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I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my true love.
My sad heart strove the two between
The old love and the new love.
The old for her the new
That made me think on Ireland dearly.
While the soft wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley.

T'was hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us.
But harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us.
And so I said the mountain glen
I'll meet at morning early.
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley.

T'was sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arm round her flinging.
When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild woods ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early.
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.

But blood for blood without remorse
I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley.

 
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I'm coming up... Yes I'm coming up....
I've got a cup of tea, I'm coming up to cheer you up.
Open your curtains up, I'm going to wake you up,
Regale you with tales when we were growing up,
Set sail, for the United States, we got our skates on
When we were younger and were dumb enough.
Just out of yellow chins and buttercups,

A million miles from our mothers love.
Could not move quick enough. Running. Dublin See Ya.
We're free yeah. This J1 Visa.
Got me a job down in Tampa selling slices of pizza in a theme park
We went real far together.
No Phone cards. No Social media.
2-Dollar Tequilas. Blue Margaritas, Last Night amnesia.
"Fake ID, wasn't me, was my cousins idea
Mr. Police officer I'm good as Mother Theresa
Name's Casey? you must be Irish.."
We slept in bus stations,
Befriended Polish and Haitians
Saw real guns,
Pointed in our faces!!
You still frowning? Your blues aren't breaking?
You're right. Remember when - its the lowest form of conversation,,
It's a pain these days, just trying to keep it together.
Regain the past, back when we felt light as a feather.
But you remain slain. can't get out from under the weather?
That's okay. That's alright. Let's see if I can do better....

Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
I see a higher ground. I'm going to lift you up.

Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.

Switch off the news boo. It's not good for you.
The higher the stats go, the lower your mood skews.
Spending half the day, sanity snatched away,
Station dialling, impatiently trying to make it through.
We're all nervous.
And the bad hacks, we all know they're worthless.
Pretend to serve us. But they hurt us with their daily disturbance.
Pit you versus their mad circus.
That's their purpose.
To make you feel worthless and purchase the services they advertise.
And then they say with cold eyes: 'You've been hurt, by a little word,
oh Lord preserve us, its an emergency.'
They rile up that hate. They know its murderous.
And that its lurking just under the surface of all of us.
Where do you think the xenophobes and fervant racists get their purpose?
And the pervert little civil servants
Are trying to stir it with their wolfwhistle wormwords,
They don't deserve us
And so its now Lockdown 3, and they're just taking the piss.
Been so long, don't know what a haircut is,
We missed your birthday too, What a kick in the ribs.
10 full months, and not a night away from the kids
But I got faith in the human spirit.
I got faith in your human spirit.
Death is coming some time babe, but we're hopefully nowhere near it,
Is that a laugh you made? Come on now, Let me hear it.

Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
Horizontal now, but I will have you jumping up

Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
Up. Up. I'll keep your spirits up.
I see a higher ground. I'm going to lift you up.

 
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Όταν ο Ζαμπέτας πήγε στην μπέμπα μπλανς τον "αλήτη" αυτή σούφρωσε τη μύτη της και τον ρώτησε μήπως έχει κάτι καλύτερο. Αυτός πληγώθηκε βαθύτατα. Πίστευε ότι είναι ένα από τα καλύτερα τραγούδια του. Τελικά το έδωσε στην θεά Μοσχολιού. 

Μπουζούκι και έγχορδα. 






 
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Κάθε φορά σα να το βλέπω πρώτη φορά....

 




Auma be uwinga (Auma do you hear me)

Koth biro (Rain is coming)

Kel uru dhok e dala ( Bring the cows home)

Hah, Haye haye haye haye haye haye

 
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47 λεπτά πριν, atreu73 είπε




Το άκουσα πρόσφατα στο "Ο επίμονος κηπουρός" και ταίριαζε γάντι!

Πολύ όμορφο και ουσιαστικό.

 

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