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Oh, it's 6 o'clock and it's time to rock
And me head is beatin' like a drum In the cold grey light, ah I feel like shite And I can't remember last night's fun Then the foreman says "C'mon now boys, Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work" And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night Instead of drinkin' in America Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls And I mix cement by the ton With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun Then I think of her up on Kingsbridge Road Did she mean what she said last night Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here... Livin' in America On me way downtown, I think of that clown And the things that he said last night Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk Oh, I must look a terrible sight Put me makeup on as I watch the sun rise high over Fordham Road Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America Ah, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess And the yuppies are networkin' again Kiss their darlin's goodbye - "oh, we'll be late tonight But we should be home by eleven" Oh, me little dears dry up your tears Your parents are too busy makin' money Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat No sick days or benefits and for Christ sakes don't get hurt The quacks over here won't patch you up unless they see the bucks upfront Lookin' after babies fron crack of dawn 'til dusk Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house Is this what I've been educated for To wipe the arse of every baby in America Now the day is done, take the subway home Squashed up like some sardine in a a can In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam 'Til I'm feelin' half meself again If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright Ah what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained.... And if she takes a chance, she might find romance Now she's livin' in America See him standing there with the ring in his ear And the grin on the side of his face With the fag in his mouth, oh I should watch out For they say that he's a real hard case Should I take me chance or say "no thanks" Ah what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America |
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Oh Maria, I'm so sorry I wrecked your wedding
You've just gotta believe me But just the thought of you takin' your clothes off for that jerk Oh, it got me drinkin' and then suddenly I'm staggerin' into church And I'm dancin' like Baryshnikov all across the high altar Oh I bet that you're still mortified But just think, girl, No one's ever gonna be forgetting The day I wrecked your wedding Oh Maria, I'd get down on my knees girl You've just gotta believe me But just the sight of you in your brand new weddin' dress Oh, it got me so upset And then your father's screamin' and callin' me "You no good lazy punk I always knew you were a drunk" And your mother, she's havin' her 19th nervous breakdown But just think girl No one's ever gonna be forgetting The day I wrecked your wedding Oh Maria, I'll do anything you ask me to, I swear I'll change I'll even give up drinkin', hangin' out with the boys, 'cause I just can't live without your body and you Oh Maria, I'll even sell my strat, give up the band You better believe me, girl, this time it's true Oh Maria, I'll even go out and get a job for you Oh Maria, I'm so sorry I wrecked your weddin' You just got to believe me But 10 years from now this is all goin' to be one big happy memory Oh your old man'll even grow to love me, I'll give him 6 grandchildren I'll be so respectable, I might even run for president, I'll be so electable I'll keep you happy and expectable and forever pregnant That way you'll never be forgetting - the day I wrecked your wedding |
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I got a job in a band called Black 47
I was doin' nothin' special after 11 Oh we learned some tunes and wrote some songs And we bought ourselves a drum machine to keep the beat strong Well we bought the Irish People, the Echo and the Voice And we rang a few bars, said "We got a new noise And it would please us greatly to come on uptown And show you paddies how we get on down" One o'clock, two o'clock, give us a chance All we wanna do is be rockin' the Bronx 3 o'clock, 4 o'clock what does she want? The girl in black leather wants to Rock in the, rock in the Bronx Oh we got a gig in the Village Pub But the regulars there all said that we sucked Then Big John Flynn, said "Oh, no no You'll be causin' a riot if I don't let you go" Then a flintstone from the Phoenix gave us a call When he heard the beat, he was quite appalled "D'yez not know nothin' by Christy Moore?" The next thing you be wantin' is Danny Boy! Chris is chillin' on the uileann but he isn't alone Here comes Freddy on the slide trombone Add a little guitar, Geoff Blythe on the sax Gonna shoot you full of our New York fix Then we went into the studio and made a tape Frank Murray from the Pogues said "I think that it's great" Galigula said "It could be a hit, And if it falls on its face, who gives a shit!" Now everywhere we go we cause a fuss Coz we play what we like and our sound is us It's got a whole lot of hell and a little bit of heaven That's the story so far of Black '47 |
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I remember your eyes from the 12th of July
When the sirens were screamin' and the flames lit the sky And you held me so tight, thought you'd never let go 'Til the bullets exploded on the pavement below And I laid you down next to a burnt out car Screamed out for help but you were gone too far Still got that picture of you locked away from the start Developing inside my fanatic heart I went around in a daze for a couple of years With the blood in my veins frozen over with tears And I did anything that they asked me to do 'Cause all I could see was that picture of you And the young ones passin' by'd say, "how's about you - real hard man" Deep down inside I was just a castle of sand Still had that picture of you locked away from the start Developing inside my fanatic heart Then they took me inside, threw me up against a wall They put electric prods on my chest and my balls And they told me to sign things that I knew weren't true And in the end I did what they told me to do Then they locked me up and threw away the key And left me there with just your memory Now I walk through New York like a grey silhouette Tryin' hard to remember what I'm supposed to forget That look in your eyes on the 12th of July When the sirens were screamin' and the flames lit the sky Hey I sleep with other women and I hold them through the night 'Cause all I want to do is just get on with my life But that picture of you won't let me make a new start It's frozen inside my fanatic heart. |
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darlin, darlin' you've put up with so much
betrayed by your leaders, abandoned by your church i've watched you suffer, now you're older than your years but you still look beautiful, though you're fightin' back the tears you can break down my door, you can even strip search me never gonna take away my human dignity beat me, shoot me, flame keep on burnin' never gonna put out the fire of freedom when we were children, we thought we would be god's anointed but the joke was on you and me 10 years later, we're still searchin' for the sun but i want you to know that our day will come so many hopes and dreams lying in pieces all of us betrayed by politicians' speeches i want you to know, i'll love you forever our dreams will continue in the eyes of our children out in the streets all i hear is violence but the authorities react with silence one law for you, for me it's another things gotta change, oh my sisters and brothers oro 'se do bheatha 'bhaile anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh don't use the colour of my skin as an issue hey politician, your lies are gonna get you chickens comin' home to roost in the white house blood on the streets if you don't shut your big mouth oro 'se do bheatha 'bhaile anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh power to the people sang johnny lennon 20 years later we're back at the beginnin' sick of waitin' round for divine intervention take to the streets if you're lookin' for redemption oro 'se do bheatha 'bhaile anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh |
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Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high
There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye "My name is James Connolly - I didn't come here to die But to fight for the rights of the working man And the small farmer too Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws So hold on to your rifles, boys, and don't give up your dream Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty" Then Jem yelled out "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse They'll never lock us out again and here's the reason why My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die....." And now we're in the GPO with the bullets whizzin' by With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin' each other goodbye Up steps our citizen leader and roars out to the sky "My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die... Oh Lily, I don't want to die, we've got so much to live for And I know we're all goin' out to get slaughtered, but I just can't take any more Just the sight of one more child screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum Or his mother slavin' 14 hours a day for the scum Who exploit her and take her youth and throw it on a factory floor Oh Lily, I just can't take any more They've locked us out, they've banned our unions, they even treat their animals better than us No! It's far better to die like a man on your feet than to live forever like some slave on your knees, Lilly But don't let them wrap any green flag around me And for God's sake, don't let them bury me in some field full of harps and shamrocks And whatever you do, don't let them make a martyr out of me No! Rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a song of freedom Here's to you, Lily, the rights of man and international revolution" We fought them to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky 'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight They shot him in Kilmainham jail but they'll never stop his cry My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die...." |
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Oh, it's 6 o'clock and it's time to rock
And me head is beatin' like a drum In the cold grey light, ah I feel like shite And I can't remember last night's fun Then the foreman says "C'mon now boys, Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work" And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night Instead of drinkin' in America Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls And I mix cement by the ton With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun Then I think of her up on Kingsbridge Road Did she mean what she said last night Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here... Livin' in America On me way downtown, I think of that clown And the things that he said last night Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk Oh, I must look a terrible sight Put me makeup on as I watch the sun rise high over Fordham Road Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America Ah, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess And the yuppies are networkin' again Kiss their darlin's goodbye - "oh, we'll be late tonight But we should be home by eleven" Oh, me little dears dry up your tears Your parents are too busy makin' money Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat No sick days or benefits and for Christ sakes don't get hurt The quacks over here won't patch you up unless they see the bucks upfront Lookin' after babies fron crack of dawn 'til dusk Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house Is this what I've been educated for To wipe the arse of every baby in America Now the day is done, take the subway home Squashed up like some sardine in a a can In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam 'Til I'm feelin' half meself again If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright Ah what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained.... And if she takes a chance, she might find romance Now she's livin' in America See him standing there with the ring in his ear And the grin on the side of his face With the fag in his mouth, oh I should watch out For they say that he's a real hard case Should I take me chance or say "no thanks" Ah what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America |
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On the banks of the Hudson
My love and I lay down Just above 42nd Street While the rain was pouring down When I covered her with kisses The sparks lit up her eyes We made love like mad angels While the Jersey trucks rolled by She said, "Don't you ever leave me Oh, for god sake don't let me down" So I made her all kinds of promises About how I'd always be around But the speed was rippin' through my head I'd only one thing on my mind So goodbye my love on 42nd street If I don't get out of here, I'm gonna die On the banks of the Hudson My love and I lay down Just one more midnight left to kill Then I'm outta New York town I could feel the ice man closin' in I could almost smell his gun But that 20 grand I beat him out of Would help me start again back home And she said, "Don't you ever leave me Oh, for god sake don't let me down Then I thought about what they'd do to her When they found out I'd left town But the fire was racin' through my brain I'd only one thing on my mind So goodbye my love on 42nd Street If I don't get out of here, I'm gonna die Don't say I should have stayed with her You don't know the full story about the girl I only used her just as much as she used me But sometimes you just gotta get out of New York City On the banks of the Hudson My love and I lay down Just above 42nd street While the rain was pouring down When I covered her with kisses The sparks lit up her eyes We made love like mad angels While the Jersey trucks rolled by And she said, "Don't you ever leave me Oh, for god sake don't let me down" But how could I ever take A black girl back to Wexford town Just then the streets of fire turned to blood A yellow Cadillac cruised by And as I raced up 42nd Street The ice man shouted, "Hey Paddy, it's time to die" It's time to It's time to It's time to ... |
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Oh it's midnight on the Bowery and your feet are soakin' wet
And you've drank your last brass farthin' You'd sell your soul for a cigarette And the sounds from CBGB's are comfortin' to you Then you think of the green fields of Ireland And you feel 40 shades of blue Ah you're back on the drink since September And your head feels like a sieve And you know that you're goin' from bad to worse But you just don't give a shit And the hymns from the Sally Army sound heavenly and true Then you think of your friends and your family And you feel 40 shades of blue Ah you've got a great future behind you But you're goin' nowhere fast Just up and down the Bowery from Canal Street to old St Marks And you wonder what she's up to now Did she really find somebody new Ah how the hell could she just walk out like that On your 40 shades of blue And you wonder how it came to this Was it always in the cards Coz workin' is for idiots And you love the smell of bars And the letters that you sent back home Were full of all the things you'd done But they don't say you're down there on Bleecker Street With your hand out on the bum Now the dawn's comin' up on the Bowery And you're heartsick and soakin' wet With your tongue hangin' out for some Irish Rose You'd sell your soul for a cigarette "And someday I'm gonna give up this drinkin' But then maybe someday I'll win the lottery too Then I'll go back home to old Wexford Town And paint her 40 shades of blue" |
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Everything is still not a chicken not a body
Just an awful sicken silence roarin' in my brain And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land An ould wan rolls over on her back The grass stains still green upon her chin I can still hear her keenin' and screamin' in the wind God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell May your black hearted soul rot in hell There's no love left on earth and God is dead in heaven In these dark and deadly days of Black 47 God's curse upon you, Lord Trevalian May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell 'Til England and its empire answer before heaven For the crimes they committed in Black 47 Paudie says "Come on now Don't look back, she's not livin', she's a phantom And she'll curse us if we look into her eyes" Oh God, I think I'm dyin' the fever's in my brain For can't you see that pack of children up ahead? The beards of old men sproutin' from their chins Can't you hear their screams of hunger on the wind? God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell May your black hearted soul rot in hell There's no love left on earth and God is dead in heaven In these dark and deadly days of Black 47 God's curse upon you, Lord Trevalian May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell 'Til England and its empire answer under heaven For the crimes they committed in Black 47 [Incomprehensible] Darlin' Paudie save me, I think I'm sinkin' fast, me blood is boilin' Don't let me die here in a ditch If the hunger doesn't get me the fever surely will Paudie took me up and threw me across his shoulders He nursed me every day 'til we reached Amerikay Screamin' and shoutin' like two madmen at the wind God's curse upon you, Lord John Russell May your black hearted soul rot in hell There's no love left on earth, God is dead in heaven In the dark and deadly days of Black 47 God's curse upon you, Lord Trevalian May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell 'Til England and its empire answer under heaven For the crimes they committed in Black 47 [Incomprehensible] |
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Oh, it's 6 o'clock and it's time to rock
And me head is beatin' like a drum In the cold grey light, ah I feel like shite And I can't remember last night's fun Then the foreman says "C'mon now boys, Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work" And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night Instead of drinkin' in America Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls And I mix cement by the ton With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun Then I think of her up on Kingsbridge Road Did she mean what she said last night Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here... Livin' in America On me way downtown, I think of that clown And the things that he said last night Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk Oh, I must look a terrible sight Put me makeup on as I watch the sun rise high over Fordham Road Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America Ah, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess And the yuppies are networkin' again Kiss their darlin's goodbye - "oh, we'll be late tonight But we should be home by eleven" Oh, me little dears dry up your tears Your parents are too busy makin' money Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat No sick days or benefits and for Christ sakes don't get hurt The quacks over here won't patch you up unless they see the bucks upfront Lookin' after babies fron crack of dawn 'til dusk Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house Is this what I've been educated for To wipe the arse of every baby in America Now the day is done, take the subway home Squashed up like some sardine in a a can In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam 'Til I'm feelin' half meself again If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright Ah what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained.... And if she takes a chance, she might find romance Now she's livin' in America See him standing there with the ring in his ear And the grin on the side of his face With the fag in his mouth, oh I should watch out For they say that he's a real hard case Should I take me chance or say "no thanks" Ah what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here Livin' in America |
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