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It really breaks my heart to see a dear old friend Go down to the worn out place again Do you know the sound Of a closing door Have you heard that sound before Do you wonder if she knows you anymore I wrapped your love around me like a chain But I never was afraid that it would die You can dance in a hurricane But only if you’re standing in the eye Where did you learn to walk Where did you learn to run Away from everything you loved Did you think the bottle Would ever ease your pain Did you think that love’s a foolish game Did you find someone else to take the blame I wrapped your love around me like a chain But I never was afraid that it would die You can dance in a hurricane But only if you’re standing in the eye You can dance in a hurricane But only if you’re standing in the eye I am a sturdy soul And there ain’t no shame In lying down in the bed you made Can you fight the urge to run for another day You might make it further if you learn to stay I wrapped your love around me like a chain But I never was afraid that it would die You can dance in a hurricane But only if you’re standing in the eye You can dance in a hurricane But only if you’re standing in the eye
471,427 views Premiered Jan 31, 2023 #LankumOur 4th album “False Lankum” is out now on Rough Trade Records. Listen/order here: https://lankum.ffm.to/falselankum Director: Peadar Ó Goill Art Director: Vicky Langan Cinematography: Albert Hooi Producer: Cian Lawless AC: Laurent Murray Editor: Peadar Ó Goill Colourist: Peter Oppersdorff at The Mill Colour Producer: Dan Hills Gaffer: Padraig Conaty Best Boy: Noel Greene Grip: John Connon Grip Assistants: Karl Roche, Christopher Connon Costume and Styling: Liz Bennett Production: Flora Dalton Trainee: Gina Crighton Extras: Alex Day, Sean Fitzgerald, Iona Zajac Thank you Colin Burke, Paul Duane, Tom Travis Subscribe to LankumDublin here ➤ http://bit.ly/36qVmBkhttp://lankumdublin.com / lankumdublin / dublinfolkmi. . / lankumdublin #Lankum#GoDigMyGrave
Go dig my grave both wide and deep Place a marble stone at my head and feet And on my breast a snow white dove To tell this world that I died for love Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me She went upstairs for to make her bed And not one word to her mother said Her mother, she went upstairs too Saying “daughter oh daughter What troubles you?” “Oh Mama dear, I cannot tell, That railroad boy that I loved so well He courted me my life away And now with me he will not stay” Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me Her father, he came home from work, Saying “where’s my daughter? She seemed so hurt” He went upstairs for to give her hope And he found her hanging by a rope Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me He got his knife for to cut her down And in her bosom these words he found; Go dig my grave both wide and deep Place a marble stone at my head and feet And on my breast a snow white dove To tell this world that I died for love Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me
They say the skies of Lebanon are burning. Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat. They’re showing pictures on the television. Women and children dying in the street And we’re still at it in our own place. Still trying to reach the future through the past. Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone…
But Hey! Don’t listen to me!. This wasn’t meant to be no sad song. We’ve heard too much of that before. Right now I only want to be here with you. Till the morning dew comes falling. I want to take you to the island. And trace your footprints in the sand. And in the evening when the sun goes down We’ll make love to the sound of the ocean
They’re raising banners over by the markets Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown No way our holy flag is gonna fall Up here we sacrifice our children To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday And teach them dying will lead us into glory…
Now I know us plain folks don’t see all the story. And I know this peace and love’s just copping out. And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches. Is just what being free is all about. And how this twisted wreckage down on main street. Will bring us all together in the end. And we’ll go marching down the road to freedom…. Freedom
471,427 views Premiered Jan 31, 2023 #LankumOur 4th album “False Lankum” is out now on Rough Trade Records. Listen/order here: https://lankum.ffm.to/falselankum Director: Peadar Ó Goill Art Director: Vicky Langan Cinematography: Albert Hooi Producer: Cian Lawless AC: Laurent Murray Editor: Peadar Ó Goill Colourist: Peter Oppersdorff at The Mill Colour Producer: Dan Hills Gaffer: Padraig Conaty Best Boy: Noel Greene Grip: John Connon Grip Assistants: Karl Roche, Christopher Connon Costume and Styling: Liz Bennett Production: Flora Dalton Trainee: Gina Crighton Extras: Alex Day, Sean Fitzgerald, Iona Zajac Thank you Colin Burke, Paul Duane, Tom Travis Subscribe to LankumDublin here ➤ http://bit.ly/36qVmBkhttp://lankumdublin.com / lankumdublin / dublinfolkmi. . / lankumdublin #Lankum#GoDigMyGrave
Go dig my grave both wide and deep Place a marble stone at my head and feet And on my breast a snow white dove To tell this world that I died for love Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me She went upstairs for to make her bed And not one word to her mother said Her mother, she went upstairs too Saying “daughter oh daughter What troubles you?” “Oh Mama dear, I cannot tell, That railroad boy that I loved so well He courted me my life away And now with me he will not stay” Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me Her father, he came home from work, Saying “where’s my daughter? She seemed so hurt” He went upstairs for to give her hope And he found her hanging by a rope Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me He got his knife for to cut her down And in her bosom these words he found; Go dig my grave both wide and deep Place a marble stone at my head and feet And on my breast a snow white dove To tell this world that I died for love Oh Lordy Lord, Oh Lordy me Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lordy me