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Come To The Irish Dance
03:33
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Well if someone had come to the Irish dance
With fortune, fame and their luck to chance
They’da seen this life from a different stance
They might well just have changed their plans
But they sold their souls for land
Well, I knew a guy who worked in a bank
His eyeballs set on the highest rank
He worked so hard that he got the cramp
every time he had a.....drink!
He worked all day and all night
They found him dead at thirty-five
He was someone rich, but was he satisfied?
Less than you would think
But if someone had come to the Irish dance
With fortune, fame and his luck to chance
He’da seen this life from a different stance
He might well just have changed his plans
But he sold his soul for a pension plan
Well I knew a man who worked for the law
The legal text made his eyeballs sore
His dating skills, they were so poor
that he never managed to.....chat!
The courtroom was his game
Until a case he worked on failed
He was someone who chucked himself in the lake
and that was the end of that
But if someone had come to the Irish dance
With fortune, fame and his luck to chance
He’da seen this life from a different stance
He might well just have changed his plans
But he sold his soul for a witness stand
Well I know a girl who worked in a shop
The sight of her made your eyeballs drop
She coulda been great at takin’ stock
but she wanted to become top dog
So she asked the boss if he would swap
He turned round and said get lost
So she strangled him with the kitchen cloth
and now she’s eating porridge
But if someone had come to the Irish dance
Fortune, fame and her luck to chance
She’da seen this life from a different stance
She might well just have changed her plans
But now she’s sewing mailing bags
Well I knew a chap who worked in an office
He was the boss, so he made the novice
bring him lots of cups of coffee
Maltesers and toffee
His computer crashed and so did the aircon
The business never got airborne
There he sits, chained to a keyboard.....
"Where the hell has my life gone?"
But if someone had come to the Irish dance
With fortune, fame and his luck to chance
He’da seen this life from a different stance
He might well just have changed his plans
But he sold his soul for a wireless LAN
And if they’d all come to the Irish dance
Fortune, fame and their luck to chance
They’da seen this life from a different stance
They might well justa changed their plans
But they sold their souls to the man
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Liberation Song
02:56
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When you’re lookin’ at the lifelong fear of
standing up to the ones that you love
Tellin’ them that you ain’t never been, the one they seemed to see
Come dance with me
When ya walk in the Queen Victoria
And you feel like a lonesome warrior
In the fight for a world that’s fair, Phil Mitchell’s in there
Come dance with me
If you’re down and you’re feelin’ lonesome
If the town that you’re in seems loathsome
Don’t forget you’ll be king one day, with nothin’ else left to say
Come dance with me
When ya talk to the deeply religious
A strong take on the teacher’s visions
With a vicious tongue and sixteen nuns for company
Come dance with me
When ya talk to the older generations
To the ones that demand a split in our nations
To the ones that judge, their views don’t seem to budge
Come dance with me
Come dance with me
When you’re reading the tabloid media
When they talk of a world of idiots
Of system trends, big arrests, crystal meth and hideous death
Come dance with me
When ya walk in the big city mayhem
For the straight woman and for the gay man
For the L, for the G, B, T
and everythin’ in between
Come dance with me
Come dance with me
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Glaciers (instrumental)
04:41
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Don’t play the mandolin (x6)
Once there was a Chinese restaurant
Selling food and beer from the Orient
The food was grand and Eileen liked it too
But every time we went there, there was a mandolin
coming from the speakers
Don’t play the mandolin (x6)
I’m not saying mandolins are shit
But after a while they do get on your tits
Especially when you hear one every time
you go out to dine with your other half
and it’s droning from the speakers
(Ridiculous scream)
Don’t play the mandolin (x12)
Do not play the mandolin
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Cale Glasgow, UK
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Cale is the Celtic/indie folk music project of Andy Beck, a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist based in Glasgow.
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