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from Damien Dempsey - Your Pretty Smile (2008)
Oh, your pretty smile banish any gloom
And when I frown I feel unsound, I drag you down to ground level I interrupt your flyin' high and summer sky in your mind But then you grab me by the scruff and we're up, up and over Over the dirty men, the streets where I retreat from living Your pretty smile, it could light up any room I've seen it many times banish any gloom Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah Your pretty smile, it could light up any room I've seen it many times banish any gloom Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah One time I've seen the low lands green, I was sixteen and spellbound I think of you when I glance over these old reels Greta Garbo, Brigitte Bardot, Marilyn Monroe, such photos The smog descends around my silhouette of dreams Your pretty smile, it could light up any room I've seen it many times banish any gloom Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah Your pretty smile, it could light up any room I've seen it many times banish any gloom Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah Baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby Your pretty smile, it could light up most any room I said your pretty smile, it could light up most any room I said your pretty smile, it could light up most any room Your pretty smile, your pretty smile could light up most any room Your pretty smile, your pretty smile could light up most any room Your pretty smile, your pretty smile could light up most any room |
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from Damien Dempsey - To Hell Or Barbados (2007)
I've seen the light of you come bursting, blasting through
Yesterday's skeletons and cobwebbed glue Your spirit burns so bright like fireworks, All Soul's Night How you illuminate my shadowed sight Your humanity and your faithful loyalty Your compassion and your plea for change Gives me faith in humankind, all the good ones you can find All the monsters and the blind, and strange How strange, how strange How strange, how strange The sun lives in your smile but you've a storm so wild For anyone who'd hurt a child for oil The fat cats, parasites who stalk this world slave rights The likes of you give them some sleepless nights Your humanity and your faithful loyalty Your compassion and your plea for change Gives me faith in humankind, all the good ones you can find All the monsters and the blind, and strange How strange, how strange How strange, how strange How strange |
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from Damien Dempsey - To Hell Or Barbados (2007)
Oh, your pretty smile banish any gloom
And when I frown I feel unsound, I drag you down to ground level I interrupt your flyin' high and summer sky in your mind But then you grab me by the scruff and we're up, up and over Over the dirty men, the streets where I retreat from living Your pretty smile, it could light up any room I've seen it many times banish any gloom Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah Your pretty smile, it could light up any room I've seen it many times banish any gloom Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah One time I've seen the low lands green, I was sixteen and spellbound I think of you when I glance over these old reels Greta Garbo, Brigitte Bardot, Marilyn Monroe, such photos The smog descends around my silhouette of dreams Your pretty smile, it could light up any room I've seen it many times banish any gloom Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah Your pretty smile, it could light up any room I've seen it many times banish any gloom Darlin', don't you ever stop with that smilin', yeah Baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby Your pretty smile, it could light up most any room I said your pretty smile, it could light up most any room I said your pretty smile, it could light up most any room Your pretty smile, your pretty smile could light up most any room Your pretty smile, your pretty smile could light up most any room Your pretty smile, your pretty smile could light up most any room |
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from Damien Dempsey - To Hell Or Barbados (2007)
Go on, why don't you try it out?
I don't know, my head's filled with doubt Ah, go on, a little bit won't hurt When you feel the whack of it, you'll see it's well worth it Go on, give it a blast, in ten seconds flat you'll feel fantastic Your head will be like rubber, your body like elastic You'll be in God's arms with your thoughts all derelict I don't know, I think it's fuckin' mad That shit killed Anto Kelly's mom and dad Ah, you're being all windy on me now I was told you were handy when it came to a row Fuckin' sure I am, ask anybody I burst Paddy Lee last fuckin' Saturday Don't be silly, man, sit down All the boys is blasting off and they're all sound Are you serious? Is he sound over there? He's about to disappear into thin fuckin' air Ah, man, you're lettin' me down I thought you were the dirt of a lad around town You won't get strung your first time doing it It takes loads of times before you can't stop abusing it Your dad doesn't care, he's drunk in the bar Seen your ma headin' off in some strange fella's car I have been feelin' really low lately Feel the whole fuckin' world is against me and they hate me Think I'll head home, I don't like this room There's a bad smell of piss and the ceiling's peeling Before you go, here's a freebie Go home to your bed and you'll sleep like a baby Ah, maybe Serious, I'm afraid There's a devil in the shade Serious, I am scared There's a devil in my head Go on, man, get some of this shit into you It's not gonna kill you, get it into you, sit here And, oh, man, [Incomprehensible] of all that stuff I seen Jem Quinn and what he's gone through in prison and all Ah, man he's a fuckin' eejit, he's just stupid That wouldn't happen to you You know, you never know, man, I seen so many around I seen all the heads around town goin' down Ah, man, you're wimping out on me here I thought you were a hard man with no fuckin' fear I am, man, I fuckin' am You saw me stickin' out that O'Connor kid I fuckin' hopped off of him Ah, rowin' is different, man, you know what I mean Any fuckin' [Incomprehensible], that's all Babog shit You'll see [Incomprehensible] when you take a hit Serious, I'm afraid There's a devil in the shade Serious, I am scared There's a devil in my head Angel, come and save me Angel, come and help me Angel, come and save me Angel, come and help me |
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from Damien Dempsey - To Hell Or Barbados (2007)
Old Johnny Cash help me walk the line
Old Bobby Marley how your soul does shine Old Woodie Guthrie has a rebel heart Old Bille Holiday sings like a lark Nina Simone can make feel so high Old like Kelly brings tears to my eyes Old philo Lynott still breaking down walls I'm thanking you one and all We got teachers in school Some are wise and some were fools But they're also on the radio Bubblegum rock and Bubblegum roll Bubblegum punk and Bubblegum soul Bubblegum hip hop Bubblegum dance People walk around in a Bubblegum trance Teachers on tha air are getting less It's all about the image and possessions and sex I've got my stereo and I'm the DJ And I decide what I play We got teachers in school Some are wise and some were fools But they're also on the radio I'm gonna fight for my right to the light With my hears wide open , heart wide open And If I get down I'll have the teachers around Get the stereo Blarin do some learnin Teachers are teaching and preaching to me from the stereo |
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from Damien Dempsey - Shots (2005)
Mary loves the grouse, hides the bottles round the house,
She watches chat shows and the soaps, broken-hearted but she copes, Michael's out of work, feels he's sinking in the murk, He's unshaven and a mess, finds it hard some days to dress Stevie smashes the delf, 'cos he can't express himself, He's consumed by rage, like his father at his age, Rita's little child, has a lovely little smile, This means nothing to her father, because he's never even seen her. We sing, sing all our cares away We'll live, to fight another day Joey's off the gear, he's been clean for half a year, He gets bored out of his mind, but he's tryin' to toe the line Maggie's in a chair, 'twas joyriding put her there, She puts the kettle on the boil, and she's always got a smile We sing, sing all our cares away We'll live, to fight another day We sing, sing all our cares away, We'll live, to love another day, We grow strong, from it all, We grow strong, or we fall, We grow strong, from it all, We grow strong, or we fall, We grow strong. |
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from Damien Dempsey - Shots (2005)
Walkin' through the city
Was as lonely as could be I'm wanderin' in the night-time out in search of company I feel real isolation When all around me life Familiar but unfriendly Unfriendly with no choice And, I can see the evil But I can feel the good Shining out to greet me From within bone and blood I'm throwin' off this loneliness I can't stick it anymore Only need myself tonight to open up that door And I know that sometimes it gets so bad But you're not on your own so don't be sad 'Cos if you feel real bad then you're not on your own tonight Please don't be so sad 'cos you're not on your own tonight Oh yeah yeah yeah, You see I know the feelin' Don't have to tell me nothin' 'Cos you know I know the feeling Everybody seems to think it's they who bear the pain They who bear the biggest cross The loneliness and the shame Day to day you suffer when you're livin' in your past If you started livin' for the now you could free yourself at last If you started living for the now, for yourself and those around, Experience and celebrate the freedom that you've found You could free yourself forever, and live life as you should The choice is yours to take now 'cos I've said all that I could. But I know that sometimes it gets so bad But you're not on your own so don't be sad 'Cos if you feel real bad then you're not on your own tonight Please don't be so sad 'cos you're not on your own tonight Well if you feel real bad then you're not on your own tonight Please don't be so sad 'cos you're not on your own tonight Oh yeah yeah yeah, You see I know the feelin' Don't have to tell me nothin' You know I know the feeling Well if you feel real bad then you're not on your own Please don't be so sad 'cos you're not on your own Tonight... |
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from Damien Dempsey - Shots (2005)
Doing E, doing speed, doing cocaine
Mix it with alcohol and go insane In the morning the edge of the knife Where the hell is the bright side of life? It's a farcical high for a few hours Then you're blind and you can't see the bright flowers For the light of a child and the glee If you splurge then the law you'll agree Turns you into a shell of what you used to be All the weeks you're living in a fantasy Fantasise about the party to come Then your day-life just doesn't seem fun I'm not telling you how to do your thing I'm just laying down some facts about indulging How the shit going 'round can become Your controller, your dictator, your one I'm giving it up I swear in the New Year.. No more of that for me, you'll see... I'm going to be going straight I can't wait Until this year is gone, party on.. Coming down on the ground in a small house You're a man but you feel like a small mouse Not so long ago you felt like a king Someone give me psychiatrist a ring We'll have no bread and feel feckin' brain-dead All alone in a room full of E-heads Feel so hollow and sickingly and worthless There's no cure in the mosques or the churches I met strangers who barely six hours ago Were the best friends I thought I'd ever know Now they're strangers again 'cos I'm down And I won't say 'hello' if I see them in town |
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from Damien Dempsey - Shots (2005)
I sing the song of the colony
How many years and you're still not free And your mother cries and you ask god why Greed is the knife and the scars run deep How many races with much reason to weep And your children cry And you ask god why Annie, she came from Dunlavin Town The TB came and killed her family all around Population booms Eleven in two rooms Katie she came from down Townsend street Ten in a bed and no shoes on their feet 1916 came They played the patriots game Freddy, he came from the Iveagh flats Tenement slums and infested with rats Sleeping on damp straw Trying not to break the law Thomas, he came from Kilmaine in Mayo Semi starvation was the only life you'd know In a two room shack Then jailed in Letterfrack I look to the east, I look to the west To the north and the south, and I'm not too impressed Time after time After crime after crime They raped, robbed, pillaged, enslaved and murdered Jesus Christ was their god and they done it in his name So he could take the blame if it's not all a game With bible in one hand and a sword in the other They came to purify my land of my Gaelic Irish mothers And fathers, and sisters and brothers With our own ancient customs, laws, music, art Way of life and culture Tribal in structure We had a civilisation When they were still neanderthal nations We suffer with the Native American, the Indian in Asia Aboriginal Australia The African people with their history so deep And our children still weep and our lives are still cheap You came from Germany, from France, from England And from Spain From Belgium and from Portugal You all done much the same You took what was not yours Went against your own bible You broke your own laws Just to out do the rival But did you ever apologize For the hundreds and millions of lives You destroyed and terrorised Or have you never realized Did you never feel shame For what was done in your country's name And find out who's to blame and why they were so inhumane And still they teach you in your school About those glorious days of rule And how it's your destiny to be Superior to me But if you've any kind of mind You'll see that all human kind Are the children of this earth And your hate for them will chew you up and spit you out You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free Inside our minds we hold, hold the key |
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from Damien Dempsey - Shots (2005)
Patience, give me some of that sweet patience, Lord,
I will keep my eye on my goal I take a few shlugs on the kisser I'm comin back at ya, ya know I'm gonna catch ya Cos you know I got no brakes It doesn't matter how long that it takes My luck I'm gonna make I take a few shlugs on the kisser I'm comin back wailin, big right sailin Cos ya know I got no brakes It doesn't matter how long that it takes My luck I'm gonna make Patience, give me some of that patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on my goal Patience, give me some of that sweet patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on the ball Well I've exchanged the spear and the sword For words and melody Oh what a felony How the record company pushes this McDonalds music An aural lobotomy For those who choose it Corporations pumpin all this money into pop To keep the real singers far away from the top So folks are never told what these corporations do Fuckin up the planet, exploiting me and you Well I take a few shlugs on the kisser I'm comin back at ya, ya know I'm gonna catch ya Cos you know I got no brakes It doesn't matter how long that it takes My luck I'm gonna make I take a few shlugs on the kisser I'm comin back wailin, big right sailin Cos ya know I got no brakes It doesn't matter how long that it takes My luck I'm gonna make Patience, give me some of that patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on my goal Patience, give me some of that sweet patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on the ball From my room in Donaghmede I'm 'bout to kick all your asses Stick your pink champagne and fuck your backstage passes A warrior comin down the mountain at ya A woodkern springin from the trees to catch ya, I'm lickin my wounds in the wilderness Prayin for the warmth of the sun's kiss My time will come Your race is run The throne's rightly mine You greedy swine. Well I take a few shlugs on the kisser I'm comin back at ya, ya know I'm gonna catch ya Cos you know I got no brakes It doesn't matter how long that it takes My luck I'm gonna make I take a few shlugs on the kisser I'm comin back wailin, big right sailin Cos ya know I got no brakes It doesn't matter how long that it takes My luck I'm gonna make. Patience, give me some of that patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on my goal Patience, give me some of that sweet patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on the ball Patience, give me some of that sweet patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on my goal , yeah Patience, give me some of that sweet patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on the ball |
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from Damien Dempsey - Shots (2005)
Girl I've been hurt in the past, cut up
I find it hard to bring down my guard Hold me closely and softly sweetly kiss my lips, my lips Oh baby, baby, baby Hold me closely and softly sweetly kiss your lips, your lips It's been so long since I heard that song It always does remind me of us The last time that I saw you I shouted and I fought you That awful night we parted was when this nightmare started But now tonight I see you and Jesus how I miss you Oh baby, baby, baby Hold me closely and softly sweetly kiss my lips, my lips Oh baby, baby, baby Hold me closely, I softly sweetly kiss your lips, your lips |
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