretend

There are numerous other classical and jazz numbers that I can't include here for comparison reasons

excellent. will look forward to tracking down the no.1.
was at a radiohead concert in the rds a few years back where they were playing your no.2, and just at the point where they sang "rain down, rain down", it started raining. I think they made some joke about being such "miserable b*st*rds" that this always happened at their gigs.

[bandage]

Declan De Barra - 'Curfew'. My new personal favourite. It's cracking stuff. Reminds me of Buckley and Cave a lot - highly evocative, unaccompanied at times and others with full instrumental backing. I fooking love it especially this critique on the 'War on Terror'.

I haven’t enough to drink while you’re swimming in your pools, tortured me for 22 days and all I could give you was me name. Life stops at 5 cos we can’t go oustside, beneath the tables we’ll hide, will we make it out alive? They closed me school today so I picked up a book instead, me friend he picked up a 'loaded' rock, they killed him dead with just one shot. What a look of surprise from your lifeless eyes, and there’s no human rights behind the camera’s golden lights. And the blood keeps weeping in our wounds, another drop in the oceans of the ruined, and the shrapnel makes for a sickening necklace, while the hope for all the rest of us fades. Life stops at 5 cos we can’t go outside, I hope the morning arrives, I hope the morning arrives.

[bandage]

Was at Duke Special the other night (cracking gig) and I have an example of how STUPID birds are. Duke invites Ollie Cole onstage to join him for a song. Two birds behind us have the following conversation:

Bird #1: Who's Ollie Cole?
Bird #2: Must be his friend?

Duke explains that he first met Ollie at a tribute night for the late Elliott Smith so they're going to do an Elliott Smith song together.

Bird #1: Who's Elliott Smith?
Bird #2: He said tribute night so maybe it's some dead guy.

Anyway. they played Waltz #2 - another smashing piece of Smith brilliance.........

Elliott Smith - Waltz #2 (xo):

'first the mic then a half cigarette
singing cathy’s clown
that’s the man that she’s married to now
that’s the girl that he takes around town
she appears composed, so she is, i suppose
who can really tell?
she shows no emotion at all
stares into space like a dead china doll
i’m never gonna know you now, but i’m gonna love you anyhow
now she’s done and they’re calling someone
such a familiar name
i’m so glad that my memories remote
‘cos i’m doing just fine hour to hour, note to note
here it is the revenge to the tune
“you’re no good,
you’re no good you’re no good you’re no good”
can’t you tell that it’s well understood
i’m never gonna know you now, but i’m gonna love you anyhow
i’m here today and expected to stay on and on and on
i’m tired
i’m tired
looking out on the substitute scene
still going strong
xo, mom
it’s ok, it’s alright, nothing’s wrong
tell mr. man with impossible plans to just leave me alone
in the place where i make no mistakes
in the place where i have what it takes
i’m never gonna know you now, but i’m gonna love you anyhow
i’m never gonna know you now, but i’m gonna love you anyhow
i’m never gonna know you now, but i’m gonna love you anyhow'.

[therock67]

The Saw Doctors

Where's the Party?

ooooh i shoulda taken feed with the money that i spent
i shoulda had a shave and i shoulda paid the rent
i should rang me mammy instead of buying drink
but when you're on a tear sure you never stop and think

a big old taxi and a monster kebab
a sixpack and a tenspot and a pocket of fags
third exit on the roundabout, siobhan mckenna road
all the other exits sure they'd only take me home

where's the party
47 hazel park

there were girls from castlebar
who had hardly left their teens
four nurses down from belfast
who might slip off their jeans

i was propped up in the corner
connor's skinning up
and maybe ?
i thought he never would shut up

oh the bloke who threw the party
well i think his name was bill
we nailed a shopping trolley
and we pushed him down the hill

morissey was whining
when the big guard rang the bell
all i heard was shaky shouting
you can go to hell

where's the party

oh a gorgeous girl from cavan
i loved her long blond hair
she went up to the toilet
so i followed her upstairs
i met her on the landing
so i thought i'd try me case
i told her that i loved her
and she slapped me on the face

early friday morning 47 hazel park
i woke up on the floor
the room was still dark
not a penny in me pocket
still half stoned
i go walking out the road
to go hitching back home

where's the party
47 hazel park

hitching out the road
the rain was belting down
i found a tenner on the footpath
and i headed into town
i duck into the Quay's
my degree is on the line
oh my god, it's nearly closing time

where's the party
47 hazel park........

[iamthelaw]

"He's a twentieth century boy, with his hands on the rails,
Trying not to be sick again, and holding on for tomorrow ...
She's a twentieth century girl, with her hands on the wheel,
Trying not to make him sick again, seeing what she can borrow ...
She's a twentieth century girl, hanging on for dear life,
So we hold each other tightly, and hold on for tomorrow"

Blur, For Tomorrow (from Modern Life is Rubbish)

[bandage]

Apologies to George W Bush supporters. Here's a nice rant against him by Bloc Party.

Helicopter

North to south
Empty
Running on
Bravado
As if to say, as if to say
He doesn't like chocolate
He's born a liar, he'll die a liar
Some things will never be different

Stop being so American
There's a time and there's a place
So James Dean
So blue jeans
He's gonna save the world
He's gonna...

Are you hoping for a miracle?

Three out of five, three out of five (it's not enough)
Six out of ten
Better luck next time
Just like his Dad, just like his Dad (the same mistakes)
Some things will never be different
Hungry and dumb, hungry and dumb (so wait in line)
Queuing up for some more junk food
It's not my fault, it's not my fault (just this once)
They're getting so much younger

Why can't you be more European
Bastard child of guilt and shame
Bury your head in the sand
I'm thinking six, six, six
I'm thinking six

Are you hoping for a miracle?
It's not enough.

[bandage]

Some quirky and clever lyrics from Bell X1:

Next to You:
‘I am not over you
Can I get back under?’

Slowset: (old memories of the traditional Irish teenage disco in this one):
‘What do you say when she's in your arms and you're going round in those circles?
Yeah what do you say when both of you know that you've risen to the occasion?
What do you say when her friend comes along and you know that she's being rescued?
What do you say when your Eternal Flame has been drowned by her...Purple Rain?

Slowset is dead
No more love on the dancefloor
Unless you're out of your head
That's all that we went for
That's all’

Pinball Machine:
‘You still love me
I believe
If push came you'd shove me
I believe you share my bed
You share the blame
I believe
In pinball machines’

Tongue:
‘I've got a nervous feeling over you
But who am I fooling,
I like airline food’

He Said, She Said: (the Chartbuster effect here)
'I went for a video
I came back with a tan
I came back with a tan'

[therock67]

To continue the helicopter theme:

The Helicopter Song

- The Wolfe Tones

Up like a bird and high over the city
"Three men are missing" I heard the warder cry
"Sure it must have been a bird that flew into the prison
Or one of those new Ministers" said the warder from Mountjoy

Early one evening as the branchmen they were sleeping
A little helicopter flew in from the sky
Down into the yard where some prisoners were walking
"Get ready for inspection" said the warder in the ´Joy

Down in the yard through the pushing and the shoving
Three of the prisoners they climbed upon the bird
And up and away they went into the grey skies
"I think someone escaped" said the warder in the ´Joy

Over in the Dail they were drinking gin and brandy
The Minister for Justice was soaking up the sun
Then came this little message that some prisoners were escaping
"I think it´s three of the Provos" said the warder in the ´Joy

"Search every hole search every nook and cranny
Let no man rest until these men are found,
For this cannot happen to a law and order government."
"I think you´ll never find them said the warder in Mountjoy"

[pagey]

Aidan McAnespie

It was on a Sunday evening when the sun shone in the sky
As he walked his way to the Gaelic pitch did he think he was going to die
And as he crossed the checkpoint the sound of gunfire came
The news spread through the border town Aidan McAnespie name

Oh why did you do it?
Had you not the guts to say
You say it was an accident or even a ricochet
Just like Loughgall and Gibraltar you´re lies are well renowned
You murdered Aiden McAnespie on his way to the Gaelic ground.

[bandage]

Continuing on:

For years he was harassed by the forces of the crown
As he went to work every day he left his native town.
The British Army swore that they would get him
For reasons no one could say
And sure enough they murdered him in cold blood that sunny day.

The people heard the gunfire
They came from miles around
They saw that young man lying there
He was dying on the ground.
His hold of life was ending fast
And so people they tried their best
But the bullet wound was far too deep
It passed right through his chest

Oh why did you ..................

Aidan's lfe had ended
It was time for judgement day
That British soldier jumped down for the tower
And the coward he slipped away
God's curse on you Britian
For this cruel deed that you've done
But God will have his final say when your day of judgement comes

You say it was an accident
Thats the greatest crime of all
For his heart broken family
The worst they could recall
A cross marks that lonely spot where Aidan was shot down
As he walked on that sunny evening
On his way to the gaelic grounds.

Oh why did you............
..........................
Yes you murdered Aidan McAnespie on his way to the gaelic grounds.


Tyrone stopped their team bus in Aughnacloy on their journey home to Omagh on the Monday after winning their first All Ireland in 2003 and held a minute's silence in his honour.

[humbug]

admin said:

To continue the helicopter theme:

The Helicopter Song

- The Wolfe Tones

Huge call. Love that song. I was in Mountjoy a few months back on a guided tour and they showed us the spot where the helicopter landed.

They brought us into the hanging room as well. Also got to see the Aul Triangle, Catherine Nevin (the fookin ride) and tracksuit-wearing Regina Felloni.

[iamthelaw]

Cinderella she seems so easy,
"It takes one to know one" she smiles
Then puts her hands in her back pockets,
Bette Davis-style.
Then in comes Romeo he's moaning,
"You belong to me I believe"
and someone says "you're in the wrong place my friend,
you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left,
after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.

Dylan, of course.

[iamthelaw]

humbug said:

Felloni

Always thought that was a fantastic name for a criminal

[therock67]

humbug said:

admin said:

To continue the helicopter theme:

The Helicopter Song

- The Wolfe Tones

Huge call. Love that song. I was in Mountjoy a few months back on a guided tour and they showed us the spot where the helicopter landed.

They brought us into the hanging room as well. Also got to see the Aul Triangle, Catherine Nevin (the fookin ride) and tracksuit-wearing Regina Felloni.

Just when you thought you'd got the hang of the quote thing!

I presume that's not a public tour and is related to your line of work?

[therock67]

When the President talks to God

- Bright Eyes

When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women’s rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind?
When the president talks to God

When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed?
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
"We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke"
"No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke"
That's what God recommends

When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf?
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved
I guess God just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God

When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed?
Does he ever smell his own bullshit
When the president talks to God?

I doubt it

I doubt it

[therock67]

Shane MacGowan and the Popes

Dongeal Express

Who dares to speak of Donegal
You get kicks in the bars and kicks in the balls
The harp that played in Tara's halls
Is burning on the dump
Virginia is a gin town
Belturbot is a sin town
And all the boys from Skintown
Are in England on the lump
Got pissed in Letterkenny
With darlin' sportin' Jenny
Spent me very last penny
And we made it in the press
The husband caught me in the bed
Tried to shoot me in the head
Had to swim the stream to get
The Donegal Express

Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

As sure as I'm Father Emmett
I've a King Dong down me Semmett
As any girl will tell you
From Cavan down to Clare
Back in sweet Virginia
In the toilet with Lavinia
I nearly fucked her brains out
And tore her party dress
A shit, a shave, a shower
And half a pint of Powers
Then off again to get on board
The Donegal Express

Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh


The Song With No Name

Long years ago I fell in love
With a lady proud and fair
So passionate were she and I
We made fire in the air
I loved her more than life itself
She loved me just the same
And it broke my heart
To think we'd part if she ended the affair

But I was brutal, I was ignorant
I was cruel I was brash
I never gave a damn about
The beauty that I smashed
No sadist I, I took delight
In making my Love cry
Now I'd pray for a single kiss from her
To be lashed and crucified

And now I feel this lady fair
Can never more be mine
Long gone are night in my lonely bed
All suffering and crying
And though I fear that through this life
She'll only call me friend
'Till I'm dead and buried in my grave
My Love will never end

[Ball Ox]

Tony Cristie,

"Lets go down the local, have a laugh and get all vocal"

[iamthelaw]

admin said:

When the President talks to God

Just reminds me of Dylan's "With God on Our Side"

Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.

Oh the Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.

When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.

I've learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.

But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.

Still remember quoting that line "You don't count the dead/ When God's on your side" in my Leaving Cert English essay.

[iamthelaw]

"...
You got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin'
cause you're cruisin' with your sweet one,
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
Of all the other days in the week
you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak

Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

...
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night"

Tom Waits

[humbug]

admin said:

humbug said:

admin said:

To continue the helicopter theme:

The Helicopter Song

- The Wolfe Tones

Huge call. Love that song. I was in Mountjoy a few months back on a guided tour and they showed us the spot where the helicopter landed.

They brought us into the hanging room as well. Also got to see the Aul Triangle, Catherine Nevin (the fookin ride) and tracksuit-wearing Regina Felloni.

Just when you thought you'd got the hang of the quote thing!

I presume that's not a public tour and is related to your line of work?

I think public tours are available.

[humbug]

Viva la Quinta Brigada

Ten years before I saw the light of morning
A comradeship of heroes was laid
From every corner of the world came sailing
The Fifth International Brigade.

They came to stand beside the Spanish people
To try and stem the rising fascist tide
Franco's allies were the powerful and wealthy
Frank Ryan's men came from the other side.

Even the olives were bleeding
As the battle for Madrid it thundered on
Truth and love against the force of evil
Brotherhood against the fascist clan.


Chorus:
Viva la Quinta Brigada,
No Paseran, the pledge that made them fight
Adelante was the cry around the hillside
Let us all remember them tonight.

Bob Hilliard was a Church of Ireland pastor
Form Killarney across the Pyrenees he came
From Derry came a brave young Christian Brother
And side by side they fought and died in Spain.

Tommy Woods age seventeen died in Cordoba
With Na Fianna he learned to hold his gun
From Dublin to the Villa del Rio
He fought and died beneath the Spanish sun.

Many Irishmen heard the call of Franco
Joined Hitler and Mussolini too
Propaganda from the pulpit and newspapers
Helped O'Duffy to enlist his crew.

The call came from Maynooth, "support the nazis"
The men of cloth failed again
When the Bishops blessed the Blueshirts in Dun Laoghaire
As they sailed beneath the swastika to Spain.
(Chorus)


This song is a tribute to Frank Ryan
Kit Conway and Dinny Coady too
Peter Daly, Charlie Regan and Hugh Bonar
Though many died I can but name a few.

Danny Boyle, Blaser-Brown and Charlie Donnelly
Liam Tumilson and Jim Straney from the Falls
Jack Nalty, Tommy Patton and Frank Conroy
Jim Foley, Tony Fox and Dick O'Neill.
(Chorus repeated)

[humbug]

Young Ned of the Hill
By Terry Woods / Ron Kavana (1989)

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky
To walk the purple heather
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die

Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

Of one such man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is know in song and story
His deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill

You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge and iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill

[iamthelaw]

I fooking love this song, was singing it all the way home (apologies to anyone in the Leeson St/Ballsbridge area woken up by it)

What's it all about, Alfie?
Is it just for the moment we live?
What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie?
Are we meant to take more than we give
or are we meant to be kind?
And, if, only fools are kind, Alfie,
then I guess that it's wise to be cruel.
And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie,
what will you lend on an old golden rule?
As sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie,
I know there's something much more,
something even non-believers can believe in.
I believe in love, Alfie.
Without true love we just exist, Alfie.
Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie.
When you walk let your heart lead the way
and you'll find love any day, Alfie, Alfie.

- Burt Bacharach
(Hal David wrote the music & Cilla Black sang it, but all the credit goes to Bacharach).

[iamthelaw]

"I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England, did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.

tis past, that melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time; for still I seem
To love thee more and more."

Before anyone smites me, I am a fan of this Divine Comedy song, stolen from a Wordsworth poem, but I'm also including to say this is how I feel about Wednesday night drinking. Man I love it. And I've missed it. Only the lure of thefreekick drew me away from leggs on the way home. Till next Wed night then.

[iamthelaw]

Bruce Springsteen - It's hard to be a saint in the city

I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
...
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

Thought this was a Bowie song till I looked it up just now.
The Jesus reference also reminds me of Tom Waits' "Heartattack and Vine":

don't you know there ain't
no devil, there's just god when he's drunk,
well this stuff will probably kill
you, let's do another line,
what you say you meet me down
on heartattack and vine.

see that little jersey girl in the see-through top,
with the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop,
well i bet she's still a virgin
but it's only twenty-five 'til nine,
you can see a million of 'em
on heartattack and vine.