CAN'T
GET MY HEAD AROUND IT
From the CD I [Shamrock] NY
Sometimes I wake up and
an hour may go by
Then it's there again in the blink of an eye
Things falling apart
The whole point of being irish is realizing
This world will break your heart
I hear the sirens the most blasting past city hall
I see the smiling ghosts plastered up on the wall
Close my eyes at night skies start to fall
All I can say is god help us all
It replays over and over
Can't get my head around it
It's in the air it's out
on the street
Deep despair in the people you meet
You can see it in their eyes that sheer agony
Eyes that seen things nobody should see
I hear the profiteers slinging "now more than ever"
I think now more than ever we should step together
Things will get better but not anytime soon
So look out for each other it's the least we can do
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GATES
OF HELL
From the CD I [Shamrock] NY
Pipers play laments in
the distance
These days you seem to hear them everywhere
A sea of blue standa to attention
The mother walks down the chapel stairs
Through her crying eyes she watches her paddy
As the shoulders carry her son away
Neighbors and friends just shake their heads
Cos they know there's nothing you can say
Folks figure paddy's gone
up into heaven
Cos he went missing at the gates of hell
Now the suns setting down on the rockaway ground
And when it's coming back just no ne can tell
I met him in the canyon
of heroes
When Lord Stanley finally came down Broadway
He was singing and dancing and drinking and laughing
Celebrating until the next day
Now there's a whole new canyon of heroes
Full of people who seem like me and you
But it's no ordinary guy who steps into the tide
And then tells you it's just what I do
I walk into the autumn
morning
Trying to make some sense of it at all
Then a fighter jet flies straight right over my head
And the leaves they begin to fall
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MONTAUK
From the CD I [Shamrock] NY
Cheerios between my toes
kids fightin again
Noise level set at ten
A hundred degrees there ain't nothing to do
Stuck inside like the woman in the shoe
Ya see Brooklyn's a drag when summer comes around
Thank you Walter O'Malley for being six feet in the ground
You took a teem then took a way of life
Now shouldIshout at the kids
No, i'll yell at the wife
I hollered hey baby have no fear
Pack up the gear cos we're outta here
Grab us a cab to the train Flatbush Ave
last stop on the line will do just fine
We reach the beach everything is peach
Hot fun in the sun and no one's got a gun
Bikinis be in my troubles be gone
Roll on you waves roll on
Take me out to Montauk,
Montauk, Montauk
Take me out to Montauk
I love a day on the beach
then a night on the out
So I roll to the shebeen for some cool pints of stout
And then some and then some till my mind gets numb
Doing pints of G til I start acting dumb
I'm chillin' I'm drinkin' I'm fillin' pint sinkin'
Then I call for a cab what the hell am I thinkin'
Insane in the brain or have I completely flipped
Cos neat thing I know I'm on a wicked bad trip
The bouncers pounce me the pints are wack
Get me Ronan, Barry, Dermot cos I wanna go back
To the shebeen cos that's my scene
Where the Guinness is lovely the view so serene
I can play the juke hit the dance floor
Doing mad steps till they show us the door
Sit out side with my girl and just talk
You know what happens next, take me out to Montauk
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HOLY
GROUND
From the CD I [Shamrock] NY
It's been a while since
you went away
How much I miss your touch no words can say
Your friends have been gems
They stop by all the time
Ask me if I need anything
I say no thanks I'm fine
But it's so hard at times when I think time to move on
As the days grow shorter the nights seem so long
I get on the train make my way downtown
To find some comfort at the holy ground
I climbed up the stairs
went down Chambers Street
Past all those places where we used to meet
When I crossed Broadway
The sight came onto view
It was too much to bear for me
My heart it broke in two
As I walked along by the battery
I heard you calling, calling out to me
Take care my love, you'll go on somehow
I'm here for you always at the holy ground
There was a man on TV with
a master plan
Things beyond money he can't understand
Nor dignity he doesn't seem to care
I sat and wondered does he know you're there
Now the businessmen they can plan all they like
And find them selves haunted for the rest of their lives
I stand before the world and I make this vow
No harm shall come to the holy ground
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EI
104
From the CD I [Shamrock] NY
Fill fill a ruan o
Fill a ruan o is na himigh uaim
Fill orm a cuishle is a stor
Agus caoifidh tu an glor ma uillean thu
Suil mise thall is abhus
I mo grainne oighe da rugadh me
S'ni fhacadh on iontas go foill
Mar an sagart o'dhonaill na mhinistir
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WAKE
UP IRISH MAN
From I [Shamrock] NY
Wake up! Wake up! Wake
up Irishman!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up Irishman!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up Irishman!
Sectarian hatred me no understand!
First of all we must integrate
Respect each other, decide our own fate
Marvin gay said only love can conquer hate
Send the soldier boy home peace can never come late
Protestant brothers I have
but one plea
Look around you what do you see
Glenbryn, Ardoyne the same poverty
And when you head for London they call you paddy
Paddy over here! Paddy over there!
No Irish, blacks or dogs gonna get a room here
Overcome your fear, your head will get clear
The voice of reason you'll be able to hear
Let the Englishman rule
the English nation
Let the bishop man rule the church
Give the Irishman self determination
That's the only way that things are gonna work
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C'MON
YA BOYZ IN GREEN
From the CD I [Shamrock] NY
Cead mile failte, aris
mo chara
Pack up your bags tell your partner sayanara
Slainte my brother have another cold one
We're bouncin' to Japan
We'll be coming from New York and Glasgow
London and Toronto, Belfast and Ballymun
What can I say a invasion's underway
To the land of the rising sun
Number one, itchi ba in Japanese
Itchi ba supporters, itchi ba team
Win, lose or draw loyal to the core
No matter the score
Tell papa san to pour some more
Oh mother dear I'm over here
I might never be coming back
What keeps me here is the sushi and the beer
The geishas and the craic
So let's get it on in two-oh-ha
two
We're heading to Japan with a serious crew
I wanna hear you shout I wanna hear you scream
C'mon c'mon ya boyz in green!
C'mon c'mon ya boyz in green!
C'mon c'mon ya boyz in green!
C'mon ya boyz in green!
Hip hop e hip hop e hip
hop ole
Let me tell you about the Irish team with no delay
For a start they got heart serving goals ala carte
On the case at a fierce pace, quit gruntin' I'm frontin'
Or i'll give you the gas face
They're slammin', they're jammin', foes beat is srammin',
You just can't beat'em you can even try to beat cheat them
So sit back relax have some saki and some fried fish
Just remember that you'll never beat the Irish!
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U.N.I.T.Y
SQUAD
From the CD I [Shamrock] NY
U.N.I.T.Y. Squad
Ya know we gonna do it
Ya know we gonna do it
Ya know we gonna do it
Cos we go with the Flo
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THANK
YA HIGHA
From the CD I [Shamrock] NY
I was lying in bed I was
falling asleep
I had stopped asking anyone for my soul to keep
Then comes a dreaded phone call in the middle of the night
Next thing I'm down on my knees trying to put things alright
And I wanna thank ya higha
And I've gotta thank ya higha
I was once blind
Now it's clear to see
So I've gotta thank ya higha
Life can be cruel baby
life can be tough
You've got to keep it cool when thorn patches get rough
You can be beaten up badly it may seem like the end
But if you hold onto your faith you're gonna rise up again
Now this whole world's
standing on one big line
You gotta face the fact that your time is your time
You can stay in your corner you can come out and fight
Live every day like your last and one day you'll be right
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CONAS
A TA TU
From the CD I [Shamrock] NY
I love this thing, this
thing of ours
If it ends tomorrow well we took it pretty far
This thing, this thing of ours
We travel the planet so fuck the stars
And their industry's just a joke to me
Crying recession, deep depression,
Recession? Yeah that's right
A recession in original expression
But that's another world
From the one that we live in
Respect can't be all take and no giving
This one' here's for the Seanchai crew
To our people worldwide, conas ata tu
To the Belfast crew, conas
ata tu,
To the Dublin crew, conas att tu,
To the Glasgow crew, conas ata tu,
To the narrowminded fascists, pog mo thoin
To
To
To
To the booking double agents, pog mo thoin
To our people in London,
conas ata tu,
To
To John Gallagher, conas ata tu,
To the Celtic shlockers, pog mo thoin
All around the world we
doing it unhyped
Ourselves alone cos ya know the time is ripe
Attention in the terminal listen up folks
Urgent message for them jokes the Strokes
Who you saying's not too smart Richie Rich
Two Nine and Lex anytime you wanna start bitch
But enough about them they'll be gone in a minute
Now where was I let me retry
All around the world we doing it well
To our friends much love, haters can go to hell
Where we dwell you know we love you
To the greatest city in the world,
Conas ata tu
To New York City, conas
ata tu,
To my boys out at shesa, conas ata tu
To Yankee baseball, conas ata tu
To John Rocker, pog mo thoin
To Brooklyn, USA, conas
sts tu
To the boogie down Bronx, conas sts tu,
To Staten Island Steve, conas ata tu,
To Sex and the City, pog mo thoin
To Hal Jackson, conas ata
tu
To Red Alert, conas ata tu,
To Idiots Delight, conas ata tu
To the radio bandits, pog mo thoin
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A
SUNDAY AT THE TURN OF THE CENTURY
From the CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
Pint glass of water
At the side of the bed
Ain't nothing like the uisce
To clear up the head
The morning after
The night before
One of these days
I'm gonna split before four
Run for the door
Yelling please sir, no more,
Walk the straight and narrow
Pure like the Corrs
Next week I swear
Then I say a little prayer
Thank you God
For another days light
No need to go to mass
Cos I went last night
Pull up the shades
Invent a cliché
Sunday finally
Lived up to its name
Super looking sun
Throw on New York One
Don't need a coat
It says seventy one
Out the door onto the street
People to meet, places to go
And when the sun goes down
Do a Seanchaí show
So keep this disk rolling
If you want to roll with me
On a Sunday, at the
turn of the century
Some say Saturday's
A phatta day
Ix nay, Sunday's a humming day
Don't let Monday
Get in your way
You'll be dead a long time
So cut the cards and lets play
That's right,
Lets play anything at all
Sundays for chilling
Not for shopping at a mall
Attention shoppers!
Special deal buyers!
Courtesy of the kids
Kathy Lee lets us
hire
Throw her phony ass
To the Molly McGuires
Liars!
All these celebrity
shills
They know the dough
Don't grow on the
hills
Uh-Oh! I'm supposed
To keep this track
mellow
My God Seanchaí,
You're such an angry
fellow
Hello!
I'm just sharing
what I see
On a Sunday, at the
turn of the Century
Call me a block-o-phile
Cos I love where I am
That tight knit shit
Like in Summer of Sam
Where you know everybody
And they all know you
I got their back
And they got my back too
On a Sunday afternoon
The whole block is alive
The young, the old, the between,
And I've decided for today
I'm gonna plant my ass here
In my own stratosphere
Where I can see clear
I'm having a smoke
Watching kids running wild
I'm fully awoken
By a Spanish girl's smile
Sit on the stoop
And have a good think
Container of coffee
Feel I'm on the brink
Of another great day
Like when the seven gets to Shea
Roman holiday, happening per se
Like Joey used to say
Gabba Gabba Hey!
On a Sunday, at the turn of the Century
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Let
Me Tell You Where You're From
From the CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
I see you with your friends
Hanging out
You're my little man
No doubt
And that's the part
That kinda got me worried
Kids these days
Getting old in a hurry
Everyday gun play
By some crazy motha
Shooting up schools
For no good reason other
Than they're scared and confused
Life's unfair so they choose
To cock the glock
And make the six o'clock news
Which comes on the box
Right after Jerky Springer
Waving his finger
At some studio ringer
Talk show whore
Making fun of the poor
A punch in the jaw
Crowd roars for more
Like that wrestling federation
It's a negative vibration
Across the nation
Television's on
Pushing 'Leprechaun'
So pull out the plug
And let me tell you something son
Let me tell you where you're from
First thing,
One time we were kings
Under Brehon law
Fair to the weak and the strong
But thugs came in
So called aristocratics
Crossed the sea
Gave us some static
Have you heard before
About Fiach O'Byrne at Glenmalure
Picked up his sword
Showed Lord Gray the door
But An Gorta Mór
Nearly wiped us out
So we were poor
By the time we came out
To Brooklyn, U.S.A.
Worked like slaves
For no pay
Both my Grandfathers
Fought for their due
The I.R.A became the T.W.U.
But once more
Thugs knocked on the door
And once more son
We went to war
For five years in Burma
Da was in the zone
Uncle Andrew,
Uncle Hughie,
They never made it home
So take some time out,
Remember what they done
And let me tell you something son,
Let me tell you where you're from
I see you on the street
You make me proud
Keep your two feet
On solid ground
Confrontation everywhere
You turn your head
With no foundation
You'll be easily led
By all the wrong folks
For all the wrong reasons
Leave them on the shelf
Look within your self
And keep it mind son
You come from a tribe son
You've got the heart
Of a lion son
That's how we've survived son
So don't be no thug
But don't be no herb either
Don't give no one shit
But don't take no shit neither
To know where you're going
You gotta know where you're from
And let me tell you something son
Let me tell you where you're from
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I
AM GARVAGHY ROAD
From the
CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
[chorus]
I am Garvaghy Road
I demand equality
I am Garvaghy Road
There'll be no more walking on me
I'm sick and tired of the
hype
Surrounding Drumcree
Same old shit from CNN to RTE
Two tribes go to war
Ancient enemies!
Stubbornness on both sides
May threaten the peace
It's a cultural right
Peoples history, regarding the latter
I'd have to agree
Since the states creation
Ruled by domination
Through intimidation
And humiliation
To cause isolation
To a population
It's an aberration
Not a proper nation
As far as cultural rights
Regarding supremacy
I'm no better than you
And you're no better than me
I'm no better than you
And you're no better than me
chorus
Blair dares to talk of
democracy
Impartiality? Hypocrisy!
Fronting about like he's some referee
Just like them bastards in the R.U.C.
Standing around while Hamill's
Kicked to the ground
From London and Dublin
You don't hear a sound
Tell them round Portadown
Croppy's not lying down
Tell them round Portadown
Croppy's not lying down
The lower Ormeau's getting
Dragged over glass
Saying second class no more
And until that day like Marley
Said, everywhere is war,
Everywhere is war,
Everywhere is war,
chorus
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THIRTY
YEARS ON
From the CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
Heard a song today
Brought me back to the day
As far back as I can go back
In my mind, to another time
And I'm helping my Mom with the dishes
In the kitchen, kneeling on a chair,
Drying silverware, when my Mom
Started singing this beautiful air...
In Mountjoy Gaol,
one Monday morning,
High upon the gallows tree
Kevin Barry gave his young life
For the cause of liberty
Just a lad of eighteen Summers
Yet there's no-one can deny
As he walked to death that morning
He proudly held his head up high
Fast forward Summer of
eight one
Can't believe what this wicked
woman's done
Everyone can see their cause is just
Strummer's wailing the phonies
Have bitten the dust
Trust in politicians?
Never again, Reagan, Thatcher,
The Gombeens, the Shoneens,
They're all the same in the end
No greater love hath man
Than to give his life for a friend
And you dare to call me
a terrorist
While you look down your guns
When I think of all the deeds
That you have done
You have plundered many nations
Divided many lands
You have terrorized my people
You've ruled with your iron hand
And you brought this reign of
Terror to my land
Here we are at the turn
of the Century
Through green tinted shades
I no longer see the enemy
I see Beamers racing up the road
Celtic tigers roaring over cell phones
You don't need guns to keep
the people down
Just give them T.V.s
On estates outside of town
Make them want things
You know they'll never have
Then give them heroin
To get under their skin
Like Connolly said, 'when the
Fighting stops the real war begins'
Where, oh, where is our
James Connolly,
Where, oh, where is that gallant man,
He's gone to organize the union
So the working people, they might
be free
('Joe McDonald' written
by Brian Warfield; 'James Connolly' written by James Galvin)
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ARE
YOU READY
From the CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
[chorus]
Are you ready
Are you ready
I got the squad gonna rock you hard
Are you ready
Are you ready
Cause we don't rock 'n' roll
we rock steady
I discovered many many
moons ago
Got Rhymes in my mind no problemo with the flow
Picked up the mic gave ya 'Time To Go'
Kicked it up high with
'Paddy - A - Go -Go'
You know the name that stayed
with the game
Seanchaí the outlaw rapparee
Painting ya pictures Helen Keller
could see
Nine out of ten experts agree
If you gonna do something ya gotta do it right
Off the hook every Sunday night
Get on up no time to relax
In the mean time can I get some sax
chorus
To that DJ round Dublin
town
Like Joe Pesci said you amuse me like
a clown
Heard it from a bird ya put out the word
New York bound and you wanna get down
Bring your crew I'll believe it when I see' em
If you gonna do I think you're gonna need 'em
If they like you I can't wait to meet 'em
You're full of more shit than that Brooklyn Museum
Step back son don't fuck with me
I've forgotten more shit than you're ever gonna see
Stay out of my path from Belfast to Baile Cliath
Now you heard the story from a Seanchaí
chorus
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IT'S
ALRIGHT
From the CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
Say It's alright,
Say It's alright,
Say It's alright,
have a good time cause
it's alright
it's alright
Were gonna move it slow
when lights are low
When ya move it slow sounds like more
and it's alright
Now listen to the beat
Kinda pat your feet
You got soul now everybody knows
that it's alright
When you wake up early
in the morning
Feeling sad like so many of us do
Hum a little soul make life your goal
And surely something's got to come to you
It's alright
have a good time
cause say it's alright
Now everybody clap your
hands
Now give yourself a chance
You got soul now everybody knows
that it's alright
One day I'll find me a
woman
Who will love me and treat me real nice
Then our roads got to go
And my love she don't know
From morning noon and night
And she's got to say it's alright
Say it's alright
Have a good time cause it's alright
Now everybody clap your hands
Now give yourself a chance
You got soul everybody knows
that it's alright
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THE
FIELDS OF ATHENRYE
From the CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
By Lonely prison walls
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyan's corn
So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship
Lies waiting in the bay
[chorus]
Low lie the fields of Athenrye
Where once we watched
The small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenrye
By lonely prison walls
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary
When you're free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled they shot me down
Now you must raise our child
In dignity
chorus
By lonely harbor walls
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship
Sailed out against the sky
She lives in hope
And prays
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenrye
chorus
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LIVE
A LITTLE AND DANCE
From the CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
Learn a little
Laugh a little
Live a little and dance
Round the house, mind the
dresser
Everybody in the house, fáilte dementia
Living the funk, giving the funk daily
Who put the funk in the funky ceilí
A nation once again under a groove
So move! Get yourself on the floor
So move! Or get out the door
Live a little and dance
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NEON
BEACON
From the CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
Eyes born for hardship
Seen some in her time
I knew right from the get go
The right thing was to let go
How can things that never started
Still come to an end
I'm walking down the street with
A tortured heart to mend
Then I see it in the distance
Although it wasn't bright
I found myself drawn to it
Like a moth is to a light
A lighthouse guides a sailor
Safe and sound to the shore
I could hear McGowan blaring
As I opened up the door
[chorus]
Neon Beacon
Bring me somewhere warm
Neon Beacon
Shelter from the storm
Neon Beacon
Guide me through the night
Neon Beacon
Make me feel more right
Folks are toasting to success
Some folks are coasting to fail
There's two usual suspects
Lined up along the rail
Mike's on the fire
And Tommy's on the cops
Two guys exchanging lies
And both them on the schnapps
They say they drink to forget
To keep their minds from snapping
In a couple of hours
Remember things that never happened
Two nurses down the end
Nursing vodka since midnight
One's saying 'all men are pigs'
The other says, 'ah....you're so right'
chorus
Beetle Bailey's by the
jukebox
I think she's on her own
So being raised a gentleman
I'll offer to walk her home
She's got a nose like Ringo
Glasses like John Lennon
Five minutes from closing
She's looking better every second
I step up to the plate
She's says 'you gotta be kidding me
I'm outta here boy'
She screaming like a banshee
In a far from gentle whisper
'tell a soul and you're a goner,
Wait for seven minutes, love,
And meet me round the corner'
chorus
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GETTIN'
GRAND
From the CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
The music's getting low
We're holding on tight
That time of night
When it's all feeling right
C'mon away with me
And stay with me
Let's have a dream
Before we go to sleep
Between the sheets
Is where I wanna meet ya
And greet ya
And then I wanna treat ya
Like the queen that ya are
You're my shining star
Tonight we're gonna cross
That bridge too far
To Shangri-La and back
To our cul-de-sac
Rubbing your neck
Massaging your back
From head to toe
And every inch in between
Like morphine
I wanna swim in your stream
I wanna be your lover
I wanna be your man
And it's time baby
For Gettin' Grand
This will be a night to
remember
Feeling your body next to mine
Take my hand, we'll go there together
You make me feel so lovely inside
The bridge is backed up
So we jet through the tunnel
Back of the cab not so bad for a cuddle
If you're subtle enough
But them potholes are rough
So let's wail till the crib
To get to the good stuff
And get there we do
And I admire the view, of you,
Laying down beside me on the bed,
It's true, every single word the that I said
I'm gonna take you girl
To you and me world
Straight up girl
You're my diamond
You're my pearl
You're gonna like it a lot
When I find the right spot
Lick a shot, get hot and what not,
Getting it on for as long as we can
Because it's time baby
For Gettin' Grand
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JOHN
OF DREAMS
From the CD A Sunday at the Turn of the Century
When midnight comes
And people homeward tread
Seek now your blankets
And your feather bed
Home is the rover
His journey's over
Yield up the night time
To old John of dreams
Yield up the night time
To old John of dreams
Across the hill
The sun has gone astray
Tomorrow's cares are
Many dreams away
The stars are flying
Your candle's dying
Yield up the night time
To old John of dreams
Yield up the night time
To old John of dreams
Both man and master
In the night are one
All things are equal
When the day is done
The prince and the ploughman
The slave and the free man
All find their comfort
In old John of dreams
All find their comfort
In old John of dreams
When sleep it comes
The dreams come running clear
The hawks of morning
Cannot harm you here
Sleep is a river
Flows on forever
And for your boatman
Choose old John of dreams
And for your boatman
Choose old John of dreams
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REBEL
HIP-HOP
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
[chorus]
Rebel hip-hop we swing the rebel hip-hop
This ain't no stoop dawn
low party,
Though part we do come to the brew,
I'm familiar with a few as is my crew,
Very very true, but there's more to this game
Than parties 'n' good times, Lexus 'n' cocaine
Gold chains and clever rhymes,
I see chains as somethin' ta be broken,
Wrap 'em round ya neck look it you're chokin',
On the same old thing that keeps the people down,
Ya should know by now a real king wears no crown.
Visachi, Hilfiger, Minks or Sable,
When I shop for gear I look for the union label.
Materialism rules on this ship of fools,
Hoist the colors, owner drools, black 'n' white,
Orange, green, Same old scene split the team.
Steerage walks the plank, captain's laughin'
All the way ta the bank, not sure who's the enemy
Switch on ya TV they're hidin' in plain sight.
We swingin' rebel hip-hop into the millennium
Step aside amadan or face Armageddon.
chorus
Tell me Seanchai tell me
Seanchai
Tell me what's the story,
Tell me Seanchai tell me Seanchai
Tell me what's the story
James Connelly, Che Guevera,
Malcom X, Ho-Chi-Min.
Like Yeats' third O'Byrne, I'm diggin' in,
That's what I'm sayin' by the rebel hip-hop,
We up off our knees and ya know we won't stop.
Brought it back to the
Mother Land,
The land of saints 'n' scholars,
Cuchulain 'n' Bobby Sands,
Ripped it up, left 'em in a trance,
Thou shall not worship false lords of the dance.
Or that other punk fool, from Dorans DJ Simon,
His Celtic tiger ass devoured by a lion (Go Keiran),
In a three way race Simon came in fourth.
After rumblin' in Dublin, we headed for the North,
We staged the battle of the beats,
Not the Battle of the Boyne, throwin' it down
From Springhill to the Ardoyne.
Ten thousand fenian bastards pumpin' their fists,
Jammin' the verse not sayin' they any better,
But sure as fuck ain't any worse than any other
Group of people, Unrepentant yeah!
Me still 'n' we still Seanchai & the Unity Squad
And we' rockin' ya world 'n' we rockin' it hard.
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718
BABY
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
[chorus]
718 baby 718 girl
Skiddin' down the runway,
headed for Jamaica Bay,
Close my eyes 'n' pray, let me live ta smoke another day,
Kennedy gonna be the death of me, got my baby ta see, taxi, taxi,
She's waitin' at home, so ta Brooklyn I roam,
She said we're all alone from the wall pull the phone,
Throwin' the bone, hittin' the zone makin' her moan,
There's no place like home.
Spoon me three hits of sugar, Peter Lugar
Start it up again time to say when.
Get some rest didn't know you were asleep,
But when I woke up in the bed,
I was in even deeper, even deeper, even deeper in love,
Dear God up above! State of the nation,
Total elation, lovely creation, 'n' she's sevenoneation,
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Loungin' in the satin 'n'
I'm feelin' real fat 'n'
I'm thinkin' ya can take money makin' Manhattan,
Cause keepin' it real is true sex appeal,
I'm flush at the wheel, she's cookin' up a meal,
Spaghetti 'n' veal a bottle of vino, you know the deal,
Put on a little Dino cause he know,
Life is for the livin' like Keno, gotta be in it ta win it,
'n' I'm in once again and again if I can,
Fillin' up her cup until she says when,
Feelin' the ceilin' ta Sexual Healin,
'n' we don't stop 'till we both drop.
Third Base gave praise to the Brooklyn Queens,
'n' ya can add Shaolin and the Bronx to the team,
So before you make that
call settin' up a date,
Let your fingers do the walkin' to the 718.
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SOMETHING
INSIDE SO STRONG
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
The higher you build your
barriers,
The taller I become,
The further you take my rights away,
The faster I will run,
You can deny me,
You can decide to turn your face away,
[chorus]
There's something inside so strong,
I know that I can make it,
'Though you're doin' me wrong, so wrong,
You thought that my pride was gone, oh no,
There's something inside so strong.
The more you refuse to
hear my voice,
The louder I will sing,
You hide behind walls of jerico,
Your lies will come tumbling,
Deny my place in time,
You squander wealth that's mine,
My light will shine so brightly
It will blind you,
chorus
Brothers and sisters,
When they insist you're just not good enough,
Yes we know better,
Just look them in the eyes and say,
We're gonna do it anyway
We're gonna do it anyway,
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SPORTIN'
PADDY
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
Sportin' Paddy mack daddy
Rollin' in a stolen Caddy
Cruisin' down to Clare
'Cause he digs the music there
Speakers blowin' tunes flowin'
Never find the time going
Roars the Shamrock Shore
Lilts the Bucks of Oronmore
Don't go for any foolin'
When he's headin' down to Doolin
Meet the man Tony McGann
Servin' pints to beat the band
Up stood a cat called Kelly
He said Paddy what's the deal?
Sportin' Paddy mack daddy said:
Yo Nicky Keep it Reel.
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HOLD
ON
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
[chorus ]
Hold on, brother man me beggin' ya hold on
Hold on, hold on and remain strong,
Hold on, all my sister in me beggin' ya hold on,
Hold on, one day they'll be liberation.
Jesus Christ lord have
mercy now,
Let all the people yes shout out wow,
I am the DJ who no come back again,
Tell all the people who no solve problem,
Sellassie I the teacher, him ah de preacher,
Give you the guidance lead us to the scripture,
Listen to the words I come
to utter,
We no dread lox, we no born rasta,
Just a simple man from the land of Bermuda,
Passin' the word to the ghetto area.
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Tell me who, tell me who,
gets respect due
Tell me who, tell me who, is it me or is it you,
Tell me who, tell me who, gets respect due,
Tell me who, tell me who, the gentile or the Jew,
Not commander in chief or governor general,
School teacher Ms. Brown or the head principle,
It's Jah, Jah the holy father
Who gives us the light people beg for
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It's not a game, it's a
goddamn shame,
People can't stand up and take the blame,
I don't want election, I don't want fame,
Guy who shot the Pope, didn't get the rope,
Special audience, forgiving envelope,
Take a horse to the water, but ya can't make him drink,
Just as titanic yes it did sink,
Close minded people are always on the brink.
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DO
IT AGAIN
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
Do it again take me back
in the day,
To that land of milk 'n' honey California,
A big wheel doin' spins down
A tree lined Boulevard, hot rods
'n' bronze gods 'n' no one actin' hard.
Friday nights on the box
Every body had it made, there was
The Bradys, Pete Dixon 'n' Ruben Kincaid,
'n' when the Winter winds blew cold
'n' bit up in my face,
I'd reach out for Brian Wilson
To bring me to a better place.
Sweet chords paint surf boards,
Palm trees 'n clam seas,
A blonde in just a sun tan,
Layin' on the white sand,
I quickly get the notion,
Lend a hand with her lotion,
Put my plan into motion,
But just like the ocean she's gone
But that's alright, on a snowy Sunday night,
That was the best trip I ever been on.
It's automatic when I talk
with old friends,
The conversation turns to girls we knew when
Their hair was soft 'n' long
'n' the beach was the place to go.
Their suntanned bodies and the waves of sunshine
The California girls and the beautiful coast line
With warmed up weather lets get together
'n' do it again
And with a girl the lonely
sea
Looks good in moonlight,
Makes your night times warm
And outta sight
Well I've been thinkin'
bout all the places
We surfed 'n' danced 'n'
All the faces we missed so let's get
Back together 'n' do it again.
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ELEVEN
O'CLOCK CLICHÉ
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
Good evening all ya suckers
Out in TV land
Tonight's lead story is ta make ya understand
Television news is an oxymoron
Us folks at the network presume you're a moron,
First we hire talkin' heads, faces you'll trust,
No New York accents, good hair is a must,
Shiny white teeth with nothin' underneath
The surface is a surplus.
Pay 'em mad money to read a teleprompter,
Script them fake questions to add to the drama,
Mobile vans 'n' our own helicopter
For shear fear gear here comes the show stopper,
Look up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!
No it's Doppler four thousand
Slight chance of rain.
[chorus]
Time now for the eleven o'clock cliché
Time now for the eleven o'clock cliché
Time now for the eleven o'clock cliché
eh! eh! eh! eh! eh! eh! eh! eh!
One thing I should learn
ya
Back here on terra firma
Is there ain't a broadcast better
Than one startin' with the weather
Winter storm ninety seven
Tune in at eleven
Slightest hint of white stuff and
We're in seventh heaven
Break out them cameras, zoom in on them roads,
How ya coping with an eight of an inch of snow?
After the weather we'll show ya how
To live forever
How to raise your kid, common sense?
God forbid!
What meat to eat,
How to beat the heat,
How to treat your feet,
We'll show you how to cross the street.
A few other things deserve a couple
Of mentions…Hold on!
Back in thirty seconds.
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Two News, News Four, Eyewitness
Seven,
Fox Five, UPN Nine, WB channel eleven,
Lame nicknames all playin' the same game,
And that's numbers
Who can keep the most minds numb?
Just cause we act stupid
Don't think that we're dumb
Feed the sponsor greed our primary creed
In other words sell ya shit ya don't need
Indeed we're the glue that keeps the system together
Corporate world and us, birds of a feather
No doubt! Money's what we're all about
So like Leary said:
Tune in,
Turn on,
And drop out!
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DA
HUCKLEBUCK
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
Now here's a dance you
should know
Baby when the lights are down low,
Won't ya grab ya baby then go,
Do da hucklebuck, do da hucklebuck,
If ya don't know how ta do it
Man you're outta luck,
Push ya baby out then ya hunch her back,
Start a little movement
In ya sacroiliac,
Wiggle like a stick, wobble like a duck,
That's what ya do when ya do da hucklebuck.
Now here's a dance you
should know,
Baby when the lights are down low,
Won't ya grab ya baby then go,
Little bit of twist, little bit of this
If ya don't know how ta do it
Ask my little sis, push ya partner out,
Then ya hunch her back
Start a little movement in ya sacroiliac
Wiggle like a stick, wobble like a duck
That's what ya do when ya do da hucklebuck.
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BALLAD
OF MAIREAD FARRELL
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
Do not stand at my grave
and weep,
I am not there I do not sleep,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
When Ireland lives I do not die.
A woman's place is not
at home,
The fight for freedom it still goes on,
I took up my gun until freedoms day,
I pledged to fight for the I.R.A.
In Armagh jail I served
my time,
Strip searches were a British crime,
Degraded me but they could not see,
I'd suffer this to see Ireland free.
Gibraltar was the place
I died,
McCann and Savage were by my side,
I heard the order so loud and shrill,
Of Thatcher's voice, said shoot to kill.
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SPIRIT
OF '98
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
[chorus]
First of all it makes me really mad,
Then ta tell ya the truth
Makes me kind of sad
I contemplate the fear 'n' the hate
Gotta get some Spirit of '98.
The sun was goin' down
in Brooklyn town
Cuttin' through the graveyard
Wasn't hard to slip the guard
Celtic Cross, covered in moss,
Feelin' a force, gotta check out the source
Read the headstone said Matilda Wolf Tone
1769 died 1849
All of a sudden it had gone pitch black
And like Blind Faith
Couldn't find my way back home
Wishin' I had some chrome
Tree branch fell hit me right off the dome
Out like a light I finally came to
It was the middle of the night
Stretched on a grave I slept with the dead
What about ya son? Came a voice overhead
call me Ted 'though I'm
Known as Wolf Tone
Let's take a little trip
We got on his space ship
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We landed in Belfast the
Crumlin Road
I said let's jet we don't need no episode
Ted looked all confused
Didn't know what I was sayin'
Tension in the air, I started prayin'
Hail Mary....um....full of grace
Thrown down to the ground
I was kicked in the face
Well what do ya know boys
We got a pair of taigs
Gonna eat ya for breakfast
Like sausage 'n' eggs
Ted said hold on lads I'm a Prod too
But I don't have no time for that
Red, white 'n' blue
Ya bein' used 'n' abused
The old divide 'n' conquer
Take a look around
Is this what you're after?
With the Brit's out of the mix
A new age we can enter
A workers republic: Catholic, Protestant
Dissenter
And refugees are okay by me
Because givin' them the red light
Just wouldn't be right
We all came from a Mother
So stop fightin' one another
Sit down 'n' talk, discover your brother
Then the beating stopped
And a hand pulled me up
But it wasn't Ted or them
It was a cemetery cop
Glad to be alive, but I thought of mavourneen
And I wished to Christ
It hadn't been a dream.
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WANNA
BE HIP-HOP
From the CD Rebel Hip Hop
[chorus]
Ya wanna be hip-hop?
Stop actin' like a rock star.
Ya wanna be hip-hop?
Stop actin' like a rock star.
Won't hear this here shit
on most radio,
Or the box or MTV, so I won't make a video,
Even still ya better heed what I'm sayin'
Let me proceed without further delayin',
I fly D.I.Y. - do it yourself,
Cuttin' wax soup ta nuts,
With no corporate help,
Ya see I don't want a yuppie
Steppin' up to any track
Records execs, just bankers wearin' black,
Record companies, an unnecessary evil,
Will help ya career like a crash will Kneival
Offer ya blow, take all ya dough,
Well what do ya know,
That's how a pimp runs a ho
How low can ya go?
Ain't nothin' any lower,
Still don't get it?
Lets take it even slower:
Money comes 'n' goes
There's always some comin'
There's always more goin'
So the trick is ta be knowin'
At the end of the day
Which way ya gonna sway in a harness?
Reigns pulled by Arlis
Workin' for the man makin' music that's harmless
Ya flirtin' with disaster
When money's ya master
Ya playin' the fame game
Only you can take the blame claim.
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Pretendin' ya got Benjamin's
Rollin' in ya Benz
Don't ya dare cry why
When the well runs dry, 'n' it will
With ya hand in the till
Sippin' Crystale at the best club in town
With some skinny-assed model
Dressed like Krusty the clown
Fuck the club!
You'll find me in the pub
Swimmin' in the Guinness
Like a nuclear sub
Dignity intact
Operation compact
An autodidact
And my friends got my back
So I remain safe 'n' sound underground
'n' ten years from now
I'll still be around
Doin' what we do
With my crew gettin' down
When they lookin' for you
I'll tell them try the lost 'n' found.
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THERE
WILL BE ANOTHER DAY
From the CD There Will Be Another Day
Reluctantly I give flow
to this song
Got my fingers crossed hopin' that I' wrong
But I'll take my chances before this chance is gone
I got a question
Just what's goin' on?
It don't seem quite rational
Reachin' out for multinational assistance
Them cats best be kept at a distance
or if needs be met with resistance
They'll give ya crazy lucci but control all the tools
So consumer fools will play by their rules
The fools the fools the fools, Pearse once said
at O'Rossa's grave, tryin' ta wake up the dead
Ireland unfree shall never be at peace
So why all of a sudden are the troubles gonna cease
Like royal family leeches it seems they're here to stay
but keep hope...
There will be another day
Beware of Greeks bearin'
gifts
and Yankees bearin' dollars
Before ya cut a deal think of J.R. from Dallas
I see golden arches span across New Grange
Ho Jos and Starbucks in the Burren makin' mad change
How about White Castle? Don't let culture be a hassle
Tear it down to he ground tear it down
The worlds biggest playground
Keep Eire in mind for tour next little trip
The Emerald Isle Orlando of Europe
Guests of the nation tend to overstay
But keep hope…
There will be another day
To maintain a level I remain
a rebel
Take stands won't shake hands with the devil
Not me son, they don't got me on the run
Humpty Dumpty was pushed cause no one had a gun
When a wrong remains a wrong a right remains a right
Darkness is darkest just before the light so keep strong
The road is rough, the road is tough, the road is long
On it alone or with a group either way
as long as one stays on it...
There will be another day
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SPANCILLUSION
From the CD There Will Be Another Day
Last night as I lay dreamin'
my mind it started schemin'
No nightmare here so I didn't wake up screamin'
I had chosen to travel it began to unravel
I decided to chill at the cross of Spancil Hill
Next I know I get tapped
on the shoulder
by some flannel ass folky crawled out from a boulder
ex-hippie form the 60's ya know the type
a beard with no mustache I could see he had a gripe
He said "You Seanchai?" I said "What's up that's me"
I wanna tell you somethin' mister that's been buggin' me
It seems he had a beef with what I do with trad music
as if puttin' fat beats under tunes is abusin'
somethin' sacred like a cow I should have whacked him
POW POW
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FENIANS
From the CD There Will Be Another Day
[chorus]
Pump ya fist if ya love freedom
Pump ya fist if ya love culture
Foe 150 years you been
creation' us
be hatin' like Satan
by beratin' us in punch cartoons,
you depicted us as swill
and whack TV shows like that dead fool Benny Hill
Amazin' ya never came to your senses
Figured out you'd have to face the consequences
Sent us across the water but you didn't scope the tide
and now the tide is risin' worldwide
chorus
From Devoy to O'Neill and
John O'Mahoney
to Joe McGarrity and Michael Flannery
Sedition are tradition and it won't just go away
Say it loud say it proud I will stay an
Unrepentant Fenian Bastard
Unrepentant Fenian Bastard
Unrepentant Fenian Bastard
Respect to all who refuse to be mastered
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WHO
STOLE YA SOUL CAITLIN
From the CD There Will Be Another Day
I went ta see Caitlin about
a week or so ago
I said "it's been a while," she smiled and said
"I know you came such a long way a stor you must be tired,
I'll make us some tea, pull up here by the fire"
Sittin' in the kitchen her face was all aglow
I stared into the flames like Miley from Glenroe
It was mid July around the time of Drumcree
I said what's goin' down didn't seem right to me
She said she didn't care about anything up there
"You Yanks just don't have a clue"
I said "listen child you're like Oscar Wilde
beneath your little tent of blue"
She said "we'll have
no more discussin' of the North
and let's not argue any longer"
finishin' her tea she threw a dirty look at me
and said "let me get something stronger"
I popped a can of G she had a drop of Baileys
"So tell me Caitlin do ya still go to ceilis?"
"I mostly go to raves though the crowd can get rough
but the music's so now I hate that diddley-eye stuff"
I sat and bit my tongue kind of like she used to
See when we were young the two of us we used to
Night and day every which way
Gettin' it on till the break of dawn
Lettin' it slide made the room kind of quiet
Flipped on the tube we got a steady diet
of proshams about nothin' at all
Caitlin kept watchin' she was havin' a ball
Eight o'clock and she got all excited
QPR Manchester United
After the game it was much the same
bullshit it just didn't quit
Next there was a show about Fergie and Di
Caitlin was so moved she started to cry
It was the straw that broke this here narrow back
I readied my rockets and launched my attack
"My sister's a princess my Mother's a Queen
so I don't give a fuck about the deadbeats
Up on your screen.
Furthermore Man United's a bore
You'd support Glasgow Celtic if ya knew the real score
or better yet Gaelic football or hurling
You're payin' in punts but you're prayin' to sterling.
Master propaganda got ya under control
You're just like that rave shit
ye ain't got no soul"
Who stole your soul?
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THIS
LAND
From the CD There Will Be Another Day
(rap)
No acceptable level of violence
No respectable political silence
Form a new and powerful alliance
Time has come to take down the tyrant
West Belfast is goin' ta be free
South Armagh is goin' ta be free
East Tyrone is goin' ta be free
So lets send a message to the powers that be
We're gonna march along
We're gonna right the wrong
Until you have killed us all
You only make us stronger
With our eyes on the prize
they'll hear our cries
Irish men Irish women time to arise
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BLOODY
SUNDAY
From the CD There Will Be Another Day
Right from the start this
here's a rebel song
It's from the heart I wanna tell you 'bout a wrong
Committed by Britain back in the day
Fourteen murdered the refused to be slaves
To the crown, in Derry Town
They wouldn't bow down so they were shot down
A peaceful protest the turn out was large
So the soldiers decided to show who was in charge
Vexed so they flexed, did what papas can do beat
When the smoke had cleared fourteen were laid to rest
No riots, no lootin' to start off the shootin'
People emulated King not Seal or Newton
Things forever changed after that afternoon
Brothers started doin' what they had to do
On Bloody Sunday
[chorus]
Sunday Bloody Sunday - still haunted by the cries
Sunday Bloody Sunday - twenty five years of lies
How long must we sing this
song
Till the government finally admits that they were wrong
and finally show some decency
reparation to each family
treat our people with some dignity
You know their shit really gets to me
The way they try to deny my history
Twenty five years on our people gettin' strong
Thought may hit the Brits it's time to move on
Order the border to be cast out to sea
'cause that is where it was meant to be
And that would be an appropriate way
To honor those who were slain
On Bloody Sunday
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SEAN
SOUTH
From the CD There Will Be Another Day
It was on a dreary New
Year's Eve when the shades of night fell down
A lorry load of volunteers approached a border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone
But the leader was a Limerick man, Sean South of Garryowen.
And as they moved along
the street up to the barrack door
The scorned the danger they would meet, the fate that lay in store
They were fighting for old Ireland, to claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band was South of Garryowen.
But the sergeant spoiled
their daring plan, he spied them through the door
The sten guns and all the rifles too, a hail of death did pour
And when that awful night was past two men lay cold as stone
There was one great man from Monahan and one from Garryowen.
No more he'll hear the
seagull cry, or the murmuring Shannon's tide
For he fell beneath a northern sky, O'Hanlon by his side
He's gone to join that gallant band of Plunkett, Pierce and Tone
Another martyr for old Ireland, Sean South of Garryowen.
Another martyr for old Ireland, Sean South of Garryowen.
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