I was eight years old And running with a dime in my hand To the bus stop to pick Up a paper for my old man I’d sit on his lap in that big old Buick And steer as we drove through town He’d tousle my hair And say, “son, take a good look around” This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown”
In ’65 tension was running high At my high school There was a lot of fights Between the black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night In the back seat there was a gun Words were passed in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come To my hometown To my hometown To my hometown To my hometown
Now Main Street’s whitewashed windows And vacant stores Seems like there ain’t nobody Wants to come down here no more They’re closing down the textile mill Across the railroad tracks Foreman says, “these jobs are going, boys And they ain’t coming back To your hometown To your hometown To your hometown To your hometown”
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed Talking about getting out Packing up our bags, maybe heading south I’m thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel And said, “son, take a good look around This is your hometown”
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
Have I told you lately that I love you Have I told you there’s no one else above you You fill my heart with gladness Take away all my sadness Ease my troubles, that’s what you do
For the morning sun and all it’s glory Greets the day with hope and comfort, too You fill my life with laughter And somehow, you make it better Ease my troubles, that’s what you do
There’s a love that’s divine And it’s yours and it’s mine Like the sun And at the end of the day We should give thanks and pray To the one, to the one
Have I told you lately that I love you Have I told you there’s no one else above you You fill my heart with gladness Take away all my sadness Ease my troubles, that’s what you do
There’s a love that’s divine And it’s yours and it’s mine Like the sun And at the end of the day We should give thanks and pray To the one, to the one
And have I told you lately that I love you Have I told you there’s no one else above you You fill my heart with gladness Take away all my sadness Ease my troubles, that’s what you do
Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness Ease my troubles, that’s what you do Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness Ease my troubles, that’s what you do
Actress and musician Jessie Buckley performs Emmylou Harris’s Boulder to Birmingham.
Lyrics
I don’t want to hear a love song I got on this airplane just to fly And I know there’s life below me But all that you can show me is the prairie and the sky
And I don’t want to hear a sad story Full of heartbreak and desire The last time I felt like this I was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain In the night and I watched it burn I watched it burn, I watched it burn
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face
Well, you really got me this time And the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive And I come to listen for the sound Of the trucks as they move down out on 95
And pretend that it’s the ocean Coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean Baby, do you know what I mean?
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face If I thought I could see, I could see your face