A song Sinead did together. with Cristy Moore on Cristy's. album "Voyage". -----------------------------. everybody knew, nobody said. a week ago last tuesday.
(Peadar O/ Doirni/n (?1704-1769)). . Ta bean in E/irinn a bhronnfadh se/ad dom is mo sha/ith le n-o/l. Is ta/ bean in E/irinn is ba bhinne le/i mo ra/fla ceoil.
I'm dancing the seven veils. Want you to pick up my scarf. See how the black moon fades. Soon I can give you my heart. . I don't know no shame. I feel no pain.
Marcus Garvey's words come to pass,. Marcus Garvey's words come to pass,. . Can't get no food to eat,. Can't get no money to spend, wo-oo-oo. Can't get no food to eat,.
Make me a channel of your peace. Where there is hatred let me bring your love. Where there is injury, your pardon Lord. And where there is doubt true faith in You.
Days were lonely and so were the nights. She could not tell wrong from right.. Body broken, worn to the bone,. The final days of Mary Lee Jones, Mary Lee Jones..
hey mr wilson im glad to shake your hand. its nice to see you too. and yes i understand. that im not to take it personal. although we look like people.
Daddy's got the money. Daddy's got control. Daddy's got the power. Daddy's got you cold. And he's been chasing your lovers away. Whatever it takes for him to get his way.
I sing this song because of you. Because of you. I sing this song because of you. You're the story. It's you. It's you. . What could I say. What should I do.
Keeper of mysteries. River of Tears. After it's over. And after the years are passing. Never asking. What about miracles. Faith in the space. It keeps me guessing.
broken body its joints at war religious vipers sucking. royal blood the price is paid the final score the truth exists even through. pious mud who are these people behind the stained glass windows have they.
Today I walked, today I ran. Today I tried to figure who I am. Yesterday we played in our waterfall. Dancing with the summer, laughing at it all. . Over the Mississippi moon.
Help me let me tell you. What you mean to me. I don't want to scare you. Make you run from me. . Or let's pretend it's tomorrow. And we borrowed. The life of a perfect spinning circus.
Heard you were coming back. Been hanging around for so long. A militant mothers, a militant brothers. A militant marsh mellow field. . Loosen the tourniquet.
Manic depression touching my soul. I know what I want but. I just don't know what I need. Music, sweet music drops on my fingers. Manic depression catchin' my soul.
This is my special moment. Don't question me or disagree. I know that I have earned this. Damn it I deserve this. Do not fuck with me it's my special time.
I'm a gonna get my worker's comp check.. I'm a gonna buy you lots of food.. I'm a gonna drop some bricks on my head.. I'm a gonna be laid up for good..
Christmas 1994, not like the year before.. We didn't want to know.. Buried our heads in the snow.... Looking back it was obvious to everyone.. But then again he's not just anyone..
With Christmas upon us it's time to be honest. and follow my dreams and to face. a life of delusion and gender confusion. no longer will be the case. .