Lyrics

B-Sides, etc.

01. Looking For Someone
02. 88 Today
03. Public Address
04. Nowhere
05. I'm Your Man
06. American Townland

 

Looking For Someone

I was looking for someone
Thought it might be you
And I was hoping for hope, my love
Thought you'd pull me on through

These roads keep on changing
Broken, twisting and signs on every mile
I seriously can't remember the last time I smiled
You are the one, my only one
Bringing ease to my sorrow

Well I was looking for someone
Thought it might be you
And I was hoping for hope, my love
Thought you'd pull me on through

I was frightened they would see this man cry
Inside a rainy town
I was looking at the sunlight
When the night came tumbling down
I wandered through the darkening streets
Until I found you here
There was brightness in your face
As you dried all of my tears

Well I was looking for someone
Thought it might be you
And I was hoping for hope, my love
Thought you'd pull me on through

Darling take my two hands
We will run through cracking dawn
I seriously can't remember
Where or what we've running from
All I know is you're the only steady thing
You're rocking road and worn
Please please stay beside me

Well I was looking for someone
Thought it might be you
And I was hoping for hope, my love
Thought you'd pull me on through

 

88 Today

[Lyrics]

 

Public Address

Uncle Sam is off to war and we gladly load his gun
My parents always told me to have some self respect
But the things they're saying now I never will accept

The Brits, the French, the Yanks, the Arabs, Zions, Jews
Are offering invitations that we must refuse
Thieves are telling you, your fist of dirt is of gold
Doctors hurt you when you were young
And drug you when you're old

This is a public address
This is a public address

 

Nowhere

I've heard them the orange drums
Rapping out the battle cry
Metaphoric guns cracking in July
Then the crucifixes and the beads
And the twisted hands weaving Brigid's reeds
Recalling the Black and Tans
Round the cemetery by the church
Flowers of hatred bloom
While the still living march
To a dead piper's tune

I've heard them the orange drums
Rapping out the battle cry
Metaphoric guns cracking in July
Then the crucifixes and the beads
And the twisted hands weaving Brigid's reeds
Recalling the black and tans
Their dreams are old and senile
As the wreath marks the end of another life
The men in black shoot their salute
As the crowd turn from the wife
And the Prime Minister and the Brits go back
To where the others came from
Another death is offered to God
Belfast wakes to another dawn

 

I Am Your Man

I'll be your father or your knight of love divine.
I'll be your punishment and I will strip you in the cold moonshine.
I'll be your memory and quietly slip away.
I'll present you with all religion and give you a ring every day.

Cause I am your man.

I'll be unworthy when I lick between your lips.
A slave to show you cowardice, a bold pirate and captain of ships.
I'll be a crucifix when I nail myself to your skin.
I will beg forgiveness from God and gently cleanse your sins.

Cause I am your man,
(Your darling, sweet heart, dear.)

I'll be Lord Byron if you want to be naked and free.
I'll be Lord Jesus if your caught in a storm at sea.
I will bring you peace to rid your soul of fear.
I will bring you release if you are lost in a veil of tears.

Cause I am your man.

I will ask for nothing…
But a promise for eternity.
And a vow to grant me your body.
And a charge to rule your destiny.

That's all I gotta say…. La La La etc.

 

American Townland

American townland
Snow in Iceland
Russian farmland
And the sword of Islam
The state of new Israel
Remembers Belsen
Now there's sand for Palestine
And grass for Israel

Won't you settle down, stop fighting for your gods...
Oh, settle down, stop fighting for your gods.
They can't hear you now, not with the noise of your guns.

Once were towering steeples
Now there's a soaring eagle
A crescent moon and a rising sun
Our prayers ascending, but what good will they bring?
If all that's willin' is more and more killin'

Won't you settle down, stop fighting for your gods...
Oh, settle down, stop fighting for your gods.
They can't hear you now, not with the noise of your guns.

The mountains of Mourne
The county Cork I was born in
This dirty old town
Where the rain's always fallin'..
Our prayers ascending, but what good will they bring?
When all that's willin' is more and more killin'