1. |
Headline
04:03
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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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2. |
The Runaway
03:28
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She left home in the dead of night,
When the moonbeams set the sea alight,
There was fire in the eyes of that lonely girl,
She said goodbye to Milltown Malbay
And hitched a ride on up to Galway
To swap Daddy's wandering hands for the world.
She took the first train out to Dublin,
Her glass was full and her heart was bubblin'
But she knew that by the Liffey she couldn't stay,
See Daddy hadn't been too kind
To her, so she'd robbed him blind
And she'd run til she had no money left to pay.
And I can't help thinking that this is not gonna turn out well
"You can believe what you want," she said,
"And I might give a damn when I see you in hell!"
She never stayed in one place for long;
Her instincts kept her moving on
Until she had no money left to burn
Oh the boys, well she had plenty
But they left her feeling empty,
Still, she'd found another way to earn.
And I can't help thinking that this is not gonna turn out well
"You can believe what you want," she said,
"And I might give a damn when I see you in hell!"
And she blew their minds just like Oberyn Martell
"You can believe what you want," she said,
"And I might give a damn when I see you in hell!"
She travelled Europe coast to coast,
Trying to escape Daddy's ghost,
Although I don't think that he was dead
She disappeared into the dark,
I heard she runs a house in Prague
That girl always knew how to get ahead...
And I couldn't help thinking that this would not turn out well
"You can believe what you want," she said,
"And I might give a damn
And I might give a damn,
Yes, I might give a damn when I see you in hell!"
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3. |
Ramblas
02:25
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She stole my heart down in Donnington
And I let her keep it willingly
But, she took it with her on a plane,
So I followed her across the sea
And now I'm strolling down the Ramblas
With the sun in my hair,
the wind in my face, without a care
I found freedom with my lady in Barcelona
We were happy, but soon I had to go,
I often think of the view from Montjuic
Of that shining city where I know
That she'll be strolling down the Ramblas
With the sun in her hair,
the wind in her face, without a care
I'm gonna leave this town of shadows,
I'm gonna pack my bags and go
To where the shining towers of the Sagrada Familia
Will be waiting, welcoming me home
Then we'll be strolling down the Ramblas
With the sun in our hair,
The wind in our face, without a care.
Yeah we'll be strolling down the Ramblas
With the sun in our hair,
The wind in our faces, without a care.
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4. |
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She left home in the dead of night,
When the moonbeams set the sea alight,
There was fire in the eyes of that lonely girl,
She said goodbye to Milltown Malbay
And hitched a ride on up to Galway
To swap Daddy's wandering hands for the world.
She took the first train out to Dublin,
Her glass was full and her heart was bubblin'
But she knew that by the Liffey she couldn't stay,
See Daddy hadn't been too kind
To her, so she'd robbed him blind
And she'd run til she had no money left to pay.
And I can't help thinking that this is not gonna turn out well
"You can believe what you want," she said,
"And I might give a damn when I see you in hell!"
She never stayed in one place for long;
Her instincts kept her moving on
Until she had no money left to burn
Oh the boys, well she had plenty
But they left her feeling empty,
Still, she'd found another way to earn.
And I can't help thinking that this is not gonna turn out well
"You can believe what you want," she said,
"And I might give a damn when I see you in hell!"
And she blew their minds just like Oberyn Martell
"You can believe what you want," she said,
"And I might give a damn when I see you in hell!"
She travelled Europe coast to coast,
Trying to escape Daddy's ghost,
Although I don't think that he was dead
She disappeared into the dark,
I heard she runs a house in Prague
That girl always knew how to get ahead...
And I couldn't help thinking that this would not turn out well
"You can believe what you want," she said,
"And I might give a damn
And I might give a damn,
Yes, I might give a damn when I see you in hell!"
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5. |
Hills of Connemara
03:51
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Come gather up the pots and the old tin can,
The mash and the corn, the barley and the bran,
Then run like the devil from the excise man,
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney!
Keep your eyes peeled well today,
The excise men are on their way,
They're searching for the mountain tay
In the Hills of Connemara.
Gather up the pots and the old tin can,
The mash and the corn, the barley and the bran,
Then run like the devil from the excise man,
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney!
Swing to the left and swing to the right,
The excise men can dance all night,
Drinking up the tay in the broad daylight
In the Hills of Connemara.
Gather up the pots and the old tin can,
The mash and the corn, the barley and the bran,
Then run like the devil from the excise man,
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney!
Stand your ground, now don't you fall,
The excise men are at the wall,
Jaysus Christ, they're drinking it all
In the Hills of Connemara.
Gather up the pots and the old tin can,
The mash and the corn, the barley and the bran,
Then run like the devil from the excise man,
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney!
Gather up the pots and the old tin can,
The mash and the corn, the barley and the bran,
Then run like the devil from the excise man,
Keep the smoke from rising, Barney!
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