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Belfast
04:13
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BELFAST
(Scene #1: Ravenhill Avenue)
During the ’74 Workers Strike, he set off for work one morning,
He reached the top of the street where he was beaten by the boys,
He’d both his legs and arms broken,
By tattooed hands with nails bitten to the quick,
That would be tonight around the hips of an Ulster girl.
In Belfast; where you had to keep looking over your shoulder.
In Belfast; where an ‘haitch’ or a ‘aitch’ could get you killed.
In Belfast; where the women cry but the men keep it all in.
My Belfast: you nearly had me... you nearly had me.
(Scene #2: Millisle)
Sitting in the back of the car, we’re driving to Millisle,
We’ll be in ‘Little Shankill’ in about half an hour,
They'd give me a couple of quid,
And then they’d hit the ‘First & Last’,
For an afternoon’s drinking,
I’d sit outside on the pavement and watch the people going by,
It was the only thing to do,
Then I’d go into the pub and beg them to take me home,
And we’d all get in the car and drive all the way back to Belfast...
...where you had to keep looking over your shoulder.
In Belfast; with the Prods and the Fenians and the Glens and the Blues.
In Belfast; where the women cry but the men keep it all in.
My Belfast: you nearly had me... you nearly had me.
Sure it’s old but it is beautiful.
Soldiers are we...
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2. |
Middle Man
03:36
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Middle Man
Pick up the brightest light from the big antenna,
That’s beaming out from somewhere in the stars,
And the song is in you, and the beat’s forgiven you,
Let’s start again as if our eyes have just been opened,
To the brightest light from the big antenna,
That’s beaming out from somewhere in the stars,
And the old man Joe sings,
And his old girl’s listening,
She does a dance as the Word floats right through her,
She sees the brightest light from the big antenna,
That’s beaming out from somewhere in the stars,
And the radio don’t pick it up,
And the TV don’t pick it up,
It needs a Middle Man,
The Middle Man is you.
The oul’ lad said he once saw a spaceship,
And everyone thought he was mad,
He even took a photograph that he keeps for himself,
Right here in his back pocket.
But it’s all creased and torn,
Because he took it back in ’64,
And it don’t look like much,
But if you look real hard there’s something...
It’s like a big white light coming out of the blue,
It’s like a big white light coming out of the blue,
It’s sees the brightest light from the big antenna,
That’s beaming out from somewhere in the stars,
And the radio don’t pick it up,
And the TV don’t pick it up,
It needs a Middle Man,
The Middle Man is you.
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3. |
Man In Brown
02:54
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Man In Brown
O, little man,
In shades of brown,
From top to toe,
From up to down,
Tan, russet, fawn,
beige, camel, cream,
Side-shade senior.
O, little man,
The grass is green,
In twilight season,
Never did a button of harm to anyone,
Easy listening.
Who are you?
White light or dead leaves on overgrown lawn?
In a world turned brown,
Like nicotine,
Like the garden bench,
That sits alone,
Retired.
O, little man,
The war has gone,
Reflections.
Of what could have been,
Buddy Holly’s Everyday,
Seems a little closer,
Each time you pull the curtains...
Who are you?
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and the boy sat under the stairs
—-
I was the kid with the yellow teeth,
And the lost gaze,
From the bleared eyes,
I was the boy with a frightened soul,
Looking always up to the stars,
For the love I knew that was out there,
For the one,
You know I never gave up.
Because I believe in love,
Because I believe in you,
Because I believe in hope,
Yes I do.
And the boy sat still under the stairs,
By a torchlight moon, in silence.
If he wished it so hard, he could disappear,
Into nothing at all.
You see I believed in love,
You see I believed in you,
You see I believed in hope,
And I still do...
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5. |
The Wee House
05:00
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The Wee House
I picked myself off the floor and walked down to ‘The Wee House’,
It was half-eight on Sunday morning and the place was jammed.
The place was hiving with brilliant losers...just like me.
You see the girl who used to sing opera?
She’s wasted.
She’s trying to stand up straight and keep her dignity.
She used to dream of singing at Covent Garden,
Now she’s singing for the old boys in the Wee House instead.
But it’ll be alright when Tuesday comes,
That’s when my money comes through,
I’m going to buy a ticket on the bus and go to the sea,
And watch the sun going down...over me.
It’s funny how things turn out – you look in the mirror and you’re young,
The next time you look you are older.
And there you sit in the corner.
Staring into your pint.
You’ve thrown it all over the floor, you just don’t care.
You used to be a musician in the West End,
Now you pick your guitar with a beer mat, as the old boys sings their songs.
But it’ll be alright when your claim comes through,
When you fell outside the King Dick,
And you stand to make about three grand,
And when we get it we’re going on such a bender.
It’s funny how things turn out – you look in the mirror and you’re young,
The next time you look you are older.
Sure, if you’re not marching then you’re fighting...
if you’re not marching then you’re fighting...
if you’re not marching then you’re fighting...
if you’re not marching then you’re fighting yourself.
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6. |
Peace
04:32
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Peace
I don't ask much of this world,
I just want to stay alive and get on with my thing,
I'll do anything for a quiet life,
You see If you're happy then I'm happy too.
I've got my wee routine and it floats along nice,
It doesn't require much just a bit of quiet,
To give my head peace to take in the stillness,
Of being with my Self.
Isn't that what we're all after?
...some Peace?
When you get those moments alone,
With just you and a presence,
When you feel that shiver,
It means you are connected.
Connected to the Voice,
Connected to the Sun,
Connected to the Spirit,
Connected to The One,
Sure, isn't that what we're all after?
...some Peace?
And at that moment there are no laws,
There's just you and that sacred moment.
When the world outside disappears,
And the quiet takes you home.
Sure, isn't that what we're all after?
...some Peace?
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7. |
Home
05:05
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Home
When I get my soul over this bridge I will be home,
When I've punched that clock for the very last time, I will be home,
When I've dragged these bones over the cobblestones of every back street, I will be home,
You see I'm ready to go home...
You see I thought I'd see my name in lights,
Shining like a beacon over Broadway,
But I spent my time getting wasted,
I never noticed I was ageing,
'til it hit me, and boy did it hit me,
With what I have become.
When I've been a dick for the very last time I will be home,
When I've wound my neck in and taken my head right out of my ass I will be home,
When I see what has always been sitting right in front of me the whole damn time, I will be home,
I'm ready to gohome...
We think we're special, like we're a jewel in a crown,
But mate, this universe will keep on,
When you're lying in the ground,
As you're clinging on by your fingernails to this life,
Remember you'll never get out of here alive,
So I'll see you in the next world...
...all the Geordie Best...
Sure it’s old...
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8. |
Dusk
03:54
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