Words

WALK TO THE PIER – off the ‘surrounded’ album

took a walk to the pier but there was nothing there just a few ol boats a few old rocks with seaweed for hair and a few old crows blackberries hung ripe so i pick a few while sheep dogs they bark on thier chains think they were excited to see somebody there it’s a kind of a quiet old place lookin back at the bens they say there’s twelve of them today you can see only eight could be the clouds could be the wind in my eyes and i came here looking for the grail could not find it at the end of the lane in a derelict land of peat bog and scattered rock bleak disarrayed and estranged of fallen down citadels and walls made of stone and a few old crows

DEMONS – off the ‘surrounded’ album

my demons they playing hard ball they kick me down they love to watch i fall my demons they playing hard ball yeah they knock me down they’d love to watch i fall but i said bring it up bring it up bring it up from the ground now bring it up bring it up bring it up knock it on down bring it up bring it up bring it up turn it around now bring it up bring it up bring it up now get on down.. said my demons feel like to die for ah when my demons they playing hardball yeah and i’ve seen you all dance out on the dance floor but my demons they playin hard ball and i said bring it up.. said why demons why you playin hardball kickin round kickin round my door and i’v seen you talkin out on the side walk yeah while my demons they playin hardball…

4.AM TRAIN – yet to be recorded

all the victims of the song lie scattered right or wrong beneath the bridges of the broken of the cannot get alongs clad in travesties of their choice soft spoken clear of voice craters greater than forever line thier souls wake to hear the 4 am train mournful on the track soft hollow groan cross the still old town she’s too far away can’t hear no clickety clack just the lonely 4am train mournful on the track 4.13 shows poignant & red from the radio ‘larm clock by the bed the writers lamp glows the rumble distant grows but she’ll echo on til the far off & not too distant dawn 4.23 rolls to 4.24 still the freight trains ride with a growl and with a roar steel on steel in the night she falls to the abyss beneath the deep endlessness gonna get on up and go count satellites there’s something about perfect something about not quite right there’s a timid light in the eastern sky and the southern town sighs and whispers and the 4am train mournful on the tracks the 4.am train can’t hear no clickety clack the 4am train calls out of the black… the 4am train the 4.am train somewhere down the line the 4am train sees the morning rise the 4am shook your sleeping eyes the 4am train… the 4am train the 4am train

DINGLE DAY – off ‘surrounded’ ‘on we play’ and ‘continental drift’ albums

now the clouds hang like brush strokes kerry mountains out across the waves and the ocean cold and lonely slaps at the rocks all along the day and An Searach’s in solitude standing bleak and bold & dressed in grey and a trawler churns on out into the Atlantic again like a diamond cuts glass she slices in two the bay and the seagulls up on their wings hover and they sway and you can call it what you like it’s just another grand old Dingle day singin’ la la la… now we’re looking back to Conor pass where Pedlars lake echoes each & every single word that you say there’s a party there tonite but Jonny and the band we’re heddin down to Cork to play we’ll be heddin off from Kinard out through Killarney over the mountains you know we’ll be on our way yeah and you can call it what you like it’s just another grand old Dingle day singin la la la…

DREAMS – off the ‘on we play’ album

dreams are free so dream dreams are free, dream there is no tax man there are no policies dreams are free, dream dream dreams are free, free dreams are free, free even the blindest one amoung us can see that dreams are free, free dream so dreams are free, go ahead and dream dreams are free , take as much time as you need this is the way it is, if you choose you let it be dreams are free, dream dream…

DUBAI – off the ‘on we play’ album

the square is busy on a friday yeah the rain has been and gone folks all steppin’ out find some scene where they belong so tell me now where you been what the hell you doin’ here travelled half way around the world now you pull another beer why don’t you pull up a chair you’ve got a lovely tan from some far off desert land you’re sun blonde bleached your features yeah you’re golden like the sand you’re pretty, sweet ‘n well worth keepin you’ve been lovely meetin’ but time is fleetin yeah time’s retreatin a flight is leavin’ takin’ you off some where how’s life in dubai baby i would love to know they say it never rains in dubai baby tell me is it so do they have mountains do they have fountains and do they have waterfalls is anybody there anything anything like you at all baby in dubai

HEART OF TARA – off ‘surrounded’ and ‘continental drift’

word came today they wanna put a motorway through the heart of tara through the memory and the ruin of those who dance around the moon hear the echoes of the tunes of our fore fathers word came today they wanna sink their teeth of steel and their bulldozer blades into the worl the ancients made and it’s such a shame such a shame cos gone are the days when sails billowing in the breeze brought their decendants across the seas to where they named the taradales for the world from where they’d sailed they done their best triumph or fail did our forefathers word came today they wanna put a motorway through the heart of tara through the memories and the graves of our, our fore fathers

INSPIRED – off ‘on we play’

now when the world outside try to bring me to my knees yeah when the world outside got way too much gravity well i’ll go within and i’ll go with out leavin every body ah but you now you got me inspired you’re nothin but style yeah you got me inspired won’t you wait awhile im up on the hire wire yeah’n i’m dancin’ around inside i’m on fire don’t put me out… so when the world inside opens up to the seven seas and the four winds can’t believe i chose to hide as i sail up and over the mountains tho i’ll go within i’ll not go without see there’s no problem when there is no doubt you got me inspired you’re nothin but style yeah you got me inspired won’t you wait awhile im up on the hire wire yeah’n i’m dancin’ around inside i’m on fire don’t put me out… let’s see how the sweet time passes by

MARY AND THE TRAGIC MANSION – unrecorded

mary wanted so much just to walk amoung the flowers but spring time in the mansion came on slow she’d caress the wall paper for hour after hour gazing out across the barren snow the gentle breeze and the sun at last might some day be home soon the sirens in her night no longer roam so bullet proof and full of youth no longer would she cower mary wanted so much just to dance amoung the flowers the good lord some one once said moves in nefarious ways the righteous lambs well they can tend to stray around her suffocation not a ray of light entwined mary wanted so much just to see the cold sun shine so deep into another womb she gently herself threw but the flowers for forever would not bloom mary wanted so much just to dance amoung the flowers now it’s spring time and the mansion lies in ruins…

MERRY MISS CHRIS – off the ‘surrounded’ album

hey dude come sing for me a song of gifted love twisted up in these lives we lead play true one thing for me a song of lovers lost in the holocaust of their ecstacy and when nobody listens and when nobody hears and when nobody kisses your nobody tears hear how she sings so sweet a song of lovers lust overcast by a mystery play do one thing for me a song of a lovers last fleeting laugh with her ex to be and when they all listen and when they all hear and when they’re all kissing your somebody tears then dude come sing for me a song of how you walk peacefully with your history

ON WE PLAY – off the ‘on we play’ album

the gift we’re givin’ to sea drifts a wayward child sailing on your sacred smile oh on we play only blindness leads the way so they say on these tremendously fortunate days we fumble forward and we falter and fall rise again with our flags unfurled oh on we play only blindness leads the way so they say on these tremendously fraudulent days on and on the riddle rolls unsolved we’re left us here and we’re growing old oh on we play lost in time and lost in space so they say on these tremendously torturous days so we loose the chains that shackle us to the sure cast off on a raft of reeds to find the cure oh on we play lost in time and lost in space so they say on these tremendously fortunate days tremendously traitorous days tremendously torturous tremendously treacherous on we play only blindness leads the way so they say on these tremendously fortunate days

ROCK ‘N’ ROLLA CHILD – off ‘surrounded’

the world try drag you down you simply refuse to fall you look up from the ground you rise above it all you made it through the trials rock’n'rolla child your rock’n'rolla hair an your rock’n'rolla face it’s in the way you wear your rock’n'rolla grace you’re never outta style rock’n'rolla child with your carefully crafted scars valleys of vinyl carved serve here reminding us of your home amoung the stars here you hung out for a while rock’n'rolla child your dark afflicted eyes know the foolish know the wise they sometimes dance & play like they did yesterday you’ve seen so many miles rock’n'rolla child they say your body called for breath your lust for life hijacked whispered they could not have done less left you slipping through the cracks of a life so loose and wild rock’n'rolla child

SITTING ON THE ROOF – off ‘on we play”

sitting on the roof across from san antonio town my little lady walks to the gate so i get on down and with a simple kiss she gives me the world thru some one elses eyes and with her love that girl she give me the butterflies and we watch the sunrise over some one elses horizon look up at the skies and realise this must be realisin’ and the crowded clouds a clash of crimson pink and paisley peter out to insignifigance and i been sittin on this rickety old roller coaster ride ever since and i still wish that then could be now so maybe it could all turn it all around see just what works out still wish that then could be now but time moves on and time can take a while take another step walk another five hundred mile and the angels they will come into your life but they will be so cleverly disguised you might simply fail to recognise yes and the angels they will come into your life but they will be so heavily disguised you might simply fail to recognise

SPACESHIP BLUES – unreleased

gonna get this old spaceship home all her systems on overload and the windsheild’s about to implode gonna get this old spaceship home gonna land this old tiger moth the war is over many lives lost and the wings are near broken off gonna land this old tiger moth gonna get this old ship to shore she’s taking water, water on board and i don’t think she’ll take much more gonna get this old ship to shore gonna set this old captive free y’know we just can’t get any peace it’s been this way for centuries gonna set this old captive free gonna lay down my sword and shield step away from the battle field wait till all of these wounds are healed gonna step away from the battle field

SPAIN – off ‘on we play’ and ‘continental drift’

i haven’t heard from spain for a couple of days the blues reach on in they drag all away i hope every thing’s fine i hope every thing is ok been bookin tickets an an aeroplane an’ tryin to fight with some age old pain peace & rhythm they are dearest when they’re not around and you wonder if you’ll see them again a photograph on the table talks of a place in el campo where we used to walk i don’t care for money i don’t care for much but there was something in your timeless touch a few close friends sang a song or two i hope the years are coming kind to you so take me down to the cap de falco shoreline where i am yours and you, you were mine swaying softly in the del mar breeze and here we are far across the seven seas i haven’t heard from spain for a couple of days the blues reach on in they drag all away i hope every thing’s fine i hope every thing is ok

SURROUNDED – off the ‘surrounded’ album

softly softly rock and roll travel these roads we pay the toll come in here from out of the cold where all are one both meek and bold a calling lost and low aligns a distant echo lost in time unleashed by those who hold the key rise up beyond let us receive then you know you’re surrounded by music soldiers obey chief of command our mercenaries mean no harm coltrane’s soul sent soliloquy knows of no greater artillery rise up beyond let us receive then you’ll know you’re surrounded by music come out with our hands in the air come out with our hands right up high come out come out with our hands in the air we have you surrounded.. by music..

THE PRECIOUS SONG – off ‘surrounded’

slipping in and out of consciousness running on empty at the time looking into the eyes of galaxies gripping onto the undefined fading in and fading out a bit can almost hear the atoms grind y’know i’ll pick up the phone and pray that your kickin round your voice i need to hear it’s got that all knowing sound and i’ll thank my lucky stars i get through to you cos if i didn’t i’d go on feeling like i do yeah i, thank you precious for your sweet time and i hope this message finds you feeling divine we lay a pizza ‘pon the table top it’s an acquired afternoon toffee pops and tea for two my friend talking tales and times we’ve known you know i’ll pick up the phone and pray that your kickin round your voice i need to hear it’s got that all knowing sound you make me grateful maybe you don’t know won’t you listen now i’ll tell you it’s so yeah i, thank you precious for your sweet time and i hope this message finds you feeling divine yeah i thank you precious for your sweet time and i hope this message finds you feeling…

WOLLONGONG SONG – off ‘on we play’

i was an hour south of sydney in a place they call ‘the gong’ just playin’ on the side walk maybe a dollar a song then i’m walkin’ down the beach find some place to lay my bones she was sittin there readin’ a book about feeling good just holding on the ol’ timer lyin’ in the bushes he gave us his blessings y’know he dressed them up as curses they served the same purpose and you’re as sexy as sin as we sit down by the sea we’re talkin’ deep belief and philosophy as you do on the sand and the late day sun he soothes our backs he’ll be settin’ soon and with a lighthouse on the rocks we look out over the ocean wide an a steel work’s smoke stack smokin up and chokin’ up the sky and it’s gettin cold, cold here outside and i need some place i can hide all i really wanna know all i really wanna know is have you got some place i can lay my bones all i really wanna know all i really wanna know is have you got some place i can call my home now i’m lookin out the kitchen window see my washin’ on the line and it’s dancin’ in the breeze ever so slowly dryin’ and it’s the same old breeze that’s blowin’ on my mind and it’s the same old breeze that gets us every time yes it’s the same old breeze that’s blowin on my mind and it’s the same old breeze that gets us every single time all i really wanna know…

26 HASLETT – unreleased

the door swung in and there you were standing stunning did i come around a touch too soon yeah this place looks fine to me behind those glasses all a twist two blue suns insist & shine, what i wonder did i miss here miss mccaw led us down the hall yellow pages tattered ‘n torn scattered telephone chord i recall the smell of last nite’s party wild hangs still in the air home sweet home my first here in this town maybe you could show me around yeah maybe you could show me around

THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD GO I – unrecorded

there but for the grace of god go i there but for the grace of god go i there but for the angels walking by my side times gone by i have been blind with the need to make it home just one more time and i wake up in the morning and find there but for the grace of god go i there but for my maker let me ride there but for the taker he was tired and satisfied there but for the way the tale unfolds there but for the bell that never tolled there but for the wreck that for some reason never rolled there but for the palms i lined with gold there but it’s some other mothers son there but it was they that came undone there but it was not my turn to fall

TIDES – off the ‘surrounded’ album

cicadas sing staccato waves they crash apon the bar there’s talk of islands drowning there’s talk of invisible war they’re saying times gonna be terrible they’re saying that times gonna be tough they’re saying it’s gonna be unbearable they’re saying it’s gonna get rough but the sun holds to his course and the moon don’t waver none the leaves they rustle in the trees and the tides they go and come cicadas sing staccato stones they clatter on the shore scare mongers on the front page scare mongers at the door trying tell me bout terrorism you know what you can do with your fear when you pay no heed to the ancient wisdom don’t then come cryin round here… you know the sun holds to its course and the moon don’t waver none the leaves they gonna rustle in the trees the tide it go & they come cicadas sing staccato sand is swept beneath my feet a sea side mansion ever so slowly slips into the sea mother nature she’s holding court better listen while she talks we are fools we have forgotten that the civilisations can fall

WE ALL MIGHT GET HIT BY A RATHER LARGE BUS – unrecorded

would you like some salt my dear to go with them wounds so very sad to hear the piper will not play your tunes oh dear oh dear how sad but never mind what goes around comes around time after time all this industry ever gonna do is belch out clouds of smoke leave you wearing plastic shoes leave the cobbler broke and blue as can be oh dear how sad but never mind careful what you wish for it might come knocking some time the business man with the mile wide grin would sooner see you dead your merchandise gonna double in price crocodile tear he will shed apon your grave oh dear how sad but never mind at first you don’t succeed you gotta keep on trying so careful not to let that anvil drop apon your toe it is hard it is heavy no need to carry such a load of woe oh dear how sad but never mind what goes around comes around no sense cryin

WHAT LOVE WOULD DO NOW – un recorded

maybe she’ll tie you up in knots send you off down the river on a frantic search for what you lost maybe she’ll banish you from her sacred fair place til you could return with your new found friends faith and grace maybe she’ll cry from somewhere up on high sweet jubilation on her lips take me love me leave me crush me curse me deceive me but bring me back to life again beneath the satellites the meteorites the space trash and the shooting stars we all laugh and dance and take a chance.. what love would do now my… what love would do what love would do now my… what love would do.. maybe love could wave good bye with a solitary tear and a terminal sigh maybe she’ll know now why she wept foetal deep beneath the sheets so softly crept her soul to sleep blowing kisses soft discreet you turn to face the windy street… alone again maybe.. she thinks candle lit thoughts just to see the shadows flicker on the walls she lets her false pretences tumble to the floor maybe she won’t falter any more she said take me love me leave me crush me curse me deceive me but bring me back to life again beneath the satellites the meteorites the space trash and the shooting stars we all laugh and dance and play our parts

INVERURIE (lyrics D.A, music Jon Sanders) – off ‘continental drift’

inverurie, lets all get down to the distillery with the distant hint of some smoldering fire on the tip of our tongues inverurie in the valley of the grain in the evening shadows i see ben achie we pull into market place and there goes annie yeah there goes a friendly face come on in she says stop a while make yourself at home so long and true has been the road all the way to inverurie in the valley of the grain in the evening shadows i see ben achie inverurie if it’s all the same here we surely here we surely could remain

SAD NEWS BLUES off ‘sowing the wild notes’

i got some sad news yesterday your love has gone away i got some sad news yesterday they said your love has gone away and this news made me so sad i did not know what to say i got some sad news yesterday half moon hung in the sky i got some sad news yesterday half moon hung in the sky and this news made me so sad i had to wonder why i got some sad news yesterday now she’s off to italy i got some sad news yesterday now she’s off to italy and this news made me so sad i could not believe my disbelief yeah and this news made me so sad i could not believe my disbelief

LALO’S OCEAN off ‘sowing the wild notes’

walk like an indian brave pride like a scar on your face tall like the totatra wild like you’re not lost in this place where is the home of this nomad where do you go when you’re sad black holes that used to be eyes colour exhaled like a sigh it never rains so you said but still you drown in this guise where is the home of this nomad where do you go when you’re sad it’s said he goes to a place beyond places just to see what faith is in a desert of a world where i can’t understand riding so deep in the wave laugh in the prizefighter’s face or you’re hiding so deep in the maze you disappear with no trace where is the home of thios nomad where do you go when you’re sad where is the home here is the home we’re not alone fear is unknown fear is unknown not to you not to me not to those who can see

NOTHING AT ALL off ‘sowing the wild notes’

singing christine’s ‘cupid’ thinking of an old friend’s laughter put down the book i read might get back to it after might get back to it after just gonna sit here and contemplate just gonna sit here and be just gonna sit here and look around just gonna sit here and see an old war plane flies on up above like she’s all lonesome for a war the distant cars they glide on by with a hiss and a hum and a roar hiss a hum and a roar and i’m just sittin here doing nothing in particular with a blank piece of paper and a pen and when i’m done doin nothing too spectacular well maybe then just maybe then i might do some more nothing at all might try some more nothing at all nothing at all nothing at all the feathered ones are swapping goss or taking flight upon thier wings who knows what they’re sayin what they’re doin gotta love the sound of a tui in a tree it’s a sound that’s nothing but complete and i’m just sitting here doin nothing too peculiar stir fry the cat some where near by and when i’m done doing nothing thats too new to ya well maybe then well i just might i might do some more nothing at all might try some more nothing at nothing at all nothing at all