@ALBUM: black.47 Black 47 EP by Black 47 ========================= @SONG: Funky Ceili (kay-lee) Bridie's Song Bridie was teachin' out in Carysfort I was workin' in the bank 2 pay checks every friday And a Morris Minor out in the back But I was mad for jigs and reels Drinkin' dirty big pints of stout When the Bank of Ireland gave me the boot They said "Don't let the door hit your arse on the way out." Fiddleeee diddleeee deidelydee I was born to play the funky ceili Over the seas and far away - off to Amerikay Fiddleeee diddleeee deidelydee Where the wild, wild women are waitin' for me Think of me Bridie whenever you see me there on your MTV I love you, a cushla, but how can I be Without me punky funky ceili Bridie broke down and started to bawl When I told her about me divorce from the bank She said "I've got news of me own, a stor, I'm two months late and it's not with the rent" She said I'd have to be tellin' her Da So we drove the Morris Minor to Cork The ould fella said "you've got two choices, Castration or a one way ticket to New York!" So here I am up on Bainbridge Avenue Still in one piece but glad I'm alive Drinkin' dirty big glasses of porter Playin' me jigs and me reels and me slides Think of you, Bridie, whenever I'm sober Which isn't too often, I have to confess Take good care of the Morris Minor Bad luck to your Da and give the baby a great big kiss - from his daddy in the Bronx Oh Bridie, I'm still crazy about you, girl Does the baby look like me, Bridie Has he got red hair and glasses Oh, Bridie, sell the Morris Minor Come on out to America girl The pubs never close over here I've got a palace up on Bainbridge Avenue I've got the biggest bed in the world, girl, We can stay in it and make babies forever... @SONG: James Connolly Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye "My name is James Connolly - I didn't come here to die But to fight for the rights of the working man The small farmer too To protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws So hold on to your rifles, boys, and don't give up your dream - Of a Republic for the workin' class and economic liberty" Then Jem yelled out "Oh citizens,this system is a curse An English boss is a monster, An Irish one even worse They'll never lock us out again and here's the reason why My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die..." And now we've got the GPO with the bullets whizzin' by With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin' each other goodbye Up steps our citizen leader and roars out to the sky "My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die... Oh Lily, I don't want to die, we've got so much to live for And I know we're just goin' out to get slaughtered, but I just can't take any more Just the sight of one more child screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum Or his mother slavin' 14 hours a day for the scum Who exploit her and take her youth and throw it on a factory floor Oh Lily, I just can't take any more They've locked us out, they've banned our unions, they even treat their animals better than us No! It's far better to die like a man on your feet than to live forever like some slave on your knees, Lily But don't let them wrap any green flag around me And, for God's sake, don't let them bury me in some field full of harps and shamrocks And whatever you do, don't let them make a martyr out of me No! Rather raise the Starry Plough on high and sing a song of freedom Here's to you, Lily, the rights of man and international revolution" We fought them to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky 'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight They shot him in Kilmainham jail but they'll never stop his cry "My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die..." @SONG: Maria's Wedding Oh Maria, I'm so sorry I wrecked your wedding You've just got to believe me But just the thought of you takin' your clothes off for that jerk Oh, it got me drinkin' and then suddenly I'm staggerin' into church And I'm dancin' like Baryshnikov all across the high altar Oh I bet that you're still mortified But just think, girl, No one's ever gonna be forgettin' The day I wrecked your wedding Oh Maria, I'd get down on my knees, girl, You've just gotta believe me But just the sight of you standin' there in your brand new wedding dress Oh, it got me so upset and then your father's screamin' "You no good lousy punk I always knew you were a drunk" And your mother, she's havin' her 19th nervous breakdown But just think girl No one's ever gonna be forgettin' The day I wrecked your wedding Oh Maria, I'd do anything you asked me to, I swear I'll change, I'll even give up drinkin', hangin' out with the boys, 'Cause I just can't live without yur body and you Oh Maria, I'll even sell my strat, give up the band You better believe me, girl, this time it's true Oh Maria, I'll even go out and get a job for you Oh Maria, I'm so sorry I wrecked your wedding You just got to believe me But 10 years from now this is goin' to be one big happy memory Oh your old man he's even gonna grow to love me, I'll give him 6 grandchildren I'll be so respectable, I might even run for president, I will be so electable, I'll keep you happy and expectable and forever pregnant That way you'll never be forgettin' - the day I wrecked your wedding @SONG: Our Lady of the Bronx Oh Mary Mary, I think I'm crackin' up Everthing is fallin' apart My arms are empty and you have just put A fourty-five slug through my heart I've been riding the D train alll day and all the night And I just can't seem to come down I wish I could reach you but you're so out of touch And now you don't even want me around Didn't I do everything you asked me to Didn't I give you everything you wanted So why are you always down there on your knees Prayin' to Our Lady of the Bronx Out on Decatur a crowd has gathered round A Hasidic hangin' on a cross On his knees down in the gutter A Mayo man is blessin' himself >From deep inside a tenement building A Cuban woman raises her voice She'd just heard the news on Channel 11 "Madonna appearin' in the Bronx" Oh Mary Mary, I can't make it on my own This town is tearin' me apart We've got to get out, we've got to get back home The walls are closin' in fast I can hear their footsteps comin' Now they've stopped outside our door This could be our last chance But you won't come with me, will you No you'd sooner stay and pray for redemption in the Bronx @SONG: Black 47 Everything is still Not a chicken not a body Just an awful sickenin' silence roarin' in my brain And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land An ould wan rolls over on her back The grass stains still green upon her chin I can sill hear her keenin' and screamin' in the wind There's no love left on earth And God is dead in heaven In these dark and deadly days of Black 47 God's curse upon you Lord Trevelyan May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell 'Til England and its Empire Answer under heaven For the crimes they committed in Black 47 Paudie said "c'mon now Don't look back, she's not livin', she's a phantom And she'll curse us if we look into her eyes" Oh God, I think I'm dyin' - the fever's in my brain For can't you see that pack of children up ahead The beards of old men sproutin' from their chins Can't you hear their screams of hunger in the wind Darlin' Paudie save me I think I'm sinkin' fast, me blood is boilin' Don't let me die here in a ditch If the hunger doesn't get me - the fever surely will Paudie took me up and threw me 'cross his shoulder He nursed me everyday 'til we reached Amerikay Screamin' and shoutin' like two madmen in the wind [*]=====================[*] [*] typed in by: [*] [*] Gary Adkins [*] [*] gary@gnu.ai.mit.edu [*] [*]=====================[*]