Do your damned, devil and deep blue sea. Take my hand we'll forget who we are,. Be my strength, weakness too,. Do your damned, how could I hurt you now.
We've used Knockeen Free, which means, in Irish, the heathery little hill to. paint a musical picture of Maeve's hill-fort in Connacht..
(McDonald / McAlinden). Lights under the sky. Reminding me how. We'll meet again tomorrow.. Imagining years from now. With the backdrop ever changing,.
My love is colder than black marble by the sea. My heart is older than the cold oak tree. I am the flash of silver in the sun. When you see me coming you had better.
You know me better that I do,. How my heart feels,. What my head knows to be true,. We submit and we surrender. to what we guard against,. Without even knowing that we do..
You felt the chill of midnight ice. As I broke your heart in two.. And I felt the kiss of emptiness. As I watched your life turn blue.. Life was a game..
Ireland's most exciting saga is, undoubtedly, Tain Bo Cuailgne ( The. Cattle Raid of Cooley ), the centrepiece of the Ulster cycle of Heroic. Tales.. Normally referred to as "The Tain", it deals with the conflict between.
Lights out--shadows bloom. crawling hands slide to me--across a midnight room. i fear my blankets may not be the best. defenses that i could muster. still the cold beyond is like lizard claws.
I've been anticipating the sacred day when this pestilence is stricken away.. Bathe my hands in glory that it brings, strike you down with righteousness it sings..
What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness. And say to you, "Everything unutterably small or great in this life will have to return to you,.
Who do you blame for what you've become? What excuse do you have to hide your own shame? What lies do you tell to mask your misfortunes? Who is at fault and who is to blame?.
I will not fade!. I will not fade!. I might be a baby caught in the snow,. But you know.... . I will not fade!. I will not fade!. I ripped off my arms.
taken by vultures, swooped down to the raping. stolen by relentless talons. taken by vultures, swooped down to the kill. stolen by relentless talons. .
When I'm asleep I'm dreaming of you. When I'm awake I'm dreaming of you. Nights flicker with the stars that come down,,,. Over you. Can our hearts synchronise, my baby ?.
Hand on the rails and. Hand in the fire. The damage thats done by. Love and desire. Summon the courage. Find the strength. Whatever it takes to any length.
(McAlinden / McDonald). Picture a prison in a darkened cell.. Battlements and moat,. A palace serves as well.. Charmed and blessed,. Your easy life.. Daylight's gone,.
the sheep----- tonight they weep. FEAR -----for the feeding. GASP------clutched in groups. no they dont. no they dont hope. . X2. . these poor sheep tonight they weep.
(Hutchison). I've lost the inspiration. I went out west to find.. Believed this pain and sorrow. Was out of sight and out of mind.. No more love and understanding..