Тексты песен «Black 47»

Bridie was teachin' out in Carysfort I was workin' in the bank 2 paycheques every Friday And a Morris Minor out the back But I was mad for jigs and reels Drinkin' dirty big pints of stout When the Bank of Ireland...

Bridie was teachin' out in Carysfort I was workin' in the bank 2 paycheques every Friday And a Morris Minor out the back But I was mad for jigs and reels Drinkin' dirty big pints of stout When the Bank of...

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...

(Irish lyrics) Mo chreach gharchiseach N rabhas ar do chlaibh Nuair lmhadh an pdar, Go ngeobhainn im chom dheas N i mbinn mo ghna, Is go ligfinn cead siil leat A mharcaigh na sl nglas S t b'fhearr ligean...

Six months out on the road Don't know if I'm ever goin' home Out there in the middle of America Out of my head, feelin' hysterical Wishin' I was back in New York Playin' in Reilly's on a Saturday night Man on the phone...

Now that she's so far away from her dear old hills of Donegal I wonder does she ever think of me at all On that wet Monday I drove her down to Shannon We drank brandy and kissed in the airport hall She said she'd be...

Izzy was a tailor down the lower east side The very man to top you off with dignity and pride His mother wanted him to marry a Katz from Houston Street A great big strapping lump of a girl with two big awkward feet...

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...

Oh, it's 6 o'clock and it's time to rock And me head is beatin' like a drum In the cold gray light, ah I feel like shite And I can't remember last night's fun Then the foreman says, "C'mon now boys Stick your fingers...

Oh, oh, oh, oh Chuckie said, "I don't know what's goin' on I'm down on my knees and I'm ah uh losin' it Been up and down this New York town Lookin' for a break just a fair shake of it" But the people all got concrete...

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...

Joined the service out of school in the year of '69 When the Doors were ridin' on the storm, Hendrix was alive And before I could blink an eye, I was sent to Vietnam To teach them people democracy Jesus, what a...

In New York City I made my home I loved the streets, the very stones Cared for my comrades, cherished my friends Loved all beginnings, had no time for ends A city's streets are full of woe I saw suffering where'er...

Too much pain, too much sorrow Eyes bone dry, get on with our tomorrows I wake up in a pool of tears and sweat Cryin' for some friends I ain't never even met Then I hear the drone of a low-flyin' plane And oh my...

Got into town on a Saturday night With a Fender guitar and I checked out the sights And I drank my way down to the Lower East Side Coz I was nuts about Thunders and Suicide Then I formed a band called the Major...

Got into town on a Saturday night With a Fender guitar and I checked out the sights And I drank my way down to the Lower East Side 'Coz I was nuts about Thunders and Suicide Then I formed a band called the Major...

Oh Maureen Maureen got married to a sanitation worker She's livin' out in Brooklyn with her mother in law And when her old man's sleepin' Maureen comes creepin' down to the local bar She stands there by the juke...

on the banks of the hudson, my love and i lay down just above 42nd street, while the rain was pouring down when i covered her with kisses, the sparks lit up her eyes we made love like mad angels, while the jersey trucks...

Get off the plane at Kennedy Got a dream in your heart Though it's down in your boots Got a hundred quid in your pocket And a couple of addresses In Woodside and the Bronx And you fit in like a fist in a glove...

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...