I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But theyâve overcome their shyness
Now theyâre calling me Your Highness
And a world screams, âKiss me, Son of Godâ
Most of the taxis and most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash
Into Paddington we did roll with an empty crate of ale
Will had lost at cards and now his Western Mailâs for sale
But Will is very happy though his money all has gone:
He swapped five photos of his wife for one of Barry John
And when times got tough, there was just about enough
But they saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
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'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.
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Drowning in the Blue Nile. He sent me Downtown Lights. I hadnât heard it in a while.
Some people try to pick up girls and get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
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How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world thatâs so cold? (So cold)
Maybe Iâm just too demanding
Maybe Iâm just like my father, too bold
Maybe youâre just like my mother
Sheâs never satisfied (sheâs never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
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A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor!!
I was looking for a job
And then I found a job
And heaven knows Iâm miserable now
This lyric has been recited many times in my house over the last few weeks.
Much to my 17 year old daughterâs annoyance 
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Morrissey appeared on The One Show on BBC once - for some reason.
They were discussing unemployment with some expert and Morrissey was sitting on the couch.
Adrian Chiles asked Morrissey what unemployment was like in the 80âs.
âIt must have been very toughâ
âWell of course I was different - I didnât actually want a jobâ
Everyone seemed horrified.
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Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I canât face
And memories are somethinâ even smoking weed does not replace
And I am terrified of weather 'cause I see you when it rains
Doc told me to travel, but thereâs Covid on the planes
Do do do do, fuck the Tories
I want my
I want my
I want my MTV
It was in the year of 39 when the sky was full of lead.
When Hitler was heading for Poland and Paddy for Holyhead.
I was lying on the grass of Sunday morning of last week
Indulging in my self-defeat
My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted, wrong and beat
This morning on the harbour, when I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore that Iâd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet, the evening on the hill
I told you Iâd always love you, I always did, I always will
I had a sleepless night. Another one.
For some reason âSummer In Dublinâ came into my head. Of course I could remember all the lyrics.
Take me away from this city,
And leave me to where I can be on my own.
I wanted to see you and now that I have
I just wanna be left alone.
Iâ˛ll always remember your kind words,
And Iâll still remember your name,
But Iâ˛ve seen you changing and turning,
And I know that things just wonât be the same.
Ref.
I remember that summer in Dublin,
And the Liffey as it stank like hell,
And young people walking down Grafton Street,
Everyone looking so well.
I was singing a song I heard somewhere,
Called âRockânâ˛Roll Never Forgetâ,
When my humming was smothered by the 46A,
And the scream of a low flying jet.
So, I jumped on a bus to Dun Laoghaire,
Stopping off to pick up my guitar,
When a drunk on a bus told me how to get rich,
I was glad we werenâ˛t going too far.
So, Iâm leaving on Wednesday morning,
Trying to find a place where I can hear,
The wind and the birds and the sea and rocks,
And where open roads are always out there.
And if sometimes I tire of the quiet,
And I wanna get back up that hill,
I just get on the road and I stick out my thumb,
â? Cause I know for sure youâ˛ll be there still.
Ref.
I remember that summer in Dublin.
I canât stop see that sunshine in Dublin.
I wondered how much different the lyrics would be if Liam Reilly wrote it now?
Perhaps as an exercise somebody with access could ask AI to re-write the song for the modern day.
I could be interesting, perhaps even funnyâŚ
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And if you must, go to work tomorrow
Well, if I were you I really wouldnât bother
For there are brighter sides to life
And I should know, because Iâve seen them
But not very often
The Dublin Rose must have read my post.