Carrickfergus
I was born in Belfast between the mountain and the gantries
To the hooting of lost sirens and the clang of trams:
Thence to Smoky Carrick in County Antrim
Where the bottle-neck harbour collects the mud which jams
The little boats beneath the Norman castle,
The pier shining with lumps of crystal salt;
The Scotch Quarter was a line of residential houses
But the Irish Quarter was a slum for the blind and halt.
The brook ran yellow from the factory stinking of chlorine,
The yarn-milled called its funeral cry at noon;
Our lights looked over the Lough to the lights of Bangor
Under the peacock aura of a drowning moon.
The Norman walled this town against the country
To stop his ears to the yelping of his slave
And built a church in the form of a cross but denoting
The List of Christ on the cross, in the angle of the nave.
I was the rector's son, born to the Anglican order,
Banned for ever from the candles of the Irish poor;
The Chichesters knelt in marble at the end of a transept
With ruffs about their necks, their portion sure.
The war came and a huge camp of soldiers
Grew from the ground in sight of our house with long
Dummies hanging from gibbets for bayonet practice
And the sentry's challenge echoing all day long.
I went to school in Dorset, the world of parents
Contracted into a puppet world of sons
Far from the mill girls, the smell of porter, the salt mines
And the soldiers with their guns.
poem by Louis Macneice
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Belfast
Belfast
Belfast
Belfast
Got to have a believin
Got to have a believin
Got to have a believin
All the people
Cause the people are leavin
When the people believin
When the people believin
When the people believin
All the children cause the children
Are leavin
Refr.:
Belfast
Belfast
When the country rings the leaving bell youre lost
Belfast
Belfast
When the hate you have
For one anothers past
You can try (you can try)
You can try (you can try)
You can try
To tell the world the reason why
Belfast
Belfast
Belfast
Its the country thats changin
Its the country thats changin
Its the country thats changin
All the people
Cause the people are leavin
Its the world thats deceivin
Its the world thats deceivin
Its the world thats deceivin
All the people
Cause the people believin
Repeat refr.
When the children believin
When the children believin
When the children believin
All the people
Cause the people are leavin
When the people are leavin (you)
When the people are leavin
When the people are leavin
All the children
Cause the children believin
Repeat refr.
Belfast
Belfast
Belfast
song performed by by Boney M.
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Go, Tell It On The Mountain
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
When I was just a learner
I sought by night and day
To have the good lord help me
To guide me on my way
For I am like a shepherd
My hopes and faith to guard
Each day I find the answer
And love is my reward
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
The shepherds kept their watching
Oer silent flocks by night
When lo! throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light
The shepherds feared and trembled
When high above the earth
Rang out an angels chorus
To hail our saviors birth
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
Our jesus christ is born
Our jesus, jesus christ is born
That jesus christ is born
Go and tell, tell it on the mountain
That jesus christ, christ is born
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Up To My Neck In You
Well Ive been up to my neck in trouble
Up to my neck in strife
Up to my neck in misery
For most of my life
Ive been a fool
And you know what a fool can do
Im telling you
You came along when I needed you
Now Im up, Im up to my neck in you
And Ive been up to my neck in pleasure
Up to my neck in pain
Ive been up to my neck on the railroad track
Waitin for the train
To cruise on through
Well baby my time is due
Oh its way overdue
You came along and you pulled me through
Now Im up, up to my neck in you
Well Ive been up to my neck in whiskey
Ive been up to my neck in wine
Ive been up to my neck in wishing
That this neck wasnt mine
I was a loser
You werent lost
Baby you were too good, too good to be true
What youve got no one else could do
Now Im up, Im up to my neck in you
Yeah you came along when I needed you
Oh Im up to my neck in you
song performed by by AC-DC
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The Carroll County Accident
Carroll countys pointed out as kind of square
The biggest thing that happens is the county fair
And I guess thats why it seemed like such a big event
What we all call the carroll county accident
The wreck was on the highway just inside the line
Walter browning lost his life and for a time
It seemed that mary ellen jones would surely die
But she lived long enough for her to testify
Now walter browning was a happy married man
And he wore a golden wedding ring upon his hand
But it was gone nobody knew just where it went
Hed lost it in the carroll county accident
Mary ellen testified he flagged her down
Said he was sick and could she drive him into town
And no one even doubted what she said was true
Cause she was well respected in the county too
Now I went down to see the wreck like all the rest
The bloody seats, the broken glass, the tangled mess
But I found something no one else had even seen
Behind the dash in marys crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubberband
And inside the ring from walter brownings hand
And it took a while to figure out just what it meant
The truth about the carroll county accident
By dark of night I dropped the ring into a well
And I took a sacred oath that I would never tell
The secret of the carroll county accident
Cause the county ordered dad a marble monument
I lost him in the carroll county accident
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Alda
To the Harbour River where my lover is standing and watching,
To the harbour River where my love is standing and wating for me,
But i am around to show Alda the beautiful side of this town;
For, i do feel this love around me like to fill a bottle with water!
However, there is a natural muse of love blowing in the air.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Whoop and Holler
And when you whoop and holler,
'Cause your rent aint paid...
With a blaming finger done,
To one who's been at your aid.
All you do is isolate yourself more and more,
When you jump up and down...
With your lips on the floor!
And when you whoop and holler,
Like you need to be caged.
All you show to people,
Is a raging that's crazed.
You're not the only one today upset!
I suggest you sit down,
Before somebody breaks your neck!
And when you whoop and holler,
'Cause your rent aint paid...
With a blaming finger done,
To one who's been at your aid.
All you do is isolate yourself more and more,
When you jump up and down...
With your lips on the floor!
And when you whoop and holler,
Like you need to be caged.
All you show to people,
Is a raging that's crazed.
You're not the only one today upset!
I suggest you sit down,
Before somebody breaks your neck!
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
You're the one who chose to live your life the way you do.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
And when you whoop and holler,
Like you need to be caged.
All you show to people,
Is a raging that's crazed.
You're not the only one today upset!
I suggest you sit down,
Before somebody breaks your neck!
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
You're the one who chose to live your life the way you do.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
And when you whoop and holler,
'Cause your rent aint paid...
With a blaming finger done,
To one who's been at your aid.
All you do is isolate yourself more and more,
When you jump up and down...
With your lips on the floor!
All you do is isolate yourself more and more,
When you jump up and down...
With your lips on the floor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Farewell Cable Tram
Now a sad farewell to the cable-tram,
Staunch friend of the quieter days,
That glided down thro' a leisured town
Ere the urge for speed was a craze.
We'd time to spare and we took the air
On a sociable seat outside
Calm charioteers of those peaceful years
When 'the trams' were a city's pride.
Clash! Clang! The twin bells rang,
And the grip went smoothly in.
Then we floated along to a muted song
And a dearth of hustle and din.
Untouched by the need for racketting speed
That frazzles the moderns' nerves,
Scarce heeding at all the warning call:
'Sit tight! Hold on at the curve!'
Unhurried, serene, we viewed the scene,
Or chatted with Charlie or Sam.
Oh, in spite of the rage of a jazz-mad age,
I'm still for the cable-tram, I am,
The jolly old cable-tram.
But they're rooting them out, the cable-trams,
Like all earth's pleasanter things;
To oblivion brought by a Juggernaut
That needs no leading strings
And they'll serve when dead, for a shelter shed
By some shrill suburban road.
Or a garden 'nook,' unbelievably crook,
At a philistine's abode.
Clash! Clang! . . . How the breezes sang
On a sunny Sabbath Day.
And away we go with Fanny or Flo
For a tram trip down the Bay.
'What O! There's class!' Proud ponies pass
With their shining jinkers there,
And joy's complete, we've a front-row seat,
And the sea-wind's in our hair.
And never a car snorts by to mar
That peace with its swank and sham.
You may keep your noise and your clattering toys!
I'm for the cable-tram, I am!
Idyllic old cable-tram.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Belfast Child
When my love said to me
Meet me down by the gallow tree
For its sad news I bring
About this old town and all that its offering
Some say troubles abound
Some day soon theyre gonna pull the old town down
One day well return here,
When the belfast child sings again
Brothers sisters where are you now
As I look for you right through the crowd
All my life here Ive spent
With my faith in God the church and the government
But theres sadness abound
Some day soon theyre gonna pull the old town down
One day well return here,
When the belfast child sings again
When the belfast child sings again
Some come back billy, wont you come on home
Come back mary, youve been away so long
The streets are empty, and your mothers gone
The girls are crying, its been oh so long
And your fathers calling, come on home
Wont you come on home, wont you come on home
Ome back people, youve been gone a while
And the war is raging, in the emerald isle
Thats flesh and blood man, thats flesh and blood
All the girls are crying but alls not lost
The streets are empty, the streets are cold
Wont you come on home, wont you come on home
The streets are empty
Life goes on
One day well return here
When the belfast child sings again
When the belfast child sings again
Music : traditional arrangement : simple minds words : simple minds reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Carrick
Have you loved someone so much
You'll put in all in
Just so he'll never be harmed
Funny names for funny games
I'm the one to blame
And I take up all the pain
And make it go away
Like the rain
I feel so insane
but I a good way
Me and him get away and play
In different world
Its never the same
Carrick is my little brother
Sometimes a bother
But never a problem
I'm here to make sure
He doesn't make the same mistake
And open the wrong gates
He's not fake
He loves cake
He loves to bake
He's the one to know the 1st thing on my mind
He's so kind
He's almost all mine
That's my boy
Carrick
poem by Brandon Osbourn
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Leaving Langside
Waves are dancing in the harbour,
spray is cool against my face;
life has worn away the armour
that once kept your mem’ry chained.
Cross the channel lights are flashing
through the night for sailors’ eyes;
seems I’ve sailed too many miles now
waiting for the sun to rise
We last met down here in sunlight
in the Mount Stewart public bar.
You were standing by the window
and the sun was o’er Belfast.
We’d lost love we thought was lasting
but could only say hello;
so we’d reached the final parting.
I knew as I watched you go.
Like some creature of the seasons,
these gales drive me here for you.
I’ve lost count of all the reasons;
now Langside seems empty too.
Seagulls ride the wind above me;
they can’t leave this foaming shore,
but I’m leaving here forever,
never leaving your front door.
Chorus
And these cliffs all know when winter’s due
bringing gales and tales of you
to this little town on Scotland’s shore
where you and I loved long ago.
In the younger days of the Republic there lived in the county of - two men, who were admitted on all hands to be the very best men In the county; which, in the Georgia vocabulary, means they could flog any other two men in the county.
quote by Augustus Baldwin Longstreet
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Become A Robot
Heres hoping you dont (hoping you dont)
Become a robot (clang clang)
Clang, clang, whoops, too late
Heres hoping you dont (hoping you dont)
Become a robot (clang clang)
Clang, clang, whoops, too late
Lets stick together cause were number 8*
Lets stick to numbers cause were great*
Heres hoping you dont (hoping you dont)
Become a robot (clang clang)
Clang, clang, whoops, too late
Hey!
Wait!
Heres hoping you dont (hoping you dont)
Harbor a deathwish* (help help)
Help, help, help yourself
Heres hoping you dont (hoping you dont)
Harbor a deathwish* (help help)
Help, help, help yourself
Hip, hip, horrific are the words we sing
Hip, hip, horrific is our thing
Heres hoping you dont (hoping you dont)
Become a robot (help help)
Help, help, help, help
Help, help, help
Notes
*these lines are disputable. the liner notes to then: the earlier years claim that the lines in the first bridge are as written here, and that in the second verse the line is harbor a wish
Quot; many fans claim to hear harbor a deathwish or harbor a penguin, but deathwish seems the most likely. others hear number a/cause were gray
E first bridge rather than what is printed here.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Things I Have Lost
During my life I've lost many things...
I've lost my teddy bear
I've lost my blanket
I've lost my bottle and binkie
---------
I've lost my homework
I've lost my backpack
I've lost my books and glasses
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I've lost my keys
I've lost my cellphone
I've lost my wallet and my credit card
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But with all the things I've lost,
I've NEVER lost a person like you
and don't plan on it any time soon.
poem by Lydia Shivley
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Song Of A Mountain Man
I come from Land of bracken hills and green meads fringed by hedges
And I am still a mountain man and rough around the edges
And now I live in Sherbrooke Shire in the Dandenong Ranges
From Bracken hills to gum tree hills the scenery so changes.
I've never cared for city life and I feel only pity
For those who have to live and work in the smoky inner city
Pollution clogs the city skies, the traffic noise and rattle
Down in the smoky concrete World life's like a constant battle.
The mountain man a healthy man the air he breathe is cleaner
And he's living in a Natural World a World that's quiet and greener
He's living in a Natural World his life span ought be longer
The mountain man a healthier man than city man far stronger.
I love the hills the quiet hills, the woods where birds are singing
And every time I leave the hills back to the hills my thoughts go winging
For I don't like the Concrete World the World of man's endeavour
And I'll always be a mountain man a mountain man forever.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Hiram Scates
I tried to win the nomination
For president of the County-board
And I made speeches all over the County
Denouncing Solomon Purple, my rival,
As an enemy of the people,
In league with the master-foes of man.
Young idealists, broken warriors,
Hobbling on one crutch of hope,
Souls that stake their all on the truth,
Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding,
Flocked about me and followed my voice
As the savior of the County.
But Solomon won the nomination;
And then I faced about,
And rallied my followers to his standard,
And made him victor, made him King
Of the Golden Mountain with the door
Which closed on my heels just as I entered,
Flattered by Solomon's invitation,
To be the County -- board's secretary.
And out in the cold stood all my followers:
Young idealists, broken warriors
Hobbling on one crutch of hope --
Souls that staked their all on the truth,
Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding,
Watching the Devil kick the Millennium
Over the Golden Mountain.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Who takes cover under the branch, collects what rains and collects what falls.
Message In Bottle
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
No-one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Ooh... message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Dont believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems Im not alone in being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Sending out an sos
Sending out an sos
Im sending out an sos
Im sending out an sos...
song performed by by Police
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Message In Bottle
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
No-one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Ooh... message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Dont believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems Im not alone in being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
Ill send an sos to the world
Ill send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Sending out an sos
Sending out an sos
Im sending out an sos
Im sending out an sos...
song performed by by Police
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Song -- County Guy
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
The lark his lay who thrill'd all day
Sits hush'd his partner nigh:
Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,
But where is County Guy?
The village maid steals through the shade,
Her shepherd's suit to hear;
To beauty shy, by lattice high,
Sings high-born Cavalier.
The star of Love, all stars above
Now reigns o'er earth and sky;
And high and low the influence know-
But where is County Guy?
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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County Guy
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
The lark his lay who thrill'd all day
Sits hush'd his partner nigh:
Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,
But where is County Guy?
The village maid steals through the shade,
Her shepherd's suit to hear;
To beauty shy, by lattice high,
Sings high-born Cavalier.
The star of Love, all stars above
Now reigns o'er earth and sky;
And high and low the influence know--
But where is County Guy?
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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