1. |
King of the Balladeers
04:00
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In November 1940 he was born
On Sheriff Street amongst the Dublin poor
The Gods they smiled and blessed him well
They gave him many tales to tell
And a voice that could've stirred even the dead
With a banjo and a song he hit the road
Not caring for the wind, the rain, the snow
His thick red beard grew wilder still
To hear him sing gave such a thrill
The hair rose on the back of yer neck
With songs of liberty
Of sailors on the open sea
Of freedom's price, of tragedy
He couldn't hide his majesty
Everyone could tell he was the king of the balladeers
Everywhere he'd play the venues they were packed
But all too soon the Gods wanted him back
A sickness took him much too young
A little light went out the sun
And the Earth cried when he died in '84
With songs of liberty
Of girls and love and comedy
Of passion and integrity
Tales that end heroically
Everybody knows that he's the king of the balladeers
For what died this son of Roisin was it fame?
Well it all began when Brian chased the Dane
He showed us what it's like to see
A king with true divinity
And to him we owe allegiance to this day
With songs of liberty
Of soldiers, rebels, Connelly
Of drinking, whoring, lunacy
His voice a very symphony
Of sailors on the open sea
Of passion and integrity
Everybody knows that he's the king of the balladeers
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2. |
No Respect
02:50
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We've been reasonable right from the start
All we did was speak straight from the heart
But you kicked us in the teeth
And then you stole from our pockets
All the while you kept a straight face
While we tried to do the right thing
By those no longer here at all
Nobody would help us that's ok
We'll stand here on our own and fight
The right and wrong it's black and white
But still you knocked us down
Still you held your ground so callously
Another year goes by
And we're tired of all the travesties
Does no one here have any heart at all?
In the end we lost you beat us down
We'd have got right up to fight again
But there is nowhere left to turn
You hold the aces
And we're too poor to buy justice
But one day you'll pay for all this
And I hope it's goddam painful
Maybe then you'll spare a thought
For the lives that you have messed with
For the children buried with no dignity
And no respect at all
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3. |
Winter in my Blood
04:38
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He held aloft the crown
Struck from the head of the king
The man we held so dear
We couldn't hear the words
We only saw the gestures
But we sensed the mood and the fear
We made to slip away
Cast aside our uniforms
And somehow make for home the best we could
But there's no one now to trust
Too many who would sell us out
And now there's winter in my blood
I feel the winter in my blood
We passed the city gates
At this time no one knew what was happening
We headed to the west
Running for our lives from what was sure to come
The wrath that we all feared
And I'm tired of the blood and the fear
In days that came to pass
We saw the vengeful horror
That was suffered with glee upon our friends
Well they haven't found me yet
But I know my time is near
I feel the cold, the winter in my blood
I feel the winter in my blood
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4. |
Ace of Spades
03:27
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5. |
Girls of Old Maui
03:15
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Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Through the ice and sleet and rain
I made it through alive it's true
But I'll not be the same
But we're homeward bound 'tis a damn fine sound
With a good ship taut and free
And I don't give a damn that I've not seen
Them girls of old Maui
I'll go to sea no more
Once I'm back upon the shore
Abandon hope and cut the ropes
And go to sea no more
Six long months of hell have passed
And we ain't got far to roam
It's a rough tough life full of trouble and strife
And we're far away from home
But we're homeward bound from the artic ground
With a good ship taut and free
And I don't give a damn that I never did see
Them girls of old Maui
I'll go to sea no more
Once I'm back upon the shore
Abandon hope and cut the ropes
And go to sea no more
Two weeks on land I was drunk and broke
With soldiers on my tail
I fled to the docks where a whaling ship
Was ready to set sail
So now I'm leaving land behind
On a good ship taut and free
With a following wind I may yet see
Them girls of old Maui
I'll go to sea once more
For to hide me from the law
Trust to hope, and knot the ropes
And go to sea once more
Yes I'll go to see once more
Find my rest on foreign shores
Trust to hope, and knot the ropes
And go to sea once more
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6. |
Peat Bog Soldiers
04:00
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Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare
We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor
Up and down the guards are marching
No one, no one can get through
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed wire block our view
We're the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor
But for us there is no complaining
Winter will in time be past
One day we shall rise rejoicing
Homeland dear, you're mine at last
Then will the peat bogs soldiers,
March no more with their spades to the moor
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8. |
The Last Voyage
04:11
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Standing aboard looking back to the shore
Stood a sailor down on his luck
Rueing the time when he lost his mind
And then lost the lady he loved
For many long years well he'd sailed far and near
And he'd been drunk in every known port
But his body was tiring, no longer aspiring
To live where the memories would
What I need is a rest, so he thought to himself
Somewhere far away from the sea
Where the grass it is green and the birds they do sing
And there's ale to drink instead of grog
I'll return to my country and hope for some mercy
And there swap the ship for the horse
Cos my soul it is tiring, no longer aspiring
To be all the things it once could
Well I've set me a course and this ship's gonna take me
Exactly where I need to go
I'm leaving these shores behind
And the wind and the waves they will sweep me away
Far from here to where I have come from
I'm leaving these shores behind
His small crew was broken, his ship it had seen better days
But the wind it was good
Free at long last from the chains of the docks
Well she sailed with no trouble for months
Then with home in sight in the first morning light
She was dashed to a wreck on the rocks
As his body lay dying his spirit was flying
As free as the gulls up above
Well I've set me a course and this ship's gonna take me
Exactly where I need to go
I'm leaving these shores behind
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9. |
Arrows
03:30
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I never picked you as that type
But that’s no surprise at all
Each time I think I’ve learned
I’m put back in my place
That’s the beauty of it all…
Be the change you’d like to be
Don’t be scared of us all
Everything will come
If we’re just prepared to wait
That’s the beauty of it all…
It wasn’t easy to detach
But I’m feeling good overall
If I never aim my arrows
I can’t fail to hit the target
That’s the beauty of it all…
Well I’ll leave you with your life
Seems like the wise thing to do
And while you’re killing time
Don’t forget
That time is killing you…
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10. |
I Stand Enthralled
03:38
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On the day I arrived well they told me
That I wasn't welcome at all
On the day that I left well they wept
For the soldiers that died for us all
He said never complain of your lot
For you chose it before you were born
Something drops from the eyes that were long blind
And now I stand enthralled
In the year I was born well they said
That the King, he would betray us all
In the year that I wed well they murdered my friend
And foretold my own fall
He said never complain of your lot
For you chose it before you were born
Something drops from the eyes that were long blind
And now I stand enthralled...
In the hours of darkness I held fast to love
And leapt over the wall
In the hour of my death they'll still find me here
Fighting and standing up tall
He said never complain of your lot
For you chose it before you were born
Something drops from the eyes that were long blind
And now I stand enthralled...
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11. |
School Days Over
03:11
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12. |
Wallaby Stew
01:14
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