This song's for you (part 2)

[starlifter]

The Sound Of Silence

by Simon & Garfunkel


From the album "Best Of Simon And Garfunkel"

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I,"You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

 

[Becka]

Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Toby Keith

American girls and American guys
We'll always stand up and salute, always recognize
When we see Old Glory fly, there's a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night when we lay down our heads...

My daddy served in the army where he lost is right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard 'til the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sisiter and me
To grow up and live happy in the land of the free...

Now this nation I love has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flying in from somehwere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly from our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world like the Fourth of July

Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly, and it's gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell

And you'll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue

Justice will be served and the battle will rage
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage
You'll be sorry you messed with the U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass, it's the American way

Hey Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist
And the eagle will fly, and it's gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell

And you'll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue

 

[starlifter]

by Garth Brooks:

Unanswered Prayers

Just the other night a hometown football game
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame
And as I introduced them the past came back to me
And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be

She was the one that I'd wanted for all times
And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine
And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then
I'd never ask for anything again

CHORUS:
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

She wasn't quite the angel that I remembered in my dreams
And I could tell that time had changed me
Inn her eyes too it seemed
We tried to talk about the old days
There wasn't much we could recall
I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all

And as she walked away and I looked at my wife
And then and there I thankedd the good Lord
For the gifts in my life

CHORUS

Some of God's greatest gifts are all too often unanswered...
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

 

[Simon Darkshade]

Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street,
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way
but for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day,
he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye,
we had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full,
his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and
they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
and a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye,
we had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

His friends assembled at the wake,
and Widow Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake,
then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim, auvreem! O, why did you die?",
"Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye,
we had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake


Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry,
"O Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
and sent her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage,
t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
and a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye,
we had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Mickey Maloney ducked his head
when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim
Now the spirits new life gave the corpse, my joy!
Tim jumped like a Trojan from the bed
Cryin "will ye walup each girl and boy,
t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye,
we had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

 

[Globber]

White Stripes
Truth Doesn't Make A Noise

My baby's got a heart of stone
can't you people just leave her alone
she never did nothing to hurt you
so just leave her alone

The motion of her tiny hands
and the quiver of her bones below
are the signs of a girl alone
and tell you everything
you need to know

I can't explain it
I feel it often
everytime I see her face
but the way you treat her
fills me with rage and I
want to tear apart the place

You try to tell her what to do
and all she does is stare at you
her stare is louder than your voice
because truth doesn't make a noise

 

[Becka]

Blow You Away
Robert Earl Keen


You take off from work a bit early
The boss doesn't care if you stay
The guard with the key has to check your ID
But he'd just as soon blow you away

The cops have stopped ten miles of traffic
They're sorry for all the delay
No need for alarm as they're waving their arms
But they'd just as soon blow you away

Two pretty blondes in a Porsche
Their bumper says We Love L.A.
They look pretty fair but they're crazy out there
They'd just as soon blow you away

You got in some trouble in high school
But you feel like a new man today
You keep to yourself because anyone else
Would just as soon blow you away

You're standin' in front of the teller
She's countin' out all of your pay
There's twenties and ones and there's guards with their guns
And they'd just as soon blow you away

And one old ex-con at the station
Fixes flats in the back of the bay
He winks and he jokes and he borrows a smoke
But he'd just as soon blow you away

You like the new girl at the hotel
She drops your room key in the tray
No words will pass through the buttet-proof glass
Cause she'd just as soon blow you away

You climb up the stairs every evening
To your room right above the café
There ain't much mystique but you pay every week
Cause they'd just as soon blow you away

And you turn out the light that you read by
You pray that you're one of the few
When you're one with the Lord there's just one reward
And they'd just as soon make it come true

The matress is mildewed and lumpy
But you fall asleep where you lay
Under the lump there's a twenty guage pump
Cause they'd just as soon blow you away

 

[Becka]

The Road Goes On Forever and the Party Never Ends
Robert Earl Keen

Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town.
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around.
On Main street after midnight, a brand new pack of cig's,
a fresh one hanging from her lips, a beer between her legs.
She rides down to the river, and meets with all her friends.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

Sonny was a loner, older than the rest.
He was goin' in the Navy, but couldn't pass the test.
So he hung around town, he sold a little pot.
The law caught wind of Sonny and one day he got caught.
But he was back in business when they set him free again.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.


Sonny's playin' eight-ball in the joint where Sherry works
when some drunken out-of-towner put his hand up Sherry's skirt.
Sonny took his pool cue, laid the drunk out on the floor.
Stuffed a dollar in her tip jar, walked out the door.
She's running right behind him, reaching for his hand.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.


They jumped into his pickup, Sonny jammed it down in gear.
Sonny looked at Sherry, said Let's get on out of here.
The stars were high above them, the moon was in the east.
The sun was setting on them when they reached Miami Beach.
They got a hotel by the water, a quart of Bombay Gin.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.


They soon ran out of money but, Sonny knew a man,
who knew some Cuban refugees, who dealt in contraband.
Sonny met the Cubans in a house just off the route,
with a briefcase full of money and a pistol in his boot.
The card were on the table when the law came bustin' in.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.


The Cubans grabbed the goodies, Sonny grabbed a jack,
broke the bathroom window and climbed on out the back.
Sherry drove the pickup through the alley on the side,
where a lawman tackled Sonny and was reading him his rights.
She stepped out in the alley with a single shot four-ten
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.


They left the lawman lying, they made their getaway.
Got back to the motel just before the break of day.
Sonny gave her all the money, he blew a little kiss.
If they ask you how this happened say I forced you into this.
She watched him as his taillights disappeared around the bend.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.


Its main street after midnight, just like it was before,
twenty-one months later, at the local grocery store.
Sherry buys a paper and a cold six-pack of beer.
The headlines say that Sonny is going to the chair.
She pulls back onto mainstreet in her new Mercedes Benz.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

 

[Becka]

Jose Cuervo
Shelly West

Well its sunday morning
And the sun is shining in my
Eye that is open
And my head is spinning
Was the life of the party
I can't stop grinning
I had to much tequllia last night

Jose Cuervo
You are friend of mine
I like to drink you with
A little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys
Did I shoot out the lights
Did I dance on the bar
Did I start any fights

Now wait a minute
Things don't look to familiar
Who is the cowboy whos sleeping beside me
Well he's afful cute
But how'd I get his shirt on
I had to much tequllia last night

Jose Cuervo
You are friend of mine
I like to drink you with
A little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys
Did I shoot out the lights
Did I dance on the bar
Did I start any fights

All those little shooters
How I love to drink them down
Come on bar tender lets have another round
Well the music is playing
And my spirits are high
Tomorrow might be painful
But tonight we're going to fly

Jose Cuervo
You are friend of mine
I like to drink you with
A little salt and lime
Everytime we get together
I sure have a good time
You're my friend, you're the best
Mi oh mi ohhhhh (Tequllia)

Jose Cuervo
You are friend of mine
I like to drink you with
A little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys
Did I shoot out the lights
Did I dance on the bar
Did I start any fights

Jose Cuervo
You are friend of mine

 

[De Lorimier]

Pink Floyd - Wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

 

[Apollo]

"Boris The Spider"
(John Entwistle)
Recorded at Pye Studios, London in October 1966. John’s creepy crawly story, the very first song he wrote for The Who, endured as a live favourite throughout their entire career. The band even played it on their 25th anniversary re-union tour in 1989.

Look he's crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he's up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
BORIS THE SPIDER!
BORIS THE SPIDER!

Now he's dropped onto the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he's as scared as me
Where's he gone now, I can't see
BORIS THE SPIDER!
BORIS THE SPIDER!

Creepy...crawly
Creepy...crawly
Creepy...creepy
Crawly...crawly
Creepy...creepy
Crawly...crawly...
Creepy...creepy
Crawly...crawly
Creepy...creepy
Crawly...crawly...

There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn't seem to move at all
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
BORIS THE SPIDER!
BORIS THE SPIDER!

Creepy...crawly
Creepy...crawly
Creepy...creepy
Crawly...crawly
Creepy...creepy
Crawly...crawly...
Creepy...creepy
Crawly...crawly
Creepy...creepy
Crawly...crawly...

He's come to a sticky end
Creepy...crawly
Don't think he will ever mend
Creepy...crawly
Never more will he crawl 'round
Creepy...crawly
He's embedded in the ground
Creepy...crawly
BORIS THE SPIDER!
BORIS THE SPIDER!

 

[Apollo]

"Whiskey Man"
(John Entwistle)
Recorded at IBC Studios, London, November 1966. John: “I always had trouble singing my r’s. so I double-tracked my vocals. On one track I sang ‘fwend’ and on the other ‘fiend’, hoping they’d come together as ‘friend’.”


Whiskey Man's my friend, he's with me nearly all the time
He always joins me when I drink, and we get on just fine
Nobody has ever seen him, I'm the only one
Seemingly I must be mad, insanity is fun
If that's the way it's done

Doctors say he just a figment of my twisted mind
If they can't see my Whiskey Man they must be going blind
Two men dressed in white collected me two days ago
They said there's only room for one and Whiskey Man can't go

Whiskey Man will waste away if he's left on his own
I can't even ring him 'cause he isn't on the phone
Hasn't got a home

Life is very gloomy in my little padded cell
It's a shame there wasn't room for Whiskey Man as well

Whiskey Man's my friend, he's with me nearly all the time
He always joins me when I drink, and we get on just fine
Just fine

 

[Apollo]

"MY WIFE"
John Entwistle’s only contribution to Who’s Next is unlikely to have been part of Lifehouse and was first played on stage a couple of months after the Young Vic gigs.

My life's in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I ain't been home since Friday night
And now my wife is coming after me

Give me police protection
Gonna buy a gun so
I can look after number one
Give me a bodyguard
A back belt Judo expert with a machine gun

Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane
When she catches up with me
Won't be no time to explain
She thinks I've been with another woman
And that's enough to send her half insane
Gonna buy a fast car
Put on my lead boots
And take a long, long drive
I may end up spending all my money
But I'll still be alive

All I did was have a bit too much to drink
And I picked the wrong precinct
Got picked up by the law
And now I ain't got time to think

Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane
When she catches up with me
Won't be no time to explain
She thinks I've been with another woman
And that's enough to send her half insane
Gonna buy a fast car
Put on my lead boots
And take a long, long drive
I may end up spending all my money
But I'll still be alive

And I'm oh so tired of running
Gonna lay down on the floor
I gotta rest some time so
I can get to run some more

She's comin'!
She's comin'!

 

[Apollo]

TRICK OF THE LIGHT
(John Entwistle)
The guitar-like assault throughout is actually John’s heavily distorted eight-string Alembic bass.


Wide awake in the middle of the night
I wonder how she's feelin'
Is it just a trick of the light
Or is her ceiling peeling?

She's sitting up in bed, shakin' her head
At a copy of "True Confessions"
Ooh, it must seem like a fairy tale
To a woman of her profession

But was I all right? (was I all right?)
Did I take you to the height of ecstasy?
Was I all right? (was I all right?)
Did a shadow of emotion cross your face
Or was it just another trick of the light?

But was I all right? (was I all right?)
Did I take you to the height of ecstasy?
Was I all right? (was I all right?)
Did a shadow of emotion cross your face
Or was it just another trick of the light?

Come on, tell me
What's a nice girl like you doin' in a place like this?
They don't make girls like you no more
And I'd like to get to know you
On closer terms than this
But I guess you've heard it all before

Lady of the night
Won't you steal away with me?
Lady of the night
Won't you steal away with me?

The money's lyin' on the floor, she looks at me
Shakes her head and sighs
Out of time, out the door
Red light shinin' in my eyes

But was I all right? (was I all right?)
Did I take you to the height of ecstasy?
Was I all right? (was I all right?)
Did a shadow of emotion cross your face

All right?
But was I all right?
All right?

 

[napoleon526]

For all the gun-nuts out there...

Saturday Night Special
By Lynyrd Skynyrd

Two feets they come a'creepin, like a black cat do.
Two bodies laying naked, creeper think he got nothin to lose.
So he creeps into this house, unlocks the door;
As the man's reaching for his trousers, he shoots him full of .38 holes.

Mr. Saturday Night Special's got a barrel that's blue and gold;
Ain't good for nothing but put a man six feet in a hole.

Big Jim's been drinking whiskey and playing poker on a losing night.
Pretty soon old Jim starts thinking somebody's been cheatin' and lyin'.
Big Jim commence to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lies;
Big Jim done pull out his pistol and shot his friend right through the eyes.

Mr. Saturday Night Special's got a barrel that's blue and gold;
Ain't good for nothing but put a man six feet in a hole.

Handguns are made for killin'; ain't good for nothing else.
If you like to drink your whisky, you might even shoot yourself.
Why don't we dump em people, to the bottom of the sea,
For some old fool comes around here, and wanna shoot either you or me?

Mr. Saturday Night Special's got a barrel that's blue and gold;
Ain't good for nothing but put a man six feet in a hole.

Mr. Saturday Night Special's got a barrel that's blue and gold;
Ain't good for nothing but put a man six feet in a hole.

 

[boann]

im memory of Rosemary Clooney

sung by Rosemary Clooney
i love musicals
and she sang some of my favorites


All The Things You Are

Lyrics by: Oscar Hammerstein II (O. Greeley Clendenning H. II)
Music by: Jerome Kern (J. David K.)

Time and again I've longed for adventure,
Something to make my heart beat the faster.
What did I long for? I never really knew.
Finding your love I've found my adventure,
Touching your hand, my heart beats the faster,
All that I want in all of this world is you.

You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long.
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the angel glow that lights a star,
The dearest things I know are what you are.
Some day my happy arms will hold you,
And some day I'll know that moment divine,
When all the things you are, are mine!

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Oh! What a Beautiful Morning

Lyrics by: Oscar Hammerstein II (O. Greeley Clendenning H. II)
Music by: Richard Rodgers
From the Film: Oklahoma! 1943 (S) 1955 (M)

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky

Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way

All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
And the little ole willow is laughin' at me

Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way

Oh, what a beautiful mornin', what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way

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Ol' Man River

Lyrics by: Oscar Hammerstein II (O. Greeley Clendenning H. II)
Music by: Jerome Kern (J. David K.)
From the Show: Show Boat 1927 (S)

Here we all work 'long the Mississippi
Here we all work while the white folk play
Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset
Gettin' no rest till the judgment day

Don't look up and don't look down
Ya don't dast make the white boss frown
Bend your knees and bow your head
And pull that rope until you're dead

Let me go 'way from the Mississippi
Let me go 'way from the white man boss
Show me that stream called the River Jordan
That's the old stream that I long to cross

Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River
He must know somepin', but he don't say nothin'
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along

He don't plant taters, and he don't plant cotton
And them what plants 'em is soon forgotten
But Ol' Man River, jest keeps rollin' along

You and me, we sweat and strain
Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain
Tote that barge and lift that bale
Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in ja-ail

I gets weary and so sick of tryin'
I'm tired of livin', but I'm feared of dyin'
And Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along

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What'll I Do

Written by: Irving Berlin (b. Israel Balin)
From the Show: Alexander's Ragtime Band 1938 (S)
From the Show: Music Box Revue of 1923 (S)
From the Film: Big City 1948 (M)

What'll I do?
When you are far away
And I am blue
What'll I do?

What'll I do?
When I am wond'ring who
Is kissing you
What'll I do?

What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?

What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?

When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?

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I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face

Words and Music by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe from the Broadway musical "My Fair Lady"

# 70 hit for Rosemary Clooney (as "…YOUR Face") in 1956

I've grown accustomed to your face
It almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune you whistle night and noon
Your smiles, your frowns, the ups, the downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to your looks, accustomed to your voice
Accustomed to your face

I'm very grateful >>>>> and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
Acustomed to your face

 

[Simon Darkshade]

CABARET - J. Kander / Bob Thiele

What good is sittin' alone in your room
Come hear the music play, yes
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret

Put down that knittin', the book and the broom
Time for a holiday, yes
Life is a cabaret old chum
So come to the cabaret

Come taste the wine, come hear that band
Yes, it's time for celebratin'
Right this way, your table's waitin'

No use permittin' a prophet of doom
Wipe every smile away, yes
Life is a cabaret old chum
So come to the cabaret, yes

Yes, life is a cabaret old chum
Only a cabaret old chum
So come to the cabaret

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you.

No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,

I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd loose somebody like you no,

No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)

Nobody loves no one.

 

[floppa21]

Dear God
by XTC

Dear God, hope You got the letter and
I pray You can make it better down here
I don’t need a big reduction in the price of beer
and all the people that You made in Your image
see them starving on their feet
cuz they don’t get enough to eat, from God
I can’t believe in You

Dear God, sorry to disturb You but
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear
we all need a big reduction in amount of tears
and all the people that You made in Your image
see them fighting in the street
cuz they can’t make opinions meet, about God
I can’t believe in you

Did You make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did You make mankind, after we made You?
And the Devil too?

Dear God, I don’t know if you noticed
but Your name is on a lot of quotes in this Book
us crazy humans wrote it You should take a look
and all the people that You made in Your image
still believing that junk is true, well I know it ain’t and so do You dear God
I can’t believe in, I don’t believe in

I don’t believe in Heaven or Hell
no saints no sinners no Devil as well
no pearly gates no thorny crown
You’re always lettin us humans down
the wars You bring, the babes You drown
those lost at sea and never found
it’s all the same the whole world around
the hurt I see helps to compound
the Father, Son, the Holy Ghost
is just somebody’s Unholy Host
if You’re up there You’ll perceive
that’s my heart upon my sleeve
if there’s one thing I don’t believe in…

It’s You… Dear God

 

[Simon Darkshade]

For Wolfe Tone:

The Boys of the Old Brigade

Oh, father why are you so sad
On this bright Easter morn’
When Irish men are proud and glad
Of the land that they were born?
Oh, son, I see in mem’ries few
Of far off distant days
When being just a lad like you
I joined the IRA.

Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
Oh, Gra’ Machree, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade.

From hills and farms a call to arms
Was heard by one and all.
And from the glen came brave young men
To answer Ireland’s call.
‘T wasn’t long ago we faced a foe,
The old brigade and me,
And by my side they fought and died
That Ireland might be free.

Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
Oh, Gra’ Machree, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade.

And now, my boy, I’ve told you why
On Easter morn’ I sigh,
For I recall my comrades all
And dark old days gone by.
I think of men who fought in glen
With rifle and grenade.
May heaven keep the men who sleep
From the ranks of the old brigade.

Where are the lads that stood with me
When history was made?
Oh, Gra’ Machree, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade.

 

[Wolfe Tone]

Thanks Simon

Come Out Ye Black And Tans

I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat,
And those loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father came home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come tell us how you slew them poor Arabs two by two,
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell,
When you thought him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of '16 were executed?

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
And if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "Godspeed,"
With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's chorus:

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

 

[CurtSibling]

Fistful Of Diamonds

By WASP

Money makes me crazy
Money makes me insane
Diamonds, silver, gold, and precious steel
I want it all It's mine to claim
I hold my hands out, I take it all

I want a fistful, fistful of diamonds
I live for the glory and fame
I want a fistful, fistful of diamonds
The millions are calling my name

Fortune come here to me, it's power that rules the game
Seduction of silver and lawless greed
I love it all, I damn the shame
The root of all evil can hear me call

I want a fistful, fistful of diamonds
I live for the glory and fame
I want a fistful, fistful of diamonds
The millions are calling my name

Solitaire, come cast a spell of magic
The smell of green I stack my dollars high
Intoxicating, my mind's wreaking havoc
A famous face, I get what you can't buy

I want a fistful, fistful of diamonds
I live for the glory and fame
I want a fistful, fistful of diamonds
The millions are calling my name