Monday, January 21, 2013

...red, red roses, so blue...! rovin, and a rovin' ...! ...'humpty dumpty' "was pushed"...!

Must have been for the first Obama Presidential Ball



http://blog.missesdressy.com/tag/cocktail-dresses

https://dl.dropbox.com/u/82691550/A-Poem-from-the-top-of-me-head-20jan2013.pdf


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Blood Red Roses
Traditional
http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics/60.html

Our boots and clothes are all in pawn
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
It's mighty drafty 'round Cape Horn
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

But it's round Cape Horn that we must go
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
For that is where them whalefish blow
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

My dear old mother wrote to me
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
Oh, son, dear son come home from sea
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Now one more pull and that will do
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down
For we're the boys to pull her through
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

Oh, you pinks and posies
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down

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40 Shades Of Blue
Larry Kirwan
http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics/3.html

Oh it's midnight on the Bowery and your feet are soakin' wet
And you've drank your last brass farthin'
You'd sell your soul for a cigarette
And the sounds from CBGBs are comfortin' to you
Then you think of the green fields of Ireland
And you feel 40 shades of blue

Ah you're back on the drink since September
And your head feels like a sieve
And you know that you're goin' from bad to worse
But you just don't give a shit
And the hymns from the Sally Army sound heavenly and true
Then you think of your friends and your family
And you feel 40 shades of blue

Ah you've got a great future behind you
But you're goin' nowhere fast
Just up and down the Bowery from Canal Street to old St. Marks
And you wonder what she's up to now
Did she really find somebody new
Ah how the hell could she just walk out like that
On your 40 shades of blue

And you wonder how it came to this
Was it always in the cards
'Cause workin' is for idiots
And you loved the smell of bars
And the letters that you sent back home
Were full of all the things you'd done
But they don't say you're down there on Bleecker Street
With your hand out on the bum

Now the dawn's comin' up on the Bowery
And you're heartsick and soakin' wet
With your tongue hangin' out for some Irish Rose
You'd sell your soul for a cigarette
"And someday I'm gonna give up this drinkin'
But then maybe someday I'll win the lottery too
Then I'll go back home to old Wexford Town
And paint her 40 shades off blue"

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A Pair Of Brown Eyes
Shane MacGowan
http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics/10.html

One summer evening drunk to hell
I sat there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know

In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed then bled some more

And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labelled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes

I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dreams
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me

So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing

So a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
For a pair of brown eyes

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I Loved The Ground She Walked Upon
Traditional
http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics/244.html

I loved the ground she walked upon
And the air she would softly breathe
The feather touch of her gentle lips
That only a fool would leave
That only a fool would leave
But we tasted forbidden wine
Though I loved the ground she walked upon
I could never have made her mine

The swallows fly all along the canal
And I watch with a heavy heart
In dizzy spins they dive and wheel
Touch wings and then depart
Touch wings and then depart
As the summer fades away
Though I loved the ground she walked upon
I knew that I could not stay

The swallow is a summer's child
And she flies before the cold
Though I loved the ground she walked upon
She was not mine to hold
She was not mine to hold
But it was easy to pretend
Though I loved the ground she walked upon
A summer has to end
A summer has to end

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Ninety-Eight
William Rooney
http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics/356.html

Still forms, grey dust, blank stones in Dublin City,
A grave in green Kildare,
And many a grassy mound that moves our pity
O´er Erin everywhere.

Cave Hill, above the Lagan noises, rearing
Her shaggy head in pride;
Lone Ednavady´s brow, and Antrim staring
Across Lough Neagh´s rough tide.

Killala still her weary watch maintaining
Beside the ocean´s boom,
And Castlebar in faithful guard remaining
Around the Frenchmen´s tomb.

Ross, Wexford, Gorey, Oulart, Tubberneering,
And many a Wicklow glen
That knew the dauntless souls and hearts unfearing
Of Dwyer and his men.

These, through a hundred years of gloom and doubting,
Speak trumpet-toned today
Above the cry of creed and faction´s shouting,
To tread the olden way.

These, in the hearts of all true men waken
The olden fires anew;
These tell of hope unquenched and faith unshaken,
Of something still to do.

They bring us visions, full of tears and sorrow,
Of homes and hearts left lone;
Of eyes grown dim with watching for a morrow,
Of joy that never shone.

But too, they whisper notes of preparation
And strength beyond the seas;
Of hope outliving night and desolation
Through all the centuries.

Then to the staff-head let our flag, ascending
Our fires on every hill,
Tell to the nations of the earth attending
We wage the battle still.

Tell to the nations, though the grass is o´er them
For many a weary year,
Our father´s souls still thrill the land that bore them,
Their spirit still is there.

And by their graves we swear this year of story
To battle side by side
Til freedom crowns with immemorial glory
The cause for which they died.


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Red Roses For Me
Sean O'Casey
http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics/419.html

A sober black shawl hides her body entirely
Touched by the sun and the salt spray of the sea
But down in the darkness a slim hand so lovely
Carries a rich bunch of red roses for me

Her petticoat simple and her feet are but bare
And all that she has is but neat and scanty
But stars in the deep of her eyes are exclaiming
I carry a rich bunch of red roses for thee

No arrogant gem sits enthroned on her forehead
Or swings from a white ear for all men to see
But jewelled desire in a bosom so pearly
Carries a rich bunch of red roses for me
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Red Is The Rose
Traditional
http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics/418.html

Come over the hills my handsome Irish lad
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road love, and I'll make a vow
That I'll be your true love forever

Red is the rose by yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any

Down by Killarneys green woods we did stray
The moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone it's rays on his locks of golden hair
And he swore he'd be my love forever

Red is the rose by yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any

It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
It's all for the loss of my handsome Irish lad
Now my heart is broken forever

Red is the rose by yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any

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The Sea Around Us
Dominic Behan
http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics/443.html

They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair
That no stream like the Liffey can ever compare
If it´s water you want you´ll find nothing more rare
Than the stuff they make down by the ocean

The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide
Long may it stay between England and me
It´s a sure guarantee that some hour we´ll be free
Oh thank God we´re surrounded by water

Tom Moore made his waters meet fame and renown
A great lover of anything dressed in a crown
In brandy the brandy old Saxon he´d drown
But throw ne'er a one into the ocean

The Scots have their whisky, the Welsh have their speech
And their poets are paid about tenpence a week
Provided no hard words on England they speak
Oh Lord! What a price for devotion

The Danes came to Ireland with nothing to do
But dream of the plundered old Irish they slew
´Yeh will in your Viking, said Brian Boru
And threw them back into the ocean!

Two foreign old monarchs in battle did join,
Each wanting their head on the back of a coin
If the Irish had sense they´d drowned both in the Boyne
And partition throw into the ocean!

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There Will Be Another Day
Chris Byrne
http://celtic-lyrics.com/lyrics/394.html

Reluctantly I give flow to this song
Got my fingers crossed hoping that I'm wrong
But I'll take my chances before this chance is gone
I gotta question
Just what's going on ?
It don't seem quite rational
Reaching out for multinational assistance
Them cats best be kept with a distance
Or if need be met with assistance
They'll give you crazy lucci but control all the tools
So consumer fools will play by their rules
The fools, the fools, the fools, Pearse once said
At O'Rossa's grave, trying to wake up the dead
Ireland unfree shall never be at peace
So why all the sudden are the troubles gonna cease
Like royal family leeches it seems they are here to stay
But keep hope boy ...

There will be another day

Beware of Greeks bearin gifts and Yankees bearin dollars
Before you cut a deal think of J.R. from Dallas
I see golden arches span across New Grange
Hojos and Starbucks in the Burren making mad change
How about White Cashel ? Don't let culture be a hassle
Tear it down to the ground, tear it down
The world's biggest playground
Keep Eire in mind for your next little trip
The Emerald Isle Orlando of Europe
Guests of the nation tend to overstay but keep hope boy ...

There will be another day

To maintain a level I remain a rebel
Take stands won't shake hands with the devil
Not me son, they don't get me on the run
Humpty Dumpty was pushed cause no one had a gun
When a wrong remains a wrong a right remains a right
Darkness is darkest just before the light so keep strong
The road is rough, the road is tough, the road is long
On it alone or with a group either way
As long as no one stays on it ...

There will be another day


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I WILL BE FOR EVER
George F. Thomson B.

...I will be for ever,
I do not know if you will, First Lady Michelle Obama...!
...I will be for ever,
I do not know if you will, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II...!
...I will be for ever,
I do not know if you will be, color so red...!
...I will be for ever,
I do not know if you wll be, flowing so red...!
...I will be for ever,
I do not know if you will be, blood so mingled in one, as a baby...!
...I will be for ever,
I do not know if you will be, Star Spangled Banner, and U.S.A...!
...I will be for ever,
I do not know if you will be, traditions and ancient Religions and Bible Apocalipsis...!
...I will be for ever,
I do not know if you will be, old old Earth, if anything is left...!


...I will be for ever,
said the rose to the bee...!
Not knowing that her fading away,
would give place to the next rose tree...!

...I will be forever,
said the Bison to the mountain Cougar...!
Not knowing that her cubs,
would not give place to her next time round...!

...I will be for ever,
said the River to the tree...!
Not knowing that her fading away,
would give way to the deserted way...!

...I will be forever,
said the 'Apple tree to the pruner...!
Not knowing that her apple's,
would give way to the fields of farming...!

...I will be forever,
said the Farmer to the market place,
Not knowing that his produce,
would give way to another "World"...!

A World of cultivation of 'grass, 'grains,
and humanoid sub-species, as no other,
"meat" could be found, other than one 'another...! 


...I will be for ever and ever,
You see there is nothing better,
than the logic of logic, thought, mind and brains...!
There is nothing better,
than a "pure" heart, and "pure" mind...!
There is nothing worse,

than 7 Billion brainwashed human slaves...!
There is nothing better,
than a Redemption without sacrifice,
nor the need for red blood flowing without or beyond its life...!
The love of us all humans united to live our heaven here,
 and not the one they offer after this life...!
What made humans be as they are today...?
Only what we are not today, or can stop from being...!
Only those that want others to be something absurd,
that they are...!
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