1. |
Sweet Molly (Acoustic)
03:13
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I first met Molly when I was seventeen
She made me want to be free
She showed me things that I had never seen
Oh, sweet Molly, what do you do to me?
She took me out raving and kept me up all night
Watching shit on the TV
She ensnared my senses in a web of pulsing light
Oh sweet Molly, what do you do to me?
Molly, you can't stay away
The umbrella looks good in the corner, love, but the open door's not safe
We're dancing until the break of day
Oh, Molly, you're gonna make me pay...
Molly is a wild child; an obsessive-compulsive freak
She courts chaos in symmetry
She'll leave you in the gutter if she sees you when you're weak
Oh sweet Molly, what do you do to me?
Molly, this cannot be real
I'll write letters to all my friends and tell 'em how I feel,
Put the boots behind the door where they belong
Oh Molly, I wrote you this song.
Molly talks shit at a hundred miles an hour about every fucking subject under the sun
Mistress of obscurity
She left me in bed with pounding head and a fight I never won
Oh sweet Molly, what do you do-
Molly! You can't stay away,
The umbrella looks good in the corner, love, but the open door's not safe,
We're dancing without gravity
Oh Molly, what do you do to me?
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2. |
God Of Bridges
05:38
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The fire burns out into the night,
The sun leaves a black hole in the sky
That can't be filled
By anyone, we're all left behind,
The smoke dances out along
The bridges that you built,
They will go on, after you've gone
They will go on...
The rampant monster tore your Irish heart
You fought a battle that could not be won
Sorry, God's not here, please leave a message after the tone
But the bridges that you built, they will go on.
The stone and earth are oh so cold,
A God of Bridges I was told
Exists, where was he
When the unclean thing took hold?
Was he, is he watching over
The bridges that you built?
They will go on, after you've gone
They will go on...
The rampant monster tore your Irish heart
You fought a battle that could not be won
Sorry, God's not here, please leave a message after the tone
But the bridges that you built, they will go on.
Sometimes all you can do is try
The God of Bridges was a lie
I couldn't bring myself to say goodbye
The God of Bridges is a lie
And with you any faith I had left
Withered, crumbled and died
And as you cross the final bridge,
I hope you find something better than this
Waiting for you on the other side.
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I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, and stole my comb,
But that's alright, til I go home,
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the Belle of Belfast City,
She is a-courting, ONE, TWO, THREE!
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her,
Knock on the door and ring on the bell,
Oh my true love, are you well?
When she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes,
Old Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fella with the rovin' eye,
I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, and stole my comb,
But that's alright, til I go home,
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the Belle of Belfast City,
She is a-courting, ONE, TWO, THREE!
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
As the snow comes tumbling from the sky
She's as sweet as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home,
Let them all come, as they will,
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, and stole my comb,
But that's alright, til I go home,
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the Belle of Belfast City,
She is a-courting, ONE, TWO, THREE!
Please won't you tell me who is she?
I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, and stole my comb,
But that's alright, til I go home,
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the Belle of Belfast City,
She is a-courting, ONE, TWO, THREE!
Please won't you tell me who is she?
I'll tell me ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, and stole my comb,
But that's alright, til I go home,
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the Belle of Belfast City,
She is a-courting, ONE, TWO, THREE!
Please won't you tell me who is she?
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4. |
Sweet Molly (Electric)
03:12
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I first met Molly when I was seventeen
She made me want to be free
She showed me things that I had never seen
Oh, sweet Molly, what do you do to me?
She took me out raving and kept me up all night
Watching shit on the TV
She ensnared my senses in a web of pulsing light
Oh sweet Molly, what do you do to me?
Molly, you can't stay away
The umbrella looks good in the corner, love, but the open door's not safe
We're dancing until the break of day
Oh, Molly, you're gonna make me pay...
Molly is a wild child; an obsessive-compulsive freak
She courts chaos in symmetry
She'll leave you in the gutter if she sees you when you're weak
Oh sweet Molly, what do you do to me?
Molly, this cannot be real
I'll write letters to all my friends and tell 'em how I feel,
Put the boots behind the door where they belong
Oh Molly, I wrote you this song.
Molly talks shit at a hundred miles an hour about every fucking subject under the sun
Mistress of obscurity
She left me in bed with pounding head and a fight I never won
Oh sweet Molly, what do you do-
Molly! You can't stay away,
The umbrella looks good in the corner, love, but the open door's not safe,
We're dancing without gravity
Oh Molly, what do you do to me?
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5. |
Headline (Electric)
04:04
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"Could I make a difference?" Jimmy said,
"If I put a bullet through my headline,
I was raised on all the songs and stories,
The myths and phony glories
That say that we're all doing fine"
Come on, mate, pour me another glass
Watch the room gyrate before I pass out on the floor
I was raised on all the songs and stories,
The myths and phony glories
I don't believe them any more.
So please don't wake me from my happiness
With all these real things that shake me to my core
When money gives you the right
to take another man's life,
Don't wanna live in this world no more.
"I can't live in this daze with you," Jimmy said,
"Of TV and God and new iPods, let's make a new iDeal
We'll tear down all the songs and stories
The myths and phony glories
Let's do something for the real."
So please save me from my happiness
With all these real things that shake me to my core
When money gives you the right
to take a thousand lives
Don't wanna live in this world no more
Don't wanna live in this world no more.
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