“From Patrick Street in Mullingar to today [at the Electric Picnic gig]. It’s a dream come true,it’s the biggest crowd I’ve ever played in front of as a solo artist.I love you all “
Found the truth beneath your lies And true love never has to hide (True love never has to hide) I’ll trade your broken wings for mine (Trade your broken wings for mine) I’ve seen your scars and kissed your crime (Seen your scars and kissed your crime)
So many people that I know, they just tryna touch ya Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again I’m gonna kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya
All night long Love, all night long Sweet love, all night long Sweet love, all night long All I wanna, ain’t no other We together, I remember Sweet love, all night long
Our love was stronger than your pride Beyond your darkness, I’m your light, oh If you get deep, you touch my mind (If you get deep, you touch my mind) Baptize your tears and dry your eyes (Baptize your tears and dry your eyes)
So many people I know that they just tryna touch ya Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again I’m gonna kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya
All night long Love, all night long Sweet love, all night long Sweet love, all night long All I wanna, ain’t no other We together, I remember Sweet love, all night long
They say true love’s the greatest weapon To win the war caused by pain (pain) But every diamond has imperfections But my love’s too pure to watch it chip away (chip a-, chip a-, chip away) Boy, nothing real can be threatened True love breathes salvation back into me With every tear came redemption And my torturer became my remedy
So many people I know that they just tryna touch ya Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya Give you some time to prove that I can trust you again I’m gonna kiss up, and rub up, and feel up Kiss up, and rub up, and feel up on ya
All night long Love, all night long Sweet love, all night long Sweet love, all night long All I wanna, ain’t no other We together, I remember Sweet love, all night long
Songwriters: Andre Benjamin / Antwan Patton / Thomas Wesley Pentz / Patrick Brown / Ilsey Juber / Timothy Thomas / Theron Thomas / Jaramye Daniels / Akil King / Beyonce
County Tyrone native Paul Brady used his song ‘The Island’ to draw some comparisons between the Troubles and the civil war in Lebanon that began in 1975. A pacifistic song highlighting the tragedy of the cycles of violence that Ireland had been experiencing for centuries, it contrasts the peaceful image of a couple making love on an island with acts of terrorism and war.
Lyrics
The Island (Paul Brady)
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
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said “son It’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done” So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he’d primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again
And those that were left, well we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dyin’
For I’ll go no more waltzing Matilda All around the green bush far and free To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch And I watch the parades pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, “what are they marching for?” And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard As they march by that billabong Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said “son It’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done” So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he’d primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again
And those that were left, well we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dyin’
For I’ll go no more waltzing Matilda All around the green bush far and free To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch And I watch the parades pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, “what are they marching for?” And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard As they march by that billabong Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
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
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