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Jungleland. Springsteen.

The Rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane

Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand down in Jungleland

The midnight gang’s assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
They’ll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
Man there’s an opera out on the Turnpike
There’s a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night
The street’s alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted explode into rock’n’roll bands
That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they’re gone

Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
The Rat’s own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what’s fantasy and the poets down here
Don’t write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland

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Good thread

Bob

Tangled Up In Blue

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’,
I was layin’ in bed
Wond’rin’ if she’d changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough.
And I was standin’ on the side of the road
Rain fallin’ on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I’ve paid some dues gettin’ through,
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin’ away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
“We’ll meet again someday on the avenue,”
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin’ for a while on a fishin’ boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin’ in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin’ at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I’s just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, “Don’t I know your name?”
I muttered somethin’ underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
“I thought you’d never say hello,” she said
“You look like the silent type.”
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’ on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I’m goin’ back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They’re an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter’s wives.
Don’t know how it all got started,
I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their lives.
But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.

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[SIZE=“5”]BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!![/SIZE]

Whoa oh whoa oh
Whoa oh whoa oh
Vengaboys are back in town
Whoa oh whoa oh
Whoa oh whoa oh
Whoa oh whoa oh
Whoa oh whoa oh

If you’re alone and you need a friend
Someone to make you forget your problems
Just come along baby
Take my hand
I’ll be your lover tonight

[Pre-chorus:]
Whoa oh whoa oh
This is what I wanna do
Whoa oh whoa oh
Let’s have some fun
Whoa oh whoa oh
One on one just me and you
Whoa oh whoa oh

[Chorus:]
Boom boom boom boom
I want you in my room
Let’s spend the night together
From now until forever
Boom boom boom boom
I wanna double boom
Let’s spend the night together
Together in my room

Whoa oh whoa oh
Everybody get on down
Whoa oh whoa oh
Vengaboys are back in town

[Pre-chorus]

[Chorus x3]

Woooo!
Woooo woooo!
Woooo!
Woooo woooo!
Woooo!
Woooo woooo!
Woooo!
Woooo woooo!

Whoa oh whoa oh
Woooo woooo!
Whoa oh whoa oh
Woooo woooo!
Whoa oh whoa oh
Woooo woooo!
Whoa oh whoa oh

Poetic genius!!:clap:

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[SIZE=“6”]Jitterbug!![/SIZE]:thumbsup:

Jitterbug 4

You put the boom-boom into my heart,
You send my soul sky-high when your lovin’ starts.
Jitterbug into my brain,
Goes a-bang-bang-bang til my feet do the same.

But something’s bugging me,
Something ain’t right;
My best friend told me
What you did last night.

Left me sleeping
In my bed.
I was dreaming
But I should’ve been with you instead.

Wake me up before you go-go,
Don’t leave me hanging on like a yo-yo.
Wake me up before you go-go,
I don’t wanna miss it when you hit that high.
Wake me up before you go-go,
'Cause I’m not planning on goin solo.
Wake me up before you go-go,
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high…
Yeah, yeah.

You get the gray skies outta my way,
You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day.
Turned a bright spark into a flame,
My beats-per-minute never been the same.

'Cause you’re my lady,
I’m your fool.
Makes me crazy
When you act so cruel.

Come on baby,
Let’s not fight.
We’ll go dancing,
And everything will be alright.

[Continued]

Wake me up before you go-go,
Don’t leave me hanging on like a yo-yo.
Wake me up before you go-go,
I don’t wanna miss it when you hit that high.
Wake me up before you go-go,
'Cause I’m not planning on goin solo.
Wake me up before you go-go-ah,
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high…
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Jitterbug 2

Cuddle up baby,
Move in tight.
We’ll go dancing tomorrow night.

It’s cold out there
But it’s warm in bed.
They’ll go dancing,
We’ll stay home instead.

Jitterbug

Wake me up before you go-go,
Don’t leave me hanging on like a yo-yo. |
Wake me up before you go-go, |
I don’t wanna miss it when you hit that high. |____ 2
Wake me up before you go-go, |
'Cause I’m not planning on goin solo. |
Wake me up before you go-go-ah, |
Take me dancing tonight _/

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As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it’s dread tatoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia’s Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva’s waves or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light might shine through the foggy dew

Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I’d kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.

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As I was walking down the road
A feeling fine and larky oh
A recruiting sergeant came up to me
Says he, you’d look fine in khaki oh
For the King he is in need of men
Come read this proclamation oh
A life in Flanders for you then
Would be a fine vacation oh

That may be so says I to him
But tell me sergeant dearie-oh
If I had a pack stuck upon my back
Would I look fine and cheerie oh
For they’d have you train and drill until
They had you one of the Frenchies oh
It may be warm in Flanders
But it’s draughty in the trenches oh

The sergeant smiled and winked his eye
His smile was most provoking oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache
Says he, I know you’re only joking oh
For the sandbags are so warm and high
The wind you won’t feel blowing oh
Well I winked at a cailin passing by
Says I, what if it’s snowing oh

Come rain or hail or wind or snow
I’m not going out to Flanders oh
There’s fighting in Dublin to be done
Let your sergeants and your commanders go
Let Englishmen fight English wars
It’s nearly time they started oh
I saluted the sergeant a very good night
And there and then we parted oh

47

Springsteen -Ghost of Tom Joad

Man walkin long the railroad tracks
Goin some place theres no going back
Highway patrol choppers comin up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge

Shelter line stretchin round the corner
Welcome to the new world oder
Families sleepin in their cars in the Southwest
No home no job no peace no rest

The highway is alive tonight
But nobodys kiddin nobody about where it goes
Im sittin down here in the campfire light
Searchin for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and talks a drag
Waitin for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard book neath the underpass

Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rockBathin in the city aquaeduct

The highway is alive tonight
Where its headed everybody knows
Im sittin down here in the campfire light
Searchin for the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said: Mom, wherever theres cop beatin a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where theres a fight gainst blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom Ill be there

Wherever theres somebody fightin for a place to stand
Or decent job or helping hand
Wherever somebodys strugglin to be free
Look in their eyes Mom youll see me

Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobodys kiddin nobody about where it goes
Im sittin down here in the campfire light
Searchin for the ghost of Tom Joad

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[FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2]Jungle life
I’m far away from nowhere
On my own like tarzan boy
Hide and seek
I play along while rushing cross the forest
Monkey business on a sunny afternoon
Jungle life
I’m living in the open
Native beat that carries on
Burning bright
A fire the blows the signal to the sky
I sit and wonder does the message get to you

Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other
Chance tonight
Gimme the other, gimme the other
Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other world

Jungle life
You’re far away from nothing
It’s all right
You won’t miss home
Take a chance
Leave everything behind you
Come and join me
Won’t be sorry
It’s easy to survive

Jungle life
We’re living in the open
All alone like tarzan boy
Hide and seek
We play along while rushing cross the forest
Monkey business on a sunny afternoon

Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other
Chance tonight
Oh yeah
Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other
Night to night
You won’t play
Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other
Chance tonight
Oh yeah
Night to night
Night to night
Gimme the other, gimme the other [/SIZE][/FONT]

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I’ve got something against you
I’ve got something against you
Here we go
I’ve got something against you
I’ve got something against you
I’ve got something against you
I’ve got something against you
I’ve got something against you
Oh yeah, I am one happy prick

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41 Shots (American Skin) - Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band

41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots…
and we’ll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots… cut through the night
You’re kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life

Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
Your American skin

41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots and
Lena gets her son ready for school
She says “on these streets, Charles
You’ve got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise me you’ll always be polite,
that you’ll never ever run away
Promise Mama you’ll keep your hands in sight”

Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain’t no secret
It ain’t no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
Your American skin

41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
(music bit)
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)

41 shots
And we’ll take that ride
Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
And my boots caked in this mud
We’re baptized in these waters
(baptized in these waters)
And in each other’s blood
(And in each others blood)

Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain’t no secret
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
Your American Skin

(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in
(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in
(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in
(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in
(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in
(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in

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Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Blaise Bailey Finnegan III

Interviewer: Well… Where are you coming from?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: (pause) Well… I don’t like the way the country’s ran, don’t you know, and, erm… that’s pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. The government… the American government - they’re sneaky, they’re very deceitful, they’re liars, they’re cheats, they’re rip-offs. I mean, the American government is one systematic government that…that nobody can trust. I don’t trust them myself.

Interviewer: And how long have you been writing for?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Huh?

Interviewer: How long have you been writing for?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Since I was four.

Interviewer: Do you do this sort of thing a lot, like, open-mic kinda questions?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Oh, I love open-mics, I love coming here to do open-mics, absolutely.

Interviewer: What kind of reactions do you usually get?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Usually, people are… are pretty much in agreement with what I’m saying.

Interviewer: We overheard you before talking about… you went to court today for a speeding ticket?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: That’s accurate.

Interviewer: right. Do you wanna tell us that story?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Yes, absolutely, I wouldn’t mind telling you the story. Erm… I went to court today for a speeding ticket, and I told the judge, erm… “Let me tell you something, and you listen and you listen good, I’m only gonna say this one time and one time only, I don’t repeat myself for nobody,” I said. I says… “I’m here to pay a speeding ticket, not to listen to your lectures and hear you run your mouth for an hour.” I says “I’m here to pay off my speeding ticket …and I’m here to get my fines out of the way and get the fuck to work.” The judge says “You can’t talk like that in my courtroom, you’re in contempt of court.” then I said… I told the judge, “If that’s the best you can do, I feel sorry for you.” I said “Why don’t you just shut your fucking mouth for once and listen.” I said “I’m not gonna take any shit.” I said “I’m gonna pay my speeding ticket like I said.” I walked up to the god damn judge and I hand him my 25 dollars and I says “Here’s my money, now I am leaving.”
And I left it at that.

(At this point the interview fades whilst the music grows in intensity)

Then, before I left, I turned around and told the judge “I’m here to state who I am and be honest with you.” I said “If they thought I was dangerous on the road like you’re trying to accuse me of, wouldn’t they have taken my license when I first got it? Yes they would.” And the judge says “Yeah, you have a point,” He goes “You don’t need to get loud,” I said “Don’t get loud?” I says “I’ve got every right to get loud.” I says “You can’t do a god damn thing about it, because I’m expressing myself in your court, and there is nothing you can do about it. You think you’re god because you have a robe and you can put people up the goddamn river for 20 years? Well you’re not.”
And I left it at that.

Interviewer: Did you walk away?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Yes I did… I don’t like the judicial system, I don’t like the government system, I don’t like the police, I don’t like anything to do with this country’s government. I just don’t like it, because… they’re sneaky, like I said - they’re deceitful, they’re lying, they’re cheats, they rip people off. That’s the American government for you. America is a third world country, and people don’t recognise it… and I think that that’s pretty god damn sad, that they don’t recognise their own country as a third world, third rate, third class slum.

Interviewer: Well… Do you have any weapons?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Yes, I do. I own a high-powered assault rifle, I own a 12-gauge double barrel shotgun, I own a regular shotgun, I own a regular hunting rifle, I own a 9mm, a 357, a 45 handgun, a 38 special, and, erm… I own an m-16 fully automatic ground assault rifle…

Interviewer: Do you think things are gonna get better before they get worse?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: No way. Things are just gonna get worse and keep on getting worse. Like I said, America’s a third world country as it is and… and we’re just basically in a hopeless situation as it stands.

Interviewer: What do you think this country’s gonna look like in the year 2003?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Y’know, I’ll tell you the truth - nothing against you guys, but I don’t wanna answer that question because… I haven’t even got a mind that’s that…that inhumane.

Interviewer: are you ready for what’s coming?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Ready as I’ll ever be.

Interviewer: Most people aren’t.

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: There’s a little saying… Dates back for generations…

Interviewer: Go on…

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Be prepared for anything at any time from anybody, don’t take no shit, always stand your ground. People wanna come up to me and run their mouth - guess what? I’ll throw them through the fucking window… I won’t think a thing of it.

Interviewer: Would you mind reciting your poem for us?

Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: Not at all, I don’t see why… I don’t see why I couldn’t.

There’s an evil virus that’s threatening mankind
It’s not state of the art, it’s a serious state of the mind
The muggers, the backstabbers, the two faced elite
A menace to society, a social disease
To brainwash the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy one-upmanship order
Watching beginnings of social decay
Gloating and sneering at life’s disarray
Eating away at your own self esteem
Pouncing on every word that you might be saying
To attack someone’s mind is a social disorder
The constitution, the government, martial law order
Superficially smiling a shake of the hand
As soon as your back is turned treason is planned
When every good thing’s laid to rest
By the governments hate, by the constitution and their lies
And every time you think you’re safe
And when you go to turn away
You know they’re sharpening all their knives
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to relate it
All in your mind
All in your head
Try to escape it
Without a conscience they destroy
And that’s a thing that they enjoy
They’re a sickness that’s in all of our minds
They want to sink the ship and leave
The way they laugh at you and me
You know it happens all the time
But it only happens in your mind
The rats in the cellar you know who you are…
Or do you?
Watching beginnings of social decay…

Interviewer: Thank you for your time.

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Arthur McBride and the Sergeant (Trad arranged and adapted Paul Brady)

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by the seaside
Now, mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning…
Out for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer, intending to camp
For the day being pleasant and charming.

“Good morning ! Good morning!” the sergeant did cry
"And the same to you gentlemen! " we did reply ,
Intending no harm but meant to pass by
For it being on Christmas morning.
But says he, "My fine fellows if you will enlist,
It’s ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the King’s health in the morning.

For a soldier he leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And always lives pleasant and charming…
And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he’s constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning. "

"But ", says Arthur, "I wouldn’t be proud of your clothes
For you’ve only the lend of them as I suppose
And you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do you’ll be flogged in the morning.
And although that we are single and free
we take great delight in our own company
And we have no desire strange faces to see
Although that your offers are charming
And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you would have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot without warning "

"Oh now! ", says the sergeant "I’ll have no such chat
And I neither will take it from spalpeen or brat
For if you insult me with one other word
I’ll cut off your heads in the morning "
And then Arthur and I we soon drew our hods
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
And bade them take that as fair warning

And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their side
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them out, Divils! ", cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the morning ".
And the little wee drummer we flattened his pow
And we made a football of his rowdeydowdow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to row
And bade it a tedious returning

And we having no money, paid them off in cracks
And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs
For we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning.
And so to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning.

Oh me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walkin’ down by the seaside,
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning.

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as loud as hell
a ringing bell
behind my smile
it shakes my teeth
and all the while
as vampires feed
i bleed

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Limerick you’re a lady
Your Shannon waters tears of joy that flow
The beauty that surrounds you
I’ll take it with me love where e’er I go.

While waking in the arms of distant waters
A new day finds me far away from home
And Limerick you’re my lady
The one true love that I have ever known.

As children you and I spent endless days of fun
In winter’s snow or summer’s golden sun
We fished in silver streams, the fabric of my dreams
Was fashioned by your loveliness and so I have to say.

Limerick you’re a lady
Your Shannon waters tears of joy that flow
The beauty that surrounds you
I’ll take it with me love where e’er I go.

While waking in the arms of distant waters
A new day finds me far away from home
And Limerick you’re my lady
The one true love that I have ever known.

The difference time has made, for travellers on their way
Seeking out the beauty of my land
At shrines the children play, and bells ring out to say
Thank God we’re living just to feel the freedom of each day.

Limerick you’re a lady
Your Shannon waters tears of joy that flow
The beauty that surrounds you
I’ll take it with me love where e’er I go.

While waking in the arms of distant waters
A new day finds me far away from home
And Limerick you’re my lady
The one true love that I have ever known.

While waking in the arms of distant waters
A new day finds me far away from home
And Limerick you’re my lady
The one true love that I have ever known.

The one true love that I have ever known…

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Raglan Road(slight cheat as it was a poem first but fuck it -still great)

On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And said let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day

On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion’s pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such
Is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
Known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there
And her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He’ll lose his wings at the dawn of day

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Up The Wolves - The Mountain Goats

there’s bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet
no matter where you live.
there’ll always be a few things, maybe several things
that you’re going to find really difficult to forgive.

there’s going to come a day when you feel better.
you’ll rise up free and easy on that day.
and float from branch to branch,
lighter than the air.
just when that day is coming, who can say? who can say?

our mother has been absent ever since we founded rome.
but there’s going to be a party when the wolf comes home.

were going to commandeer the local airwaves
to tell the neighbours whats been going on.
and they will shake their heads and wag their bony fingers
in all the wrong directions,
and by daybreak we’ll be gone.

I’m going to get myself in fighting trim,
scope out every angle of unfair advantage.
I’m going to bribe the officials.
I’m going to kill all the judges.
it’s going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage.

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Pretty girl on the hood of a Cadilac, yeah…
She’s broken down on freeway nine.
I take a look and her engine’s started,
I leave her purring and I roll on by…bye bye

Free love on the free love freeway,
The love is free and the freeway’s long…
I got some hot love on the hot-love freeway
I ain’t going home cos’ my baby’s gone
A little while later, see a senorita,
She’s caught a flat trying to make it home,
She says “Por favor, can you pump me up?”
I say “Muchos gracias, adios. Bye Bye.”

Free love on the freelove freeway,
The love is free and the freeway’s long
I got some hot love on the hotlove highway,
Ain’t going home ‘cause my baby’s gone.

Little while later I see a cowboy crying,
“Hey buddy, what can I do?”
He says “I lived a good life, had about a thousand women.”
I said “Why the tears?”, he says “‘cause none of them was you.”
Free love on the free love freeway,
where the love is free and the freeway is long…
I got some hot love on the hot-love freeway
I ain’t going home cos’ my baby’s gone

58

KILLING IN THE NAME

Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!
Uggh!

59

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
BORN under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin’
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin’
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

60

Riverside motherfucker

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