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15,542 views Sep 22, 2023Jessie Buckley & the RTÉ Concert Orchestra play Troy in tribute to Sinead O’Connor at Culture Night – Live at Dún Lúiche. Stream the full show now on RTÉ Player – http://www.rte.ie/playerShow less


Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on the fire
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire.
It looks ugly, but it’s clean,
Oh momma, don’t fuss over me.
The way she tells me I’m hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.
But I want it
It’s a crime
That she’s not around most of the time.
The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Her fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful
I’m all but washed
In the tide of her breathing.
And it’s worth it, it’s divine
I have this some of the time.
The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Andrew Hozier Byrne
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”


Lyrics
I wanna make
Something beautiful
For you and from you
To show you
To show you
I adore you
Oh you
And your journey
Towards me
Which I see
And I see
All you push through
Mad for you
And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah, but you know the soul
And you know what makes it gold
You give life through blood
Blood, blood
Blood, blood
Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you
‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you
With the Bible, I stole
I know you forgave my soul because
Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we’re agreed
That it should have been free
And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
Days without number
Now can a bride forget her jewels?
Or a maid her ornaments?
Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number
Days without number
And in their want
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Sinead O Connor
Something Beautiful lyrics © Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited


I’ve worn out the stones in front of your doorstep
Coming and going, coming and going
You kept the lights on, I always knew that
I should’ve said “thank you” a thousand miles ago
But I pushed you away, put a pin in a map
Then I got lost in the storm
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes
But you know that I had to go
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow
But I found one that’s stronger than stone
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Moon hanging low over my window
Shoebox of dreams hid under my bed
Follow the bright light city of gold
I had to leave to realize all I needed was here
Mama, we both know that there’s nothing
That a little time and Patsy Cline wouldn’t fix
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes
But you know that I had to go
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow
But I found one that’s stronger than stone
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
I’ll just click my heels three more times
There it all is, what’s always been mine
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow
But I found one that’s stronger than stone
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Source: Lyric Find
Songwriters: Caitlyn Elizabeth Smith / Kate York / Mary Steenburgen
Glasgow (No Place Like Home) lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Budde Music Publishing GmbH


Lyrics
Temperature Rise, It’s all right
Synapses fried, it’s alright
Got a banging headache and a fever
What a wonderful time to leave her
It’s the Summer, it’s the season
It’s the Summer so throw out all reason
It’s the Summer, it’s the season
So pop all those e’s in
Hold the horses and hold the phone
Hold a match to all you know
Hold a conversation and tune out
Hold on tight, don’t hold out
It’s the Summer, it’s the season
It’s the Summer so throw out all reason
Its the Summer, it’s the season
It’s the Summer so pop all those e’s in
And I know now, and I know why
And I know that it’s oh, it’s alright
It’s the Summer, it’s the season
It’s the summer, it’s the season
It’s the Summer, it seemed worth believin’
And it’s ok, it’s alright
It’s ok, no, I got it
Falling down, falling star
Falling out, no, I got it
And it’s a spell, and it’s a spark
And it’s a moonlight garden
Follow you, anywhere
Follow you, anywhere
Follow you, hold my heart out
It’s the Summer, it’s the season
It’s the Summer so pop all those e’s in
And I know now, and I know why
And I know that it’s oh, it’s alright
It’s the Summer, it’s the season
It’s the Summer, it seemed
worth…believe in
Lyrics – George Guilfoyle