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RACIST
03:57
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WE TRAVELLED THE WORLD; REFUGEES
FARMERS AND SCHOLARS; EVACUEES
PRODIGAL SONS, DISPLACED DAUGHTERS
WE RAN FROM THE GUNS, WE RAN FROM THE SLAUGHTER
OUR BONES THEY WERE WEAK, OUR BELLY WAS SLACK
WE CRIED FOR OUR HOMES, WE COULDN’T GO BACK
HOW CAN WE BE IRISH AND RACIST NOW?
NOW, NOW, NOW
OUR SHIP WAS A COFFIN, FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDS
WE PAID FOR OUR GRAVE, NEVER KNOWING ITS END
CAME UPON SHORE, WORKED FOR OUR BREAD
SANG AND WE DANCED, LIFTED OUR HEAD
CHORUS
WE WEREN’T ALONE IN OUR BACK BREAKING ROLE
OUR FRIEND WAS THE SPADE, THE CHINK AND THE POLE
FOUGHT FOR THE NORTH, FOUGHT FOR THE SOUTH
POSED FOR THE WORLD SAT IN A WHITE HOUSE
CHORUS
PLUNDERED THE WORLD, ON A GUN SHIP
SPOKE FROM THE BIBLE, SHOT FROM THE HIP
INDOCTRINED, ENSLAVED, MURDERED THE BEST
PRETENDED TO HELP WHOEVER WAS LEFT
CHORUS
HOW CAN WE BE IRISH AND RACIST
HOW CAN WE BE BRITISH AND RACIST
HOW CAN WE BE FRENCH AND RACIST
HOW CAN WE BE AMERICAN AND RACIST
HOW CAN WE BE ISRAELI AND RACIST
HOW CAN WE BE HUMAN AND RACIST NOW
NOW, NOW, NOW
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ON THE ROAD
03:53
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THERE’S A PART OF ME THAT LOVES THE RACE
A PART OF ME THAT’S TRUE
A SACRED PART WHERE PEACE DOTH DWELL
AND ONLY LOVE BEATS THROUGH
A JOURNEYMAN FOR MANY YEARS
A TROUBADOUR OF SORTS
DANCED WITH MANY SANG WITH MORE
RARELY I’VE CROSSED SWORDS
ON THE ROAD, ON THE ROAD
I BELONG TO THE UNKNOWN
I’M MORE THAN I CAN SAY
MORE THAN I HAVE SHOWN
ON THE ROAD, ON THE ROAD
I BELONG TO THE UNKNOWN
MY CLOTHES ARE OF FINE TREAD
THOUGH THEY MAY NOT BE NEW
THEY’RE NOT STOLEN, THEY’RE NOT BEGGED
REPRESENT THE LIFE I CHOOSE
PEOPLE I’VE MET MANY
GOOD FRIENDS I HAVE BUT FEW
TIME MAY RULE OUR RENDEZVOUS
OUR EMBRACE IS WARM AND TRUE
ON THE ROAD, ON THE ROAD
I BELONG TO THE UNKNOWN
I’M MORE THAN I CAN SAY
MORE THAN I HAVE SHOWN
ON THE ROAD, ON THE ROAD
I BELONG TO THE UNKNOWN
THIS UNIVERSE IS WIDE
THIS WORLD IS SMALL, T’IS TRUE
BUT IT’S BIG ENOUGH TO LIVE A LIFE
WHERE I CAN MOVE ANEW
SILENCE CHEATS THE LIE
THERE’S TRUTH IN ALL I’VE SAID
I’VE NOTHING LEFT TO HIDE
MY SOUL IS EASY READ.
ON THE ROAD, ON THE ROAD
I BELONG TO THE UNKNOWN
I’M MORE THAN I CAN SAY
MORE THAN I HAVE SHOWN
ON THE ROAD, ON THE ROAD
I BELONG TO THE UNKNOWN
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MOVE OVER
04:35
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MOVE OVER, CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?
TAKE YOUR GUNS AND YOUR MONEY FROM MY FAMILY HOME
ON THE PATH TO THE SACRED
TO ALL THAT IS HOLY
YOU PLACE TRENCHES AND TOWERS
FOR YOUR PROFIT AND GLORY
BRING ON THE HALLELUJAH
HALLELUJAH
MOVE OVER, ARE YOU DEAF, ARE YOU BLIND?
HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE HOLOCAUST OF YOUR KIND
NO PROPHET IN SANDLES
NO WORDS IN A BOOK
CAN JUSTIFY KILLING
FOR THE LAND THAT YOU TOOK
BRING ON THE HALLELUJAH
HALLELUJAH
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4. |
DUBH GOAT
06:42
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WILD ATLANTIC WOMAN
03:26
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I’M GIVING UP THE CITY BOYS, LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND
FOR A WILD ATLANTIC WOMAN AND SOME PEACE OF MIND
YOU WON’T FIND ME ONLINE, I’M PICKING UP THE PEN
I’M GIVING UP THIS CITY FOR SOME DONEGAL ZEN.
SHE HAS MISCHIEF IN HER EYES AND HER HAIR CURLS IN THE RAIN
WILD ATLANTIC WOMAN, TAKING CARE OF ME
WILD ATLANTIC WOMAN, ON YOUR WEST COAST WE’LL BE FREE
I MET HER ON A SUNDAY, I WAS PICKING MY GUITAR
SHE ASKED IF SHE COULD JOIN ME, WE BLEW AWAY THAT BAR
I WAS LIVING IN A SHOEBOX IN THE SHADOW OF BIG BEN
SHE SAID “GIVE UP THAT CITY FOR SOME DONEGAL ZEN”.
WALKING OVER TOWER BRIDGE HER HAIR CURLED IN THE RAIN.
WILD ATLANTIC WOMAN, TAKING CARE OF ME
WILD ATLANTIC WOMAN, ON YOUR WEST COAST WE’LL BE FREE
WOKE UP MONDAY MORNING TO SIRENS FIGHTING CRIME
SHE SAID “ THERE’S A CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, YOU’LL GET LOST IN TIME.
SING FROM YOUR SOUL BOY, YOU’LL BE A BIG STAR WHEN
YOU GIVE UP THAT CITY FOR SOME DONEGAL ZEN”.
AND AS WE LOADED UP MY VAN HER HAIR CURLED IN THE RAIN.
WILD ATLANTIC WOMAN, TAKING CARE OF ME
WILD ATLANTIC WOMAN, ON YOUR WEST COAST WE’LL BE FREE
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6. |
DIRTY HABITS 2.Ø
02:50
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WE GOT DIRTY HABITS, LIKE NECKING JÄGER BOMBS
ABSINTHE COCKTAIL CHASERS WE TAKE ALL THAT COMES
PUTS A FIRE IN THE BELLY, AND A MONKEY ON THE BACK
A CHIP ON THE SHOULDER AND A PASSION FOR THE SACK
WITH MY BROTHER SYLVESTER WE’RE TEARIN’ UP THE TOWN
BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME SINCE HE’S BEEN AROUND
MONEY IN MY POCKET BURNING A HOLE
WHERE IT ALL WILL END NOBODY KNOWS
HE SAID HE FELT THE NEED TO GET A PIERCING DONE
BUT HE’D ONLY DO IT IF I WOULD COME ALONG
HE SAT DOWN IN A CHAIR, SHE RUBBED HIM WITH A SWAB
GAVE HIM A PRINCE ALBERT, WE CALL HIM METAL NOB
WITH MY BROTHER SYLVESTER WE’RE TEARIN’ UP THE TOWN
BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME SINCE HE’S BEEN AROUND
MONEY IN MY POCKET BURNING A HOLE
WHERE IT ALL WILL END NOBODY KNOWS
SHE SAID HER NAME WAS SARAH, SHE MATCHED HIM PINT FOR PINT
HE SAID “LET’S GET MARRIED”, SHE SAID “WHAT’S THE POINT”
SHE SHOWED HIM ALL HER SIVERWARE,
IT LASTED FOR THREE NIGHTS
THEIR PIERCINGS GOT ENTANGLED, BUT THE DOCTOR PUT THAT RIGHT
WITH MY BROTHER SYLVESTER WE’RE TEARIN’ UP THE TOWN
BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME SINCE HE’S BEEN AROUND
MONEY IN MY POCKET BURNING A HOLE
WHERE IT ALL WILL END NOBODY KNOWS
SUNDAY MORNING HITS US LIKE A HAMMER TO THE HEAD
SWEAR WE’LL NEVER DRINK AGAIN
WISHING WE WERE DEAD
TAKE THE HAIR OF THE DOG
SUNDAY EVENING ROCKS
MONDAY COMES AROUND TOO SOON
SPENT, BROKE, LOCKED
WITH MY BROTHER SYLVESTER WE’RE TEARIN’ UP THE TOWN
BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME SINCE HE’S BEEN AROUND
MONEY IN MY POCKET BURNING A HOLE
WHERE IT ALL WILL END NOBODY KNOWS
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7. |
THE ORANGE MAN COMETH
03:06
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THE ORANGE MAN’S COMING PEDDLING HIS FRUIT
HIS LITTLE HANDS ARE GREEDY, HE’S MAKING UP HIS TRUTH
HE’S LINING HIS POCKETS, HE’LL PROFIT FROM ME AND YOU
THE CHRISTIAN, THE MUSLIM, AND THE WANDERING JEW
THE ORANGE MAN’S COMING
THE ORANGE MAN’S COMING
THE ORANGE MAN IS COMING AND HE’S FUCKING ME AND YOU
HE’S GOT SOME TECHIE FRIENDS THEY BOUGHT HIM A BIG HOUSE
NOW HE’S CHANGING ALL THE LAWS SO WE’LL NEVER GET HIM OUT
THEY’RE NAZI ZIONISTS THEIR NEW GOD IS AI
AND WHEN HE FINDS THE BUTTON YOU CAN KISS YOUR ARSE GOODBYE!
THE ORANGE MAN’S COMING
THE ORANGE MAN’S COMING
THE ORANGE MAN IS COMING AND HE’S FUCKING ME AND YOU
HE’S EMPIRE BUILDING, HE’S SPREADING LIKE THE FLU
HE’S GOT HIS EYE ON GREENLAND AND CANADA TOO
HE’LL TARIFF HERE, HE’LL TARIFF THERE, THERE’S NOWHERE WE CAN HIDE
AND HE’LL BUILD TRUMP GAZA IF IT TAKES A GENOCIDE!
THE ORANGE MAN’S COMING
THE ORANGE MAN’S COMING
THE ORANGE MAN IS COMING AND HE’S FUCKING ME AND YOU
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8. |
BLARNEY
02:56
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9. |
CASTLES
04:10
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CHOOSE A BEGINNING, CHOOSE AN END
CHOOSE A LOVER, CHOOSE A FRIEND
CHOOSE THE LEFT, CHOOSE THE RIGHT
CHOOSE TO HIDE, CHOOSE TO FIGHT
MAKE A DECISION OWN YOUR LIFE
THERE IS NO WRONG WITH LOVE IN SIGHT
ALL THAT YOU MADE
ALL THAT YOU PLANNED
ALL THAT YOU SAVED
CASTLES IN THE SAND
CHOOSE THE BLUE PILL, CHOOSE THE RED
CHOOSE TO BELIEVE, EVERYTHING THAT’S SAID
CHOOSE TO REVOLT, CHOOSE TO GIVE IN
CHOOSE TO BUILD BRIDGES FORGIVE EVERYTHING
ALL THAT YOU MADE
ALL THAT YOU PLANNED
ALL THAT YOU SAVED
CASTLES IN THE SAND
CHOOSE TO DIE YOUNG, CHOOSE TO GROW OLD
CHOOSE TO BUY, CHOOSE TO BE SOLD
CHOOSE TO WONDER, CHOOSE TO PLAN
CHOOSE A WOMAN, HE, SHE, THEY, THEM, MAN
ALL THAT YOU MADE
ALL THAT YOU PLANNED
ALL THAT YOU SAVED
CASTLES IN THE SAND
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10. |
OUR DAY WILL COME
03:21
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A LAND THAT'S BEEN BROKEN
NEEDS TO HEAL FROM BOTH SIDES
ONE NATION HAS WOKEN
ONE SPIRIT HAS SPOKEN
ONE SOUL AND ONE PRIDE
STAND TALL MY FRIEND
EYES WIDE NO MATTER
OUR DAY WILL COME
YOU’RE A GIANT IN YOUR OWN LAND
ONE LOVER LONGS FOR DEVOTION
ONE DREAMER REACHES FOR PEACE
ONE MOVEMENT, ONE MOTION
ONE LAND AND ONE OCEAN
ONE PEOPLE BELIEVE
STAND TALL MY FRIEND
EYES WIDE NO MATTER
OUR DAY WILL COME
YOU’RE A GIANT IN YOUR OWN LAND
INSTRUMENTAL
STAND TALL MY FRIEND
EYES WIDE NO MATTER
OUR DAY WILL COME
YOU’RE A GIANT IN YOUR OWN LAND
OUR DAY WILL COME
WHEN WE ARE ONE
ONE LOVE, ONE PEACE, ONE IN BELIEF
OUR DAY WILL COME
STAND TALL MY FRIEND
EYES WIDE NO MATTER
OUR DAY WILL COME
YOU’RE A GIANT IN YOUR OWN LAND
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Roving Crows Ledbury, UK
Roving Crows are a Celtic Folk Rock band who play with genuine passion, energy and soul. A must see live act who showcase a mix of fiery, Celtic inspired fiddle, conscious intelligent lyrics backed by drums and driving bass. Roving Crows comprises; strong lead vocals, 4 part harmonies, guitar, fiddle, drums and bass ... more
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