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The Rocks of Bawn
04:58
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Come all you loyal heroes wherever you may be
Don’t hire with any master 'til you know what your work will be
For you must rise up early from the clear daylight 'til the dawn
I'm afraid you'll ne'er be able to plough the rocks of Bawn
Oh rise up lovely Sweeney and give yer horse some hay
And give him a good feed of oats before you go away
Don’t feed him on soft turnips take him out on your green lawn
I'm afraid he'll ne'er be able to plough the rocks of Bawn
Sweeny, lovely Sweeney you have me nearly robbed
You’re sitting by the fireside with dúidín in your gob
You’re sitting by the fireside from the clear daylight 'til the dawn
I'm afraid you'll ne'er be able to plough the rocks of Bawn
My hands they are well worn and my stockings they are thin
My heart is always trembling I'm afraid I might give in
My heart is always trembling from the clear daylight 'til the dawn
I'm afraid I'll ne'er be able to plough the rocks of Bawn
I wish the Queen of England would send for me in time
And place me in a regiment all in my youth and prime
I would fight for Ireland’s glory from the clear daylight 'til dawn
And I never would return again to plough the rocks of Bawn
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2. |
When Came the Change?
04:57
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1979, a Georgia barrier Island
a kid with a face stained with peach
where wild horses run over dunes
I too run feral down the beach
we three on holiday, in clothes of light
I was too young to understand
the distances that can live in a space so close
live oak casting shadows on the sand
when came the change?
or was this always who we were
familiar strangers born of blood and circumstance
long ago in a polaroid blur
I was so long gone in love with you,
Brighton in the winter
the passions of youth come calling so loud
willingly our bodies answer
in the Evening Star Pub throwing darts at the wall
like the words we’d throw at one another
so much of it now, I struggle to recall
but sure, we never quite recovered
When came the change?
Was it even a specific day?
Or the slow eroding of the ties that bind
Like the sea wall falling into the bay…
Battered by so many waves
now decades on the world's gone craven mad
the end of history never arrived
just when it seemed that democracy would chant eternal
the ancient enemy is again revived
now in the last gasps of the old republics, a culture splitting at the seams
the recent past is like those faded photographs
we cling hopefully to a fractured dream
When came the change?
Or was this always who we were
the butternut boys, the john wayne go-it-alone
A nation built on the lash and bones
when came the change?
we only see what’s in front of our eyes
while off the margins and in the periphery
the threat is very much alive
when came the change?
was it even a specific day?
Or the slow eroding of the ties that bind
like the sea wall falling into the bay
battered by so many waves
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3. |
The Mallow Road
05:18
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THE MALLOW ROAD by Casey Neill
Thumb out, standing on the shoulder
By the on-ramp, and the viaduct
In the heat of the day, storm clouds headed this way
It's been hours of cars blowing by you
And you curse them in your mind
some slow and you think they're stopping
but they leave you in their dust behind
Dare to hope for small kindness
Dare to hope for a ride
Just need to reach my destination
and get off this highway side
I could use a lift, I could use a lift
Hitching gives you time to look backwards
down the road from where you've been
in suspended animation, trancelike contemplation
It's 1 in a 100 if you're lucky
takes the leap and lets you in
some trusting soul, a temporary friend
Dare to hope for small kindness
Dare to hope for a ride
Just need to reach my destination
and get off this highway side
I could use a lift, I could use a lift
There's a sickness in the very marrow when all strangers are seen as a threat, for me there are no strangers just friends who haven't met
The sky is gray with dusk now
I'm losing faith in this late hour
we're all travelers in isolation, tuned to our station
brake lights glow red, a pickup pulls over
I grab my bag and run down the shoulder
to the open passenger door, a smiling face says hop aboard
Dare to hope for small kindness
Dare to hope for a ride
Just need to reach my destination
and get off this highwayside
I could use a lift, I could use a lift
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4. |
Option Paralysis
03:31
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Amidst the crush of tourists
In the middle of Times Square
the neon flash of evening
Blinded by the glare
I don’t know where to go
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know how to think about anything anymore
Do you?
Option paralysis
the dizzy dancing dream
Option paralysis
lost in the data stream
Shinjuku midnight
escalators talking to you
steam pours out of ramen parlor doors
l.c.d.'s light up blue
I don’t know what she said
and I can only respond with a smile
and take the Yamanote line to Ueno
delivered through the turnstiles
Option paralysis
the dizzy dancing dream
Option paralysis
lost in the data stream
photos, songs, and stories
once tactile to the touch
now 1s and 0s on terabyte drives
where all memories we entrust
we don’t have a past
today is tomorrow’s slave
the last frontier is nowhere
soon there’ll be nothing left to save
Option paralysis
the dizzy dancing dream
Option paralysis
lost in the data stream
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Casey Neill & The Norway Rats Portland, Oregon
CASEY NEILL & THE NORWAY RATS are a crack gang of musicians from Portland Oregon. Their sound combines high energy diesel fueled rave-ups and haunting ballads. Neill's weather beaten narratives celebrate miscreants, and explore the hidden corners of the American landscape. ... more
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