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"Boning Halls"

"Boning Halls"


Boning halls, we're talking boning halls
Boning halls, talking 'bout boning halls
Rich cowmen ride around the boning hall
Weighing up every chop that comes across the trimming board
Like kings around the cattle mart, smooth and razor sharp
Scrawny auld scrag-end tenderized by stampin' in the

Boning halls
Boning halls
Where the carcass is stripped down to the bone
All the flesh gets ripped off a country

Bone meal, Angel Dust
T-bone steak, hormones and nitrogen
And sweet gravy
When the beef is on the block
The knife is on the stone
We've just been told the bung
Was underneath the counter of the

Boning hall
Boning hall
Where the carcass is stripped down to the bone
All the flesh gets ripped off a country

When the beef is over
We'll be back in order
Our cleavers well sharpened
We'll be ready for the slaughter in the

Boning hall
Boning hall
Where the carcass is stripped down to the bone
All the flesh gets ripped off a country

Boning halls, we're talking boning halls
Boning halls, talking 'bout boning halls
 
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"Bright Blue Rose"

"Bright Blue Rose"


I skimmed across black water, without once submerging
Onto the banks of an urban morning
That hungers the first light, much much more
Than mountains ever do

And she like a ghost beside me goes down with the ease of a dolphin
And emerges unlearned, unshamed, unharmed
For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature
And I am the geek with the alchemists stone

For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to
Understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand

And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it's always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally

For all of you who must discover
For all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand

And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it's always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally

One bright blue rose outlives all those
Two thousand years and still it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
 
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"Bunch Of Thyme"

"Bunch Of Thyme"


Come all ye maidens young and fair
And you that are blooming in your prime
Always beware and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme
For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme with all its flavours, along with all its joys
Thyme, brings all things to my mind
Once I had a bunch of thyme
I thought it never would decay
Then came a lusty sailor
Who chanced to pass my way
And stole my bunch of thyme away
The sailor gave to me a rose
A rose that never would decay
He gave it to me to keep me reminded
Of when he stole my thyme away
Come all ye maidens young and fair
And you that are blooming in your prime
Always beware and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme
 
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"Burning Times"

"Burning Times"


In the cold of the evening, they used to gather
Neath the stars in the meadow, circled near the old oak tree
At the times appointed by the seasons
Of the earth, and the phases of the moon

In the center, often stood a woman
Equal with the others, respected for her worth
One of the many we call the witches
The healers, the teachers, of the wisdom of the earth

And the people grew in the knowledge she gave them
Herbs to heal their bodies, smells to make their spirits whole
Hear them chanting healing incantations
Calling for the wise ones, celebrating in dance and song

(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)
(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)

There were those that came to power, through domination
They were bonded in their worship of a dead man on a cross
They sought control of the common people
By demanding allegiance to the church of Rome

And the Pope, he commenced the inquisition
As a war against the women, whose powers they feared
In this holocaust, in this age of evil
Nine million European women, they died

And the tale is told, of those who by the hundreds
Holding hands together, chose their deaths in the sea
While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess
A refusal of betrayal, women were dying to be free

(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)
(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)

Now the earth is a witch, and we still burn her
Stripping her down with mining, and the poison of our wars
Still to us, the earth is a healer, a teacher, and a mother
A weaver of a web of light, that keeps us all alive

She gives us the vision to see through the chaos
She gives us the courage, it is our will to survive

(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)
(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)
(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)
(...Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali... Inanna...)
 
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"Butterfly (So Much Wine)"

"Butterfly (So Much Wine)"


I had nothing to say on Christmas Day when you threw all your clothes in the snow
When you burned your hair, knocked over the chair, I just tried to stay out of your way

But when you fell asleep with blood on your teeth, I got into my car and drove away
Listen to me butterfly, there's only so much wine you can drink in one life
But it will never be enough to save you from the bottom of your glass

Where the highway starts, I parked my car, I got out and stared up at the stars
As meteors died and shot across the sky, I thought about your sad shining eyes

I came back for my clothes when the sun finally rose, you were still passed out on the floor
Listen to me butterfly, there's only so much wine you can drink in one life
But it will never be enough to save you from the bottom of your glass
 
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"Casey"

"Casey"


If it's drink you want and plenty of feeding
And you like the bed as well
Grab the wife, throw the kids in the Datsun
Make for Inch and the Strand hotel
If talk of turf drives you crazy
And you can't face a bale of hay
Make for Foley's work the topshelf talk puck, pints and the GAA

Casey, Casey you're the devil
When you get behind the wheel
It was a sad day for the Kerry sheepdogs
When your Firestones they did feel

Oh the low road goes from Killorglin all the way down to Annascaul
When Casey came to guide us he never used his brakes at all
A trail of sheepdogs littered Kerry from Killorglin to Macroom
He might have been all soul's salvation but he also was the sheep dog's doom

From the holy dioceses of Galway Eamonn went to London town
Where the traffic cops out on their duty they overtook and flagged him down
As he was tearing after luncheon around the city like a loon
Regardless to his rank and station they forced him to blow up their auld balloon

Geographically he was in limbo faced with justice true and true
No obligations were accepted he was rightly up the flue
No bolt of lightning from the heaven could remove the boys in blue
Well he wished the force that had worked at Cana would turn his wine into water too

When Ronnie Reagan came to Ireland all the wankers made a great furore
But Eamonn remembered bishop Romero said he'd even up the score
Casey Casey said "God willin' I'll meet Reagan on the road
Niall O'Brien will hear his confessions when I've taught him the Green Cross Code"

Casey Casey you're the right man to teach them Yankees right from wrong
If it wasn't for yourself and Reagan there wouldn't be much to Martin Egan's song
 
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"Changes"

"Changes"


Sit by my side, come as close as the air sharing a memory of grey
Wander in my world and dream about the pictures I play, of changes

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall to brown and to yellow they fade
Then they have to die and drop within the circle grand parade of changes

Scenes of my young years are warm in my mind visions of shadows that shine
Till one day I return and find they were the victims of the vines of changes

The world is spinning madly adrift in the dark, it swings through a hollow of haze
A race around the stars, a journey through the universe ablaze with changes

Moments of magic will glow through the night all fears of the forest are gone
When the morning breaks they're swept away like golden drops of dawn by changes

Oceans will part to a strange melody, as fires will sometimes burn cold
Like water in the wind we are puppets to the silver strings of changes

Our tears will be trembling when we are somewhere else, one last cup of wine we will pour
I'll kiss you one more time and leave you on the rolling river shore of changes
 
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"Cliffs Of Dooneen"

"Cliffs Of Dooneen"


You may travel far far from your own native home
Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam
But of all the fine places that I've ever seen
There's none to compare with the cliffs of Dooneen

Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there
You'll see the high rocky mountains on the west coast of Clare
The towns of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen
From the high Rocky slopes of the Cliffs of Dooneen

Fare thee well to Dooneen, Fare thee well for a while
And to all the fine people I'm leaving behind
To the streams and the meadows where late I have been
And the high rocky slopes of the Cliffs of Dooneen

You may travel for far from your own native home
Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam
But of all the fine places that I've ever seen
There's none to compare with the Cliffs of Dooneen
 
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"Clyde's Bonnie Banks"

"Clyde's Bonnie Banks"


By Clyde's Bonnie Banks as I sadly did wander
Among the pit heaps as evening drew nigh
I spied a fair maiden all dressed in deep mourning
She was weeping and wailing with many a sigh
I stepped up beside her and thus I addressed her
"Pray tell me fair maid of your sorrow and pain"
Oh sobbing and sighing at last she did answer
"Johnny Murphy, kind sir, was my true lover's name"

Twenty one years of age full of youth and good looking
To work in the mines of high Blantyre he came
The wedding was fixed all the guest were invited
That calm summers evening my Johnny was slain
The explosion was heard, all the women and children
With pale anxious faces they ran to the mine
When the news was made known all the hills rang with mourning
Three hundred and ten young miners were slain

Now husbands and wives and sweethearts and brothers
That Blantyre explosion you'll never forget
And all you young miners that hear my sad story
Remember your comrades who lie at their rest
 
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"Compañeros"

"Compañeros"


The good ship granma lies at anchor in the harbour
Waiting for the evening tide
To rise and bring high water
Bound for Cuba she must go
Across the Gulf of Mexico
And The Caribbean Ocean
She's carrying a human cargo 83 good compañeros
Each one burning with determination to be free

Against Batista, The Fidelistas
Courage was their armour
As they fought at Fidel's side
With Che Guevara

Five days out from Mexico these compañeros
Landed on the Cuban beach Los Colarados
Fidel said this year will see
Our country and our people free
Or else we will be martyrs
We've only guns enough for twenty
The enemy has arms a plenty
Meet him and defeat him and he'll keep us well supplied

Against Batista, The Fidelistas
Courage was their armour
As they fought at Fidel's side
With Che Guevara

Five weeks later in the Canyon De La Rio
Fidels army was reduced to 18 compañeros
Hungry, weak and unafraid
Learning revolutions trade
In the high Sierra Maestre
Where the mountain winds did blow
Bearing seeds to sprout and sow
New crops in Cuban soil that marked the death of slavery

Compañeros, tu valaderos
Courage was their armour
As they fought at Fidel's side
With Che Guevara

They made their way across the peak of El Torquino
Joined by bands of volunteers and the men from Santiago
They faced Batista's tanks and trains
Drove them back across the plains
From the high Sierra Maestre
They drove the gangsters from Los Vios
Straight across the Cordileros
Santa Barbra fell to Che Guevara and was free

Compañeros, tu valaderos
Courage was their armour
As they fought at Fidel's side
With Che Guevara

The fire lit on that Cuban beach by Fidel Castro
Still shines all the way to Terra del Fuego
Sparks are blown upon the breeze
People rise from off their knees
When they see the night is burning
It blazes up in Venezuela, Bolivia and Guatemala
Lights the road that we must go in order to be free

Compañeros, Americanos
Courage was their armour
As they fought at Fidel's side
With Che Guevara
Courage was their armour
As they fought at Fidel's side
With Che Guevara
 
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