1. |
Does This Train Stop
04:03
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Mckenzie's soul lies above the ground
In that pyramid near Maryland
Easyjet is hanging in the air
Taking everyone to everywhere.................................
See slave ships sailing into port
The blood of Africa's on every wall
Now there's a layline runs down Mathew Street
It's giving energy to all it meets
Hey, does this train stop
Does this train stop on Merseyside
Hey, does this train stop
Does this train stop on Merseyside
Alan Williams in the Marlboro Arms
Giving his story out to everyone
Famine boats are anchored in the bay
Bringing the poor and deperate.....................................
Can't concieve what those children done
Guess theres a meaness in the soul of man
Yorkshire policemen chat with folded arms
While people try and save their fellow fans
Hey, does this train stop
Does this train stop on Merseyside
Whoa
Hey, does this train stop
Does this train stop on Merseyside
Mckenzie's soul lies above the ground
In that pyramid near Maryland
Easyjet is hanging in the air
Taking everyone to everywhere........................................
See slave ships sailing into port
The blood of Africa's on every wall
Now there's a layline runs down Mathew Street
It's giving energy to all it meets
Hey, does this train stop
Does this train stop on Merseyside
Hey, does this train stop
Does this train stop on Merseyside
Hey does this train stop
Does this train stop on Merseyside
Hey does this train stop
Does this train stop on Merseyside
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2. |
Home By Bearna
03:19
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In Scartaglen there lived a lass
And every Sunday after mass
She would go and take a glass
Before going home by Bearna
We won’t go home along the road
For fear that you might act the rogue
Won’t go home along the road
But we’ll go home by Bearna
We won’t go home across the fields
The big thornins will stick in your heels
We won’t go home across the fields
But we’ll go home by Bearna
We won’t go home around the glen
For fear your blood might rise again
Won’t go home around the glen
But we’ll go home by Bearna
We won’t go down the milk boreen
The night is bright, we might be seen
We won’t go down the milk boreen
But we’ll go home by Bearna
We won’t go home across the bog
For fear we might meet Kearney’s dog
We won’t go home across the bog
But we’ll go home by Bearna
In Scartaglen there lived a lass
And every Sunday after mass
She would go and take a glass
Before going home by Bearna
We won’t go home along the road
For fear that you might act the rogue
Won’t go home along the road
But we’ll go home by Bearna
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3. |
Ballad of William Bloat
04:08
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In a mean abode on the Skankill Road
Lived a man named William Bloat;
He had a wife, the curse of his life,
Who continually got on his goat.
So one day at dawn, with her nightdress on
He cut her bloody throat.
With a razor gash he settled her hash
Oh never was crime so quick
But the drip drip drip on the pillowslip
Of her life blood made him sick.
And the pool of gore on the bedroom floor
Grew clotted and cold and thick.
And yet he was glad he had done what he had
When she lay there stiff and still
But a sudden awe of the angry law
Struck his heart with an icy chill.
So to finish the fun so well begun
He resolved himself to kill.
He took the sheet from the wife's coul' feet
And twisted it into a rope
And he hanged himself from the pantry shelf,
'Twas an easy end, let's hope.
In the face of death, with his dieing breath
He solemnly cursed the Pope.
But the strangest turn to the whole concern
Is only just beginning.
He went to Hell but his wife got well
And she's still alive and sinning.
For the razor blade was German made
But the sheet was Belfast Linen.
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4. |
Step it out Mary
05:03
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In the village of Kildorey, there lived a maiden fair
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, she had long and golden hair
And a countryman came riding, up to her father's gate
Mounted on a milk white stallion, he came at the stroke of eight
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
I've come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair
I have wealth and I have money, I have goods beyond compare
I will buy her silks and satin and a gold ring for her hand
I'll build for her a mansion, she'll have servants to command
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
Oh kind sir I love a soldier, I've pledged to him my hand
I don't want your wealth nor money, I don't want your goods nor land
Mary's father spoke up sharply: "You will do as you are told
You'll be married on next Sunday and you'll wear that ring of gold"
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
In the village of Kildorey, there's a deep stream running by
They found Mary there at midnight, she drowned with the soldier boy
In the cottage there is music, you can hear the father say:
"Step it out Mary my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day"
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out Mary, if you can
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the countryman
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5. |
Clear Again
03:45
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6. |
Follow Me
05:10
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Catch my breath, hear me call
Would you follow me, follow me
And if my confidence should fall
Look and see
My marks there on your back
I don’t know I don’t Know
Watch your life when it’s coming back
And I’m way down low
FILL............................................................
Ah you’re just a falling dance
A high class witch you got new romance
But that’s the way it always should be
You call it rock n roll
But your purse beats faster than your catholic soul
Send me a post card from your tree
You paint your friendship on my open door
Climb up high so you can see
With my defences down I tried so hard to find the anger
O if you could see what I could see
FILL...................................................................
It’s getting round about
Well I’m in and then I’m out
I hear your wise cracks easily
You put me down and down and down
Your stories never hit my face
They just go blowing round the corner with the breeze
You paint your friendship on my open door
Climb up high so you can see
With my defences down I tried so hard to fight the anger
O if you could see what I could see
You paint your friendship on my open door
You paint your friendship on my open door
Oh the chips are down
I’ve seen you laugh I’ve seen you frown
Well do you ever want for more?
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7. |
All the Time
03:45
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8. |
Matty
04:48
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9. |
John O Dreams
03:44
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Written by Bill Caddick and arranged by FOS Brothers
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10. |
Green Grow the Rashes
04:04
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Green grow the rashes, O!
Green grow the rashes, O!
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O!
There's nought but care on every han'
In every hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o' man,
An 'twere na for the lasses, O?
The warl'ly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' though at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
But gi'e me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O,
An' warl'ly cares an' warl'ly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O.
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
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11. |
Tom Paine's Bones
06:45
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As I dreamed out last evening by a river of discontent
I bumped right into old Tom Paine
As a-running down the road he went
He said I can’t stop right now my son King Georgy’s after me
He’ll have a rope around my throat and hang me on the liberty tree
And I will dance to Tom Paine’s bones
I will dance to Tom Paine’s bones
I’ll dance in the oldest boots I own
To the rhythm of Tom Paine’s bones (rpt)
He said I just wrote about freedom and justice for everyone
Ever since the very first word I spoke
I’ve been looking down the barrel of a gun
Well they say I preached revolution but let me say in my defence
All I did wherever I went was to talk a lot of Common Sense
Well old Tom Paine he ran so fast he left me standing still
And there I was a piece of paper in my hand
Standing at the top of the hill
And it read "this is the Age of Reason these are the Rights of Man
Kick off religion & monarchy" it was written there in Tom Paine’s plan
Poor old Tom Paine there he lies
Nobody Laughs and nobody cries
Where he’s gone or how he fares
Nobody knows and nobody cares
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FOS Brothers Exeter, UK
Growing up in Belfast in the 70’s the FOS brothers fuse an eclectic mix of their own original songs with traditional Irish
sensibilities flavoured liberally with Floydian/Genesis/Horslipian spices.
Their mix of drums, percussion loops and samples and soaring guitars and bass, delight Festival and Venue audiences and that’s even before they start singing!
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