
Irish Folksongs - Back home in Derry
Tekst :
In 1803 we sailed out to seaOut from the sweet town of Derry
For Australia bound if we didn t all drown
And the marks of our fetters we carried
In rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains
Our good women we left in sorrow
As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow
Chorus:
Oh..... I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh..... I wish I was back home in Derry
At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
As down below decks we were lying
O Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
By a vision of bold Robert dying
The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
Dan O Connor was down with a fever
Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
How many will meet their receiver
I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight
White horses rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight
Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three
Our comrades we buried each morning
And in our own slime we were lost in a time
Of endless nights without dawning
Van Diemen s land is a hell for a man
To live out his whole life in slavery
Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law
Neither wind nor rain care for bravery
Twenty years have gone by, I ve ended my bond
My comrades ghosts walk behind me
A rebel I came - I m still the same
On the cold winters night you will find me
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
April
Joey said that you d been calling
I guess that means we re through our falling out, April
But don t begrudge my being wary
Of the hatchet you d like to bury
I ve still got the scars, April
April you tied yourself to...
I guess that means we re through our falling out, April
But don t begrudge my being wary
Of the hatchet you d like to bury
I ve still got the scars, April
April you tied yourself to...
Rudy płomień
Nazwałeś mnie kiedyś swoim płomieniem
Splatając włosy mówisz, że parzą twoje palce.
Igrałeś z ogniem rozdmuchując iskry .
I biorąc w dłonie całe jego kiście.
Rudy płomień - przetykany złotą nitką
Rude ciepło - takie bliskie mojej twarzy.
Twoje włosy rude - to wszystko .
Rude...
Splatając włosy mówisz, że parzą twoje palce.
Igrałeś z ogniem rozdmuchując iskry .
I biorąc w dłonie całe jego kiście.
Rudy płomień - przetykany złotą nitką
Rude ciepło - takie bliskie mojej twarzy.
Twoje włosy rude - to wszystko .
Rude...
Pablo Picasso
The woman that I love
Is forty feet tall
She s a movie star
She s all in the papers
And everywhere i go
People hand me quarters
And they pat me on the back
They treat me like im famous
I ll never leave her side
Cause today can be dangerous
And when the night arrives
The light hit...
Is forty feet tall
She s a movie star
She s all in the papers
And everywhere i go
People hand me quarters
And they pat me on the back
They treat me like im famous
I ll never leave her side
Cause today can be dangerous
And when the night arrives
The light hit...
Out to get you
YEAAAAAHHHH!!! Baby, baby, baby!! We re out to get you!
We got good singin
We got good playin
We got earth shakin
GRAND FUNK AND ROCK N ROLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Baby, baby, baby!! We re out to get you! (Repeat ...)
...
We got good singin
We got good playin
We got earth shakin
GRAND FUNK AND ROCK N ROLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Baby, baby, baby!! We re out to get you! (Repeat ...)
...
Esther
Esther s been reading books,
She s changed the way that she thinks and the way that she looks
Her coffee is black now and so are her clothes
She s shaved off her hair and put a ring through her nose
Esther s been...
She s changed the way that she thinks and the way that she looks
Her coffee is black now and so are her clothes
She s shaved off her hair and put a ring through her nose
Esther s been...