Songs That Tell Stories

I am continually amazed by their harmonies.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8jw-ifqwkM

WILL we ever learn......

Very sad, Irish. Yes, when will we ever learn.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXKLkLcdtjI&feature=related

Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Love It.

Nice to see the late great Ronnie Drew again.

Thanks, letty. It has been a few years since I heard that song.

The great Irish singer-song writer Ralph McTell...what a wonderful tune.

Ah, tis a fine song that you've played, euro.

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

I'm still waiting for euro to correct me.

I see nothing.

Great lyrics by Mark Knopfler

Our band just started doing this song by Jamie Johnson. "The High Cost Of Living"
Some powerful stuff.

I was just a normal guy.
Life was just a nine to five.
With bills and pressure,
piled up to the sky.

She never asked,
'cause she knew I'd been,
hangin' with my wilder friends.
Lookin' for some other way to fly.

Three days straight was no big feat,
to get by on no food or sleep.
And crazy,
was becoming my new norm.

I'd pass out on the bedroom floor,
and sleep right through the calm before the storm.

[chorus]
My life was just an old routine.
Every day the same damn thing.
I couldn't even tell I was alive.
I tell you,
the high cost of livin',
ain't nothin' like the cost of livin' high.

That Southern Baptist parkin' lot,
was where I'd go to smoke my pot.
And sit there in my pick-up truck and pray.

Starin' at that giant cross,
just reminded me that I was lost.
And it just never seemed to point the way.

As soon as Jesus turned his back,
I'd find my way across the tracks.
Lookin' just to score another deal.

With my back up against that damn eight-ball,
I didn't have to think, or talk... or feel.

[chorus]

My whole life went through my head.
Layin' in that motel bed.
Watchin' as the cops kicked in the door.

I had a job and a piece of land.
My sweet wife was my best friend,
but I traded that for cocaine and a whore.

With my newfound sobriety,
I've got the time to sit and think...
Of all the things I had,
and threw away.

This prison is much colder than,
the one that I was locked up in...
Just yesterday.

[chorus]

I tell you,
the high cost of livin',
ain't nothin' like the cost of livin' high.

That is a good one, fer sher.

Nah, Pan if you want to give him to us, we'll take him. Anyway one or both of his parents were probably Irish. :lol