1. |
Green And White
04:18
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GREEN AND WHITE
We sat there bottle in hand
Singing republican songs
Singing about lost freedoms
In the land that our people are from
Though we lay across the ocean
We never forgot the fight
We’re still here singing rebel songs
Wearing the green and white
Green and white
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2. |
Constantinople
03:08
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CONSTANTINOPLE
You make me dream like Constantinople
The last rites of these days
Running like devils with angels at our backs
Grant me my rite of passage
Like a tempest I will dance with this fury
To personify the wind and the rain
And maybe I’m to blame
Maybe it’s not always black and white
Maybe I just lost myself
In these shades of grey
And maybe I’m to blame
For these mountains crumbling
And maybe I’m to blame
For these broken hearts
Sad and lonely only time
Could steal your beauty
Sifting through the ruin
Elusive forever luminous
And there’s a quiet that humbles me to silence
Flying through the darkness on angel’s wings
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3. |
This Song Is A Bullet
04:09
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THIS SONG IS A BULLET
This song is a bullet for a friend
Who was raped repeatedly by four men
When she was only 17 years old
This song is a bullet for what
Jurisprudence and victim counseling
Could never give back to her
This song is a bullet
This song is the bullet
That ripped through
A young friends head
When he was only 16 years old
He left everyone haunted by questions
That could never be answered
By a closet painted in brains and blood
This song is a bullet
This song is a bullet
For a bastard of a man that I never knew
This song is a bullet
For aggression and abandonment
Instilled in a young heart
This song is a bullet
For the memory of you
This song is a bullet
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4. |
Anything, Anything
03:46
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ANYTHING, ANYTHING
Written by John Easdale.
Published by Binky Music and EMI Longitude Music Inc.
Used with permission.
Originally performed by Dramarama.
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5. |
Guns To The Sky
02:23
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GUNS TO THE SKY
Adrenalin intoxication let it flow
Like rage and hunger just don’t let go
Like guns to the sky
It’s all that really separates us
From the masses and the mundane
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6. |
Whisky Roads
03:40
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WHISKY ROADS
Get up off the ground
The bottle’s being passed around
As the morning light comes shining through
One more before I go and than I’m heading home
To crawl in next to you
Been dancing all night long to those rebel songs
I’d swear we’re never going to die
She said, “baby, where you been?”
I said, “Baby, I don’t know where to begin
But I’ve been drinking all night long”
These whisky roads they lead to nowhere
I hope they lead me home to you
These whisky roads they lead to nowhere
Think I’ve been down this road before
Bottle in my hand I’m making one last stand
My knuckles have been scraped
Down to the bone
Another bar room fight
A few more flashing lights
And then I’m heading on home to you
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7. |
Uisge Beatha
03:08
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UISGE BEATHA (FIRE WATER)
Let the whisky Flow
Uisge beatha and a dram
I’ve got a song in my blood
And the highlands in my heart
Losing control and laughing all the while
Today we’re going down before the sun
Fire water singing songs of the I.R.A.
And hey hey baby it’s ok
Let the whisky flow
Uisge beatha and a dram
I’ve got a song in my blood
And Long Kesh in my heart
Losing control and laughing all the while
Today we’re going down before the sun
Fire water singing songs of the I.N.L.A.
And hey hey baby it’s ok
Let the whisky flow
Uisge beatha and a dram
I’ve got a song in my blood
And a free Ireland in my heart
Losing control and laughing all the while
Today we’re going down before the sun
Fire water singing songs of Sinn Fein
And hey hey baby it’s ok
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8. |
Long Road Back
05:06
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LONG ROAD BACK
Searching for signs of the sun
Through a twelve by four slot
In a concrete wall
The air so thick with violence
You could almost choke on it
I’ve been down
I open my eyes in the morning
The steel bars remind me
Just how low I can get
I sit on my bunk and read a letter
Sent from rural route number one
You’re too cold to cry
And it’s a fight to get by
I’ve been down but not out
I can’t stop thinking of you,
It’s all that gets me through
I’ve been down but not out
This time is unforgiving
For the first time
My memories mean nothing
This time is unforgiving
For the first time
My memories mean everything
I’ve been down
I can still smell the perfume
You sprayed on those letters
I close my eyes; let your smile take me home
Times like this can kill the best of us
It’s a long road back
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9. |
Prayers In Vegas
02:58
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PRAYERS IN VEGAS
The seasons are changing again
There’s always something about
This time of year
That makes me feel like
I’m missing something or someone
It’s getting cold and the leaves are turning
I find myself staring into the distance
And I wait
For a change to come
Like a new day dawning
And I wait
Like a prayer in Vegas
It’s getting hard to draw the line
Between living and killing time
And it gets harder to break away
With every passing day
You always swore that we’d end up here
Well lonesome is as lonesome does
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10. |
Song For Aidan
02:51
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SONG FOR AIDAN
When the days weigh like chains
It’s time to break away
When home calls to your bones
It’s time to settle down
I hope for nothing more than your peace
I hope that you’ll live to be kind
I hope that you’re quick to find your laughter
I hope that you live well
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11. |
The Fields Of Athenry
05:43
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FIELDS OF ATHENRY
For the Bhoys
Written by Pete St. John.
Published by Celtic Music.
Used with permission.
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