Clearance
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In the dust of an early morning sunrise,
A little statue lay beneath the sun,
When the weightless fell and the sky turned yellow,
A widow found it with her son.
They washed it when they got it home,
In some water from a wooden bowl
They placed it on the mantelpiece,
And they draped it with some holy beads,
Then they said the Rosary,
On the morning of the 13th Day,
The little Boy ran outside crying, “Mama! Mama”!
Rosa Maria
Rosa Mystica
I see the blood flow from her eyes
Rosa Maria
Rosa Mystica
It turns to Roses when she cries
The word it spread throughout the land,
Just like a chorus of a Symphony,
Bout the little statue found in sand,
The holy crying figurine,
They queued for miles when they came,
The poor, the sick, the deaf, the lame,
The lost who flowed freak hero wine,
Outcasted destitutes, the blind,
The young who hid their love away,
Came to Maria to pray
Rosa Maria
Rosa Mystica
To see the blood flow from her eyes
Rosa Maria
Rosa Mystica
It turns to Roses when she cries
The church it came to claim Maria,
For their own divine Prosperity,
They trampled on her little children,
Not for the first time, the last time,
They took the statue in their hands,
But the floor gave in, it turned to sand,
They buckled with their weakness and
The cover it was lifted.
Those who hide behind a gun,
of silent lies its best to run,
And cast themselves into the sun,
With an anvil tied beside them.
Ave Maria Ave Maria
Ave Maria Ave Maria……….. Maria
Clearance
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The art students don’t look the same,
As they did in my day,
but they still long to be free,
as they bounce down the street,
They wear the rebel face,
Holding tight to art case,
They've something they can't hold inside,
Something that they can't hide,
And the Winos are buzzin like bees,
Though some they have gone,
There's always a new recruit,
Some old ones wear suits,
Outside the Bookies they stand,
Cigarettes in their hands,
Hoping on a 20/1,
Man I hope that it comes,
This is my Home
This is my Home
Old women they walk to the shops,
Trench-coat plastic hats,
To protect their dyed permmed curls,
Them smash’n auld girls,
Some old men are dressed to the 9’s,
And their Brylcreem still shines,
Just like when they were young,
When they drank, danced and sung,
She is only 16,
Standin with an ice-cream,
Empty buggy and a child on her hip,
Don’t let the gossips take grip,
From the “fur-coat no knicker brigade”,
Cappuccino, in shades,
Acting like she never known lust,
Looks at her in disgust,
Mrs go Catch yourself on!
Mrs go Catch yourself on!
Like a picture in frame,
2 towns with 1 name,
The division lines are known by the shops,
From the bottom and top.
And love they say that you’re wrong,
Still you’re where I’m from,
And how can I know,
Where I’m going to,
If I don’t look at you,
You are my home
You are my Home
You are! My home
Clearance
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I do not know what song to sing,
Do not know what chord to shape,
I fly solo down the wing,
I have not learnt from my mistakes,
Staring blankly at my page,
Empty lines to me's a cage,
Write 6 words upon a flame
A -song –of- tribute- Sarah- Jane.
Sarah Jane Sarah Jane
Sarah Jane Sarah Jane
Throw back my head and close my eyes,
To fill the void between the lines,
Projection reel inside my head,
Of you with nails crimson red.
And flippin pennies at your feet,
White pigeons flap down Francis Street,
Read the title once again,
A song tribute Sarah-Jane,
Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane
Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane
I’ll bridge the chorus with a verse,
Skip, line, the intro then reverse,
Sing your name at least 4 times,
In conclusion make it rhyme,
At this fracture I will say,
I love you Darlin Sarah- Jane .
Ooh Ooh ooh
I filled my pockets with Ha'pennies and Pennies
Jesus they cried!
And whatever they had to do with and this and do with that.
Won’t you say a Prayer to Saint Jude for me?
I pray to Saint Jude
I pray to Saint Jude
It's as sure as God’s in heaven
There was always music in that house
Jesus they cried!
I Love you Darlin Sarah Jane
Clearance
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The rain it falls like sheets outside your window,
It seems to have been that way since she’s been gone
A black-skull cloud, sits outside your window,
And the Madness sits, in wait outside your door,
It’s the Madness, It’s the Madness,
It’s the Madness, It’s the Madness,
Your folks don’t see, the man you see yourself boy,
Your friends they do not even know the score.
Your mask don’t slip beneath your trip-switch eyes boy,
And the Madness sits awake outside your door.
It’s the Madness, It’s the Madness
It’s the Madness, It’s the Madness
Your Guardian- A don’t fly the way she used to,
Her wings are grey, her feathers they are torn,
Your brakes don’t fit, you Waltz to quick for her boy!
And that Madness sits with fists, outside your door.
I have seen the shows on the TV late at night,
The unsuspecting host to the deadly parasite,
Used and left alone, only eaten inside out,
Used to nurture something that was Evil,
The Madness …………
Where ya Gonna go? Where ya Gonna go?
Where ya Gonna hide? Ya Don’t know…
Where ya Gonna go? Ya Don’t Know..
Ya Just Cry…
Clearance
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I took a McCorkell ship to New York City,
The sharks seemed to leave us at it’s shore,
There only was one reason for me leavin,
An Gorta Mor!
When I first got in to New York Harbour,
I made my mark and told them my name,
They took me to a place called Staten Island,
Thirty days quarantine!
Oh Mother tonight hear me callin,
Let the wind blow as far as it can blow,
And carry my voice across the ocean,
To Inishowen!
Then a “runner” told me heaven was Manhattan,
He took my coin, took my bag as well,
He swore his boarding house would take some beatin
Then he danced me into hell!
On the steel factory gates and shop windows,
Signs read, “No Irish Need Apply”!
For here it’s all the rage for them to hate us,
You can see it in their eyes!
Oh Mother tonight hear me callin,
Let the wind blow as far as it can blow,
And carry my voice across the ocean,
To Inishowen!
There’s a dirty band of rats they call “Know -Nothing’s”
Who would burn us in our beds where we lie,
They control the docks and the 5 points,
So there’s nothing left to do but organise!
I don’t know
He don’t look Navajo
And the one spitting at me
Don’t look Cherokee
But the vigilante man
Is screaming it’s his land!
I just wish to Christ I was back in Inishowen
No No No No No No!
No No No No No No !
Oh Inishown.
Clearance
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She worked the Villa Rosa,
Desenzano by the lake ,
She was a maid,
She dressed in black,
She made the beds.
I was busking fromVerona,
Tryin to make my way back home,
I was young,
I had set out on my own.
The first time that I saw her,
She had linen in her hands,
When we kissed, the Moonlight hit,
And tilted on her tan,
When I drove her little Vespa,
Through the markets by the lake,
I felt a King!
With her arms around my waist.
When nighttime wove its starry cloak,
Upon that little town, she'd strip down,
To her skin of olive brown,
We'd go skinny dippin in the lake,
Then she'd light a cigarette,
Her body wet,
Then she'd cast her tenderness,
The first time that I saw her,
She had linen in her hands,
When we kissed, the Moonlight hit,
And tilted on her tan,
When I drove her little Vespa,
Through the markets by the lake,
I felt a King!
With her arms around my waist.
Now nighttime brings the Boatman,
I hear her callin me,
“Cara MIA!”
“Cara MIA!”
“Cara Mia Resta Qui!”
Ti Amo
You see the last time that I saw her,
She had my baby in her arms,
But it wasn’t right, a Busker's life,
To make her roam the land,
Now I don’t know,
It's been so long!
If I can make it right?
But I wanna make it right…..
Heart in 2……….
Clearance
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Walkin through the disco masses,
See the waitress with her glasses,
Pyramid and stacked so high,
How does she do it?
I sidestep a drunken glipe,
Willing ready for a fight,
Walk on fella not tonight!
I’m looking a good time.
That is where I first met ya,
Close my eyes I cant forget ya,
Movin like an Angel’s veil,
On a dance-floor of plastic.
Write 8 digits in a line,
Gimme yours and you take mine,
Take you for a drink some time,
You’re duke’ n fantastic!
Met her top of Chlorine Gardens,
She changed the Springtime into Autumn,
Like the cover of that Dylan album,
I think its “Freewheelin”.
Just like that, ya changed me,
With a finger -click, ya turned it on,
Moth to flame ya kill me,
But in a good way,
So if it’s ok,
I’d like to sing to you this song
I’d like to sing to you this song
We take a drive to Carlingford,
I’ll cut your name into a bark,
Then circle it with a heart,
And pierce it with an arrow,
The ghosts of lovers coat the tree,
Your splintered eyes of brown and green,
Change colours right in front of me,
All the colours of Ireland,
I feel the climate in you eyes,
A balanced world surrounds your smile,
That little girl,
The woman now,
Making it easy…
Ya say that you’re the same as me,
Babe you’re not the same as me,
I have eyes I can see.
Your Beautiful….
Just like that, ya changed me,
With a finger click, ya turned it on,
Moth to flame ya kill me,
But in a good way,
So if it’s ok,
I’d like to sing to you this song
I’d like to sing to you this song
Instrumental “Weavers”
She comes to me, The night it falls
Laura
The night is long, She comes to me
I sing my song
Clearance
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From here to eternity,
From a ghost to mortality,
This nightmare it’s reality,
When did hatred stem from love?
Prime ministers and presidents,
Holy-men and parliaments,
Moneymen and terrorists,
What’s the difference after all?
Hiroshima and Palestine,
The Twin Towers they took ‘em down,
Blanket bombs fall on Baghdad town,
Frightened women run in fear.
Burn Burn Burn
Burn Burn Burn
Burn Burn Burn
What good is a war when it’s won?
What difference did it make by the setting sun?
When a mother’s still a mother even without her son,
With flag and letter in her hand.
We’ve seen the stills and the photographs,
Of children lying in a bed of glass,
Q-Ball faces stare back at us,
But we just don’t take it in,
The propaganda posters show photographs,
Brave young 6 year olds with Kalashnikov’s,
You don’t see them in their teens,
With their heads blown off,
When they look the other way.
Feel the Middle East deadlock,
Torture snaps and booby traps,
Kill for oil, would ya die for soil?
Would you blame God if he pulled the plug?
When will we get to read the Screenplay?
See the world feel it Turn.
Feel it Feel it
See the world feel it Burn
Burn Burn Burn
See the world feel it Turn
Burn Burn Burn
See the world feel it Burn.
Burn Burn Burn
See the world feel it Turn
Burn Burn Burn
See the world feel it Turn
Burn Burn Burn
See the world feel it Turn
Clearance
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Clearance
Master Owned By: Baz McSherry
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Clearance
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Clearance
Master Owned By: Baz McSherry
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Clearance
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Clearance
Master Owned By: Baz McSherry
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Clearance
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Performed By: Baz McSherry
Written By: Baz McSherry & Jonathan Toman
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