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The Greyhound Race
03:49
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The war god of Lifford's infantry march to Glack
Glack has a dog track
Can you see the faerie in the hawthorn?
That grow on the road down in Blanket Nook
Take a look
They have a dog that the faerie folk want to race
Irish rocks are falling from deep outer space
Irish rocks in Glack sleep, sleep beneath the lake
Omagh man, stay in your caravan
The faerie folk have a dog they want to race
Down on the track in Glack
The war god reveals his hound
His royal guard they lead the dog into the racing cage
Thousands they wait for a single shot to ring out from the track
And the dogs are out
And the race is close
But first over the line, by a country mile is the faerie ghost dog from the bog
The war god of Lifford's infantry march from Glack
To chop down a hawthorn tree and burn it black
His infantry turn to brambles and fall around his feet
And the war god of Lifford turned into an MP3
That the faerie folk keep on a hard drive buried under a hawthorn tree
Omagh man, stay in your caravan
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2. |
Wolfman of Allariz
02:39
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In the mountains of Couso
In the North-west of Spain
I met two wolves, on the mountain pass
They were larger than myth, they scared me stiff
I rolled over three times and then I did find
That I was a werewolf not a traveling salesman no more
In the courtrooms of Allariz
The Spanish werewolf was tried
His identify crisis started when he was five
It's Galician tradition to burn all his clothes
If no wheel of St. Catherine is found in his mouth
Manuel Romasanta admitted thirteen crimes
But Manuel or Manuela was convicted of nine
The forensic evidence did show that the other four victims were killed by wolves!
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3. |
Dressing up for the TUV
02:27
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My name is Jack McKee
I was in the TUV and the Orange Order
The sacred order of orange yeah!
A tale I must now tell from long ago
Eight women from lslandmagee
They made a pact with the demon you see
So they were put in stocks, and then they got twelve months
The spectral evidence was evidence enough
And they were wild and poor and rough
My name is Jack McKee
And something tells me that they were guilty
Even though it was three hundred years ago
My name is Jack McKee
And I like cake and candy and once upon a time
When I was out walking in the woods at night
I got picked up by a cannibalistic witch
Who took me to her cannibalistic house
It was evil, evil, evil and I was feeling weak with desire
I began to dance and then she put me in a trance with her fertiliser
So you see, I never can dance with necromancy
It's evil, evil, evil, evil
The fertiliser of necromancy has left me fancy
Fancy that
Now I fancy a ride
On your witch broom tonight, alright
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I want a Derry gravy ring
I never heard of gravy rolls
Have you even got a soul?
Never speak of gravy rolls
I want a ring that's soft and brown
And covered with a chocolate crown
I never heard of gravy buns
Wind your bloody neck in son
Wind your bloody neck in
There's bother on the bridge again
The weather's cold, damp and grey
But have no fear your love is near
Hold her like a gravy ring
The people of the Iron Age knew
They couldn't really worship stones
All the stone forts around here
Blood and sweat and gravy tears
For worshiping the gravy bun
Wind your bloody neck in son
Wind your bloody neck in
There's bother on the bridge again
The weather's cold, damp and grey
But have no fear your love is near
Hold her like a gravy ring
Hold her like a gravy ring
The bakers up in Bonds Hill light
The baker's oven up at five
The vapours waft up through the lanes
Tickling your nostril brains
And everyone in Derry knows
A gravy ring smells like a rose
But if someday your nostril hairs
Lose the plot and leave you forever
Then you're going to know what hurts
Cause nothing is going to please your brain
Nothing like a gravy ring
There's bother on the bridge again
The weather's cold, damp and grey
But have no fear your love is near
Hold her like a gravy ring
Hold her like a gravy ring
And if someday it does me in
And you find me eating dust on the road
Give me a lick of your spoon
Give me a go on your ma's recliner
And we'll go astral traveling down through the gravy hole You're never going to make your meeting down at the dole They're soft and brown with a chocolate crown
You have no plans cause you're mashed on gravy buns
Wind your bloody neck in son
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5. |
Stuck on the Lyre
02:46
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I never wrote a love song in me life
But I have never had a life without love
No, no, no way
When I was wee, me ma would run a bath for me
She made the water warm with her hands
Cause she was all-powerful
My ma Marie, she was magical to me
Cause she could make the water warm with her hands
Class ..
And right before the '94 world cup, she went out and bought ABBA's greatest hits
And she would play it out the kitchen window
And we would score goals in the backyard
Like we were playing at the San Siro
Slow motion celebration, like a montage on TV
My ma Marie
My ma was class Adrianne, here's who I am Adrianne
Hi, one time I watched her go out the front door of our house in Westway in Creggan and stop two fellas from burning a bus
I thought
Me ma's more powerful than the police
She's more powerful than the army
She's more powerful than the 'ra
She's more powerful than Margaret Thatcher
My ma Marie, she was magical to me
Cause she could make the water warm with her hands Adrianne
Here's who I am Adrianne
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6. |
The Mobile Shop
02:52
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Wooly, he was a robber who worked in my father's mobile shop
Wooly, he light the fags, Wooly was grey like the grey sky above the housing estates
And he liked to smoke all day, he puffed the profits away
Manus used to work in my father's mobile shop
Always dressed in red in my father's mobile shop
Jim Barr brought the sweets to my father's mobile shop
But only my father knows who robbed my father's shop
Sometimes it was me, and my siblings at midnight
On the driveway it was parked, till morning it would stay
And then my father would drive his mobile shop away
Goodbye father, have a great day
The first rule of gold I learned in my father's mobile shop
The second law of gold I learned in my father's mobile shop
Swat the robber, swat the robber, mobile shop is going under
If you want to keep your treasure then you better catch the robber Sometimes it was me
Sorry, I stole the key
I was a teenage priest, goes where we goes
In the mobile shop, in the mobile shop
Catch the robber, catch the robber the mobile shop is going under
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7. |
Death in Strabane
03:01
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Donegal, Donegal
All my dreams are full of you and they're full of the banshee too
I got a job, working at the St. Paddy's day parade
I got a job, in Strabane working as Cuchulainn up on wooden pegs Brandishing my oversized plastic sword
All the people were waving, it was a powerful sight to see
Look at me, look at me
Donegal, Donegal
I can see your hills behind the housing estates in Strabane
I'm taller than any man, I'm taller than Strabane
Population forty thousand three hundred and something
In the year two thousand and nineteen
When all the people were wearing the green
Donegal, Donegal
All my dreams are full of you and they're full of the werewolf too
Now the parade is over all the people are heading to the market square
So I'm heading to the market square and I'll see you there soon
But up on these high pegs my legs are weary from walking
Though I can see the horizon, I'll get there soon as I can
But when I got to the corner of Castle street I fell
Off the wooden pegs I fell, through a telephone box I fell
Death in Strabane
Death of the Hound of Ulster
Death in Strabane
Death in Strabane
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8. |
Margaret
03:35
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The Lovely Lily was a horrible boat
The Lovely Lily was oh so frilly but it should have been sunk
Captain Hay was a prisoner inside
He was paying the price for being a nice and decent man
My great great great great great great great great grandfather
Was a great great great great great great great great man
I'm never gonna be what my great great great great grandfather
Will be to Ireland, will be to Ireland
Paddy Mccourt enjoyed the ball
And you could watch him all day on the left wing play
Give Paddy the ball
My great great great great great great great great grandfather
Was a great great great great great great great great man
And you could watch him all day on the left side play
There was no better man in all of Ireland
But what about all the underestimated Irish women that never get a mention? That's true, that's true we gotta sort that one out too
What about all the great under estimated Irish women that never get a mention down through all the Irish history books?
That's true, that's true we gotta sort that one out too
My great great great great great great great great grandmother
Was a great great great great great great woman
I'm never gonna be what my great great great great grandmother
Will be to women kind but when I get the time
I will write a song about her
Get down
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9. |
Donegal Sweetheart
03:22
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You are my girl
And all the world knows it
We walk these streets
Like kings and queens
And the world smiles with us when we smile with the world
Oh, oh
You're my sweet sweet baby, you're my baby, my sweet sweet baby
And Ballykelly forest is a fifteen minute drive away
From where we live in Derry city, Northern Ireland is very pretty
My sweet sweet baby, my sweet sweet baby, you're my baby girl
You are my girl
And all the world knows it, it knows it now
You're my sweet sweet baby, you're my baby, my sweet sweet baby
And Ballykelly forest is a fifteen minute drive away
From where we live in Derry city, Northern Ireland is very pretty
But it's not as pretty as my Donegal girl
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10. |
Hospital Beds and Drugs
04:13
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Hospital beds and drugs will take your pain not far away
Into the night we won't survive
Our heads are hurt our hearts are cursed
On a wheelchair of stars as dark as you are
As black as your ink, as black as a nun, everyone's numb
Everyone's a cripple, John
Intravenous
Nous ve tra in light
In your wheelchair
In your wheelchair tonight
Hospital beds and hospital drugs
Hospital beds and universal nuns
Will take your heart out of the cave
Your leprosy is not what it seems
It seems to be black, black as a nun
On a wheelchair of think, as black as your ink
You're white as a swan
Feathers and arms
Intravenous
Intravenous with light
When all the world is a werewolf
Take me to the hospital
I can see legions of archangels they are drinking from a swimming pool I can see the workhouse arms they are drinking in their night
Fluttering their arms they are swimming out beyond their depth somehow Where the suffering and pain collide
Hospital beds and swan
Sterilized wings all perfect and white
You're fixed to the bed by strange candle light
You're tied to your head, you're tied to the bed
On a wheelchair of stars as dark as you think
As black as your ink, as black as a nun
You're white as a swan
Everyone's a cripple, John
Intravenous
Nous ve Ira in light
In your wheelchair
In your wheelchair tonight
Hospital beds and hospital drugs
Hospital beds and hospital drugs
Hospital beds and hospital drugs
Hospital beds and hospital drugs
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11. |
Never been to Belfast
02:43
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Remember Sheila and Sammy
They were always standing at the corner of Littlewoods They were so smashed all the time
Napoleon Bonaparte
He was a well dressed fella
Banished to the Isle of Saint Helena
He'd seen a lot of places in his time
But he'd never been to Belfast
Qu'est-ce que tu sais? Merci beaucoup bebe
He'd never been to Belfast
So let me tell you a story about Sheila and Sammy One day they stole a French bayonet
From an antique shop up the town
They stayed drunk all day
Giving out about the UK
Just like Napoleon Bonaparte
Who was banished for all time
But they'd never been to Blackpool
Qu'est-ce que tu sais? Merci beaucoup bebe
They'd never been to Belfast
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