On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air It’s hard Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round It’s funny how things never change in this old town So far from the stars
And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Wish I was there with you now
If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you
I saw that you moved on with someone new In the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you It’s so hard So hard
And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Wish I was there with you now
Because if the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you You still make me nervous when you walk in the room Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you
And I know that it’s wrong That I can’t move on But there’s something about you
If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you You still make me nervous when you walk in the room Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you Everything comes back to you
Lyrics: “Dear Danny I’m taking the pen in my hand, to tell you we,re just out of site of the land. In a grand Ocean Liner I’m sailing in style. but I’m sailing away from the em’rald isle, and a long sort o’sight seems to come from us all as the waves hit the last bit of auld Donegal, Oh it is well to be you that is taking yer tay where Cutting the Corn around Creeslough to-day”
Winter Sun Christmas single released November 28th Stream on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1bUf1…Carrigafoyle Castle Co. Kerry Ireland Nat Mon No 349
Full Works Survey Interior and exterior
The castle built in 1490 is set within the flat landscape of the wider Shannon Estuary and is sheltered by the small island of Carrig only 200m to the north across the salt marsh which is inundated at high tide. The medieval Church of Carrigafoyle stands opposite the castle and is built in the same style.
Carrigafoyle Castle, built between the years 1490 and 1500, is considered one of the strongest of Irish fortresses. It stands on a rock in a small bay off the Shannon estuary, and its name is an Anglicisation of the Irish, Carraig an Phoill “rock of the hole”.
Now a listed National Monument, its battlements provide stunning views of the estuary and the most interesting feature of the building is the dock, which allowed boats to tie up safely. This was particularly important when in the 1500’s the O’Connor’s of Kerry held political power over the area which allowed them to “inspect” ships passing to and from the port of Limerick.
You approached me in the darkness A figure I knew well The silhouette was known to me But it was far too soon to tell
With each step that you drew towards me I knew you less and less A creature of your likeness With a kind of hollowness
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
And I was waiting for the heat to come The light it touched my skin I kept waiting for the heat to come But the cold came creeping in
Like stepping out onto a frozen lake Hid underneath the snow I put my trust in something bound to break But how could I have known
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
And I’ve been blinded by sunshine And oh I hate how sweet the world has seemed Bathed in your cold light
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
198,188,993 views Feb 8, 2014The Cranberries – Zombie (Album No Need to Argue 1994) “Beneath the Skin” Live concert at the Palais Omnisports de Paris-Bercy 1999 Paris, France Dolores O’Riordan – Vocals, Guitar Noel Hogan – Guitar Mike Hogan – Bass Guitar Fergal Lawler – Drums
Lyrics
Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence, caused such silence Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it’s not me It’s not my family In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head they are crying
In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What’s in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
Do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do
Another mother’s breaking Heart is taking over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken
It’s the same old theme Since nineteen-sixteen In your head, in your head, they’re still fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head, they are dying
In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What’s in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, ay, oh, ya ya
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Dolores O’Riordan
The Cranberries in concert, Olympia. Paris, France – 04 May 2017