The Lyric Chain

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

The minstrel boy to the war has gone;
In the ranks of death you will find him.
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of Song," said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword at least thy right shall guard;
One faithful heart shall praise thee."

The minstrel fell, but the foeman's steel
Could not bring that proud soul under.
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its cords asunder
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free;
They shall never sound in slavery!"

- The Minstrel Boy, Irish Traditional

[goat starer]

New Model Army - The Charge
Album - Thunder and Consolation

(nice little song about the Miners Strike)

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Our history speaks in thunder
From a thousand village halls
In blood and sweat and sacrifice
In honoring every hall
So the forces gathered against the thorn
A-piercing in their side
The brave new world is beckoning
So the olden world must die

In the offices of the city
At all the tables of oak and power
The snares are laid and baited
For the approaching of the hour
A hundred justifications
And the presses are ready to roll
The gateways to the nation
They are firmly under control

CHORUS:
On on on, cried the leaders at the back
We went gallopping down the
Blackened hills
And into the gaping trap
The bridges are burnt behind us
And there's waiting guns ahead
Into the valley of death
Rode the brave hundreds

Well we called for reinforcements
From the friends that we had known
But this is the 1980s
And we were on our own
We never felt like heroes
Or martyrs to a cause
Just battleweary soldiers
In a bloody civil war

CHORUS:
On on on, cried the leaders at the back....

The massacre now is over
And the order new enshrined
While a quarter of the nation
Are abandoned far behind
Their leaders offer the cliche words
So righteous in defeat
But noone needs morality
When there isn't enough to eat
The unity bond is broken
And the loyalty songs are fake
I'll screw my only brother
For even a glimpse at a piece of the cake
We only cry in private now
Behind the shuttered glass
When we think of the charge of this brigade
The severing of the past

CHORUS:
On on on, cried the leaders at the back....

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

 As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left
Cause I've been blastin and laughing so long that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone


But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talking, and where you walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

And its go boys go
They'll time your every breath
And every day in this place you're two days nearer death
But you go

Well a process man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky
There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair

Well I've worked among the spitters and I breathe the oily smoke
I've shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh 'on makes you choke
I've stood knee deep cyanide, gone sick with a caustic burn
Been working rough; I've seen enough to make your stomach turn

There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore
The young men like their money and they all come back for more
But soon your knocking on and you look older than you should
For every bob made on the job you pay with flesh and blood

Well a process man am I and I'm telling you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky
There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair

And its go boys go
They'll time your every breath
And every day in this place you're two days nearer death
But you go

- "The Chemical Worker's Song (Process Man)", Great Big Sea

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you

Police - Every Breath You Take

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

For Alcohol Boy:


Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober

Oh, now, brave boys, we're on the march and off to Portugal and Spain
The drums are beating, banners flying, the devil ahome will come tonight
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da,
Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!

Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober

Said the mother: "Do not wrong me, don't take my daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you, and after death me ghost will haunt you
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da,
Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!

Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober

The French are fighting boldly, men dying hot and coldly
Give ev'ry man his flask of powder, his firelock on his shoulder
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da,
Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!

Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober

- "Whiskey, You're the Devil", Irish Traditional

[Sibling Chatty]

OK, here goes...

Jimmy Buffett, written by Marvin Gardens

Why Don't We Get Drunk...

I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
So bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw

Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

I want to be your sledgehammer
Why don't you call my name
Oh let me be your sledgehammer
This will be my testimony
Show me round your fruitcage
cos I will be your honey bee
Open up your fruitcage
Where the fruit is as sweet as can be

I want to be your sledgehammer
Why dont you call my name
Youd better call the sledgehammer
Put your mind at rest
Im going to be-the sledgehammer
This can be my testimony
Im your sledgehammer
Let there be no doubt about it

Peter Garbiel - Sledgehammer

[Vita Curator]

"The Iron Sea"
Keane

Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing

Somewhere beyond the sea
He's watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to his arms I'd go sailing
It's far beyond a star, it's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon

We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing
Some sailing

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

let me sail, let me sail, let the orinoco flow,
let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli.
let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,
let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.

from Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
from Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
from Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
from Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea.

Enya - Orinoco Flow

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

From the Halls of Montezuma
To the Shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
of United States Marine.

Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in ev'ry clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job--
The United States Marines.

Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;

If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.

- "The Marines' Hymn", lyrics unknown, tune Jacques Offenbach

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes - and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

You gotta fight for your right to party

You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)

You gotta fight for your right to party

Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right (To Party)

[goat starer]

Lush - hypocrite

A silly girl I run around and never know my reasons
And though you're laughing with me I know what you say about me

I can't explain, it's not your business anyway
So don't say you understand
And don't pretend you're on my side

And I remember when you hated her for sleeping next to him
I see your smiling face but I know you've done worse to me

You hypocrite,
don't talk to me
'Cause you're not fit to know me
So don't pretend
That you could've ever been a friend

And still I'm sure you think it's ok
What you've done to me
'Cause I'm so bad to him
Don't even try to hide behind that stupid lie
I know your kind and I know where your loyalties lie

The silly girls we run around and never know our reasons
And though I understand I guess I'll say that you betrayed me

I'm a hypocrite,
I dish it out but I can't take it
I know you think it's wrong
And maybe you're right but this is my song

And still I'm sure you think it's ok
What she did to me
'cause I'm so bad to him
Don't even try to hide behind that stupid smile
I know our kind and I know where our loyalties lie

[Sibling Lambicus the Toluous]

If the wife and I are fussin', brother that's our right
'Cause me and that sweet woman's got a license to fight
Why don't you mind your own business
(Mind your own business)
'Cause if you mind your business, then you won't be mindin' mine.

Oh, the woman on our party line's the nosiest thing
She picks up her receiver when she knows it's my ring
Why don't you mind your own business
(Mind your own business)
Well, if you mind your business, then you won't be mindin' mine.

I got a little gal that wears her hair up high,
the boys all whistle when she walks by.
why don't you mind your own buisness
(Mind your own business)
Well, if you mind your own business, you sure won't be minding mine.

If I want to honky tonk around 'til two or three
Now, brother that's my headache, don't you worry 'bout me.
Just mind your own business
(Mind your own business)
If you mind your business, then you won't be mindin' mine.

Mindin' other people's business seems to be high-toned
I got all that I can do just to mind my own
Why don't you mind your own business
(Mind your own business)
If you mind your own business, you'll stay busy all the time.

- "Mind Your Own Business", Hank Williams, Sr.

[Kiyoodle the Gambrinous]

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, goodbye.

Here is your wine,
And your drunken fall;
And here is your love.
Your love for it all.

Here is your sickness.
Your bed and your pan;
And here is your love
For the woman, the man.

Leonard Cohen - Here It Is