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The Dubliners - In The Rare Old Times - YouTube
Raised on songs & stories, heroes of re-known
The passing tales & glories that once was Dublin town
The hallowed halls & houses, the haunting childrens' rhymes
That once was Dublin city in the rare ould times
[Chorus:]
Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare ould times
My name it is Sean Demspey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard & late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memory
& I courted Peggy Dignan, as pretty as you please
A rogue & a child of Mary, from the rebel liberties
I lost her to a student chap with a skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul
[Chorus]
The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims my brain
'Cause Dublin keeps on changing & nothing stays the same
The Pillar & the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
As the great unyielding concrete makes a city of my town
[Chorus]
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
& watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the quay
My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes
I'm part of what was Dublin in the rare ould times
Luke Kelly Black Velvet Band - YouTube
Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that neat little town
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a tripping along the highway
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in her roguish black eye
A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand
And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land
Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band"
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, "Oh yeah", 'til you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemens Land
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
The Pogues Featuring Kirsty MacColl - Fairytale Of New York (Official Video) - YouTube
It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, ‽Won't see another one”
And then he sang a song 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew'
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one, came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So happy Christmas, I love you baby
I can see a better time when all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me, Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York City
When the band finished playing they howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner then danced through the night
The boys of the N.Y.P.D. choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day
You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God it's our last
The boys of the N.Y.P.D. choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day
I could have been someone, well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe, I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the N.Y.P.D. choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day
Read more at KIRSTY MACCOLL FEAT. THE POGUES - FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK LYRICS
Limerick Rake - The Dubliners - YouTube
If anyone laughs there'd be wigs on the green
The Dubliners - Fields Of Athenry - YouTube
Limerick anthem.
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Micheal they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyn's corn
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you're free,
Against the Famine and the Crown
I rebelled they ran me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.
By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.
Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.
And the best Dubliners song ever .
The Dubliners- Scorn Not His Simplicity - YouTube
Johnny Winter, blues guitarist, dies aged 70
R.I.P.
Johnny Winter 1969 Mean Town Blues at Woodstock 1969 - YouTube
OK, a question.
Is it worth it to go and see Johnny Clegg at a free concert, or not?
I remember really enjoying his african reggae music in my youth.
.... and this little number is especially for you Patsy.
Pussyfoot - The Way That You Do It (1976) - YouTube
The Dubliners- Scorn Not His Simplicity - YouTube
Just trying to help.
Just copy and paste the http in your address bar.
This one i dedicate to the person that knows it is for him
"Weird Al" Yankovic's TACKY (Parody of Pharrell's "Happy") Official Music Video - YouTube
I know, Gus, but i am used to just the copy paste mode.
Soon is my birthday so I'm getting ready
will.i.am, Cody Wise - It's My Birthday - YouTube
If you think it has a bit of Indian feeling, you're right. Here is the original one
Urvasi Urvasi - YouTube
Double post.
Never mind, we are not going to waste a post
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dj6sz8gyuoE
I've been looking for this tune on YouTube for years, but I couldn't remember exactly what it was called. The cassette it was on is long gone, but I've found the tune.
For those who want more, here's more.
I didn't know the band so I did some research. From Wiki : "NME have described Suns of Arqa albums as "definitely the most unusual records of all time", and added that "Some might call it ‘genius’; most will just settle for the word ‘insane’. Either way, the result is fascinating". " I agree with that, thanks for posting the link.
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Gary Moore - Parisienne Walkways - Live HD - YouTube
I remember Paris in '49.
The Champs Elysee, San Michelle
And old Beauolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine
In those Parisienne days.
Looking back at the photographs.
Those summerdays spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs,
About my old Parisienne days.