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Heading West

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

The captain, Edward Smith, he called down below.
He said, “Fire all the boilers, boys, it’s off to New York we go!”
Twenty-three knots was our top speed,
As we raced into the night.
No-one saw the devil, as he cut us deep inside.
And the captain cried, “We’re the biggest and the best.
Fire up the boilers, boys, we’re heading west,
Yes, we’re heading west!”
On April the fifteenth, 1912

She finally fell away to rest, over two miles down.
She was the pride and joy, the flagship of the White Line,
3 million rivets meant to last for all time.
And the captain cried, “We’re the biggest and the best.
Fire up the boilers, boys, we’re heading west.”
And the Carpathia picked up the distress calls from MGY it said
“Please, please come and save us or two thousand plus souls will die!”
And the captain cried, “We’re the biggest and the best.
Fire up the boilers, boys, we’re heading west.”
And the captain cried, “We’re the biggest and the best.
Fire up the boilers, boys, we’re heading west,
We’re heading west,
Now we’re heading west!”
 

Sweet Ballerina

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

On a hot summers night, in a city somewhere In a gilded theatre they all come to stare The lights go down and the music starts And there she stands breaking their hearts    I can remember when we stood side by side You were my equal I didn’t have to hide Then the years rolled by we went our separate ways Now all that I have is those memories of you

Sweet ballerina Sweet ballerina Oh sweet ballerina I wish it was me                   Sweet ballerina Sweet ballerina Oh sweet ballerina I wish it could be me

My body is twisted knarled in pain And I know Ill never dance again                   But late at night in my dreams I’m free to dance by the moonlight

Sweet ballerina Sweet ballerina Oh sweet ballerina I wish it was me                   Sweet ballerina Sweet ballerina Oh sweet ballerina I wish it could be me

So on a hot summer’s night in a city somewhere In a gilded theatre they all come to stare The lights go down and the music starts And in my dreams I am the star

Sweet ballerina Sweet ballerina Oh sweet ballerina I wish it was me                    Sweet ballerina Sweet ballerina Oh sweet ballerina I wish it could be me Oh sweet ballerina

 Mr Sunshine

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

Um yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh I saidHow do you do Mr Sunshine

How nice it is to wake up with you

On this fine summer Sunday morning

 What should we do?

 We could take a trip to the seaside

 We could pack a picnic and go for a ride

 It’s up to you

On a sunny Sunday summers afternoon

 On a sunny Sunday afternoon

 I’ll leave it I’ll leave it I’ll leave it up to you oh oh yeh

Wake up Mr Sunshine Let’s not waste the day

 It’s already mid morning What do you say?

 We could call all our friends up Arrange to meet somewhere

 Have a lazy Sunday lunch In the country side somewhere

There were days when I couldn’t buy A glimpse of the sun up in the sky

 But all the clouds they melted away The day Mr Sunshine came my way

 Came my way oh oh yeh oh oh yeh

Well have a fine timesitting by the river and drinking wine

There were days when I couldn’t buy

 A glimpse of the sun up in the sky

 But all the clouds they melted away

 The day Mr Sunshine came my way came my way

 He came my way he came to stay

On a sunny Sunday summers afternoon

 On a sunny Sunday afternoon

 I’ll leave it I’ll leave it I’ll leave it up to you oh oh yeh

On a sunny Sunday afternoon

  When we were Kings

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

You can’t fight the tide nor the wind that runs wild

 And the water will rise no matter what you do

 Time runs by it leaves us high and dry

 Once we were Kings we could do anything

Now we look on those moments are gone

 Those fair weather friends they left in the end

An old photograph where we were told to laugh

 But the laugh only lingered and soon fell away

So I’ll stay and sing my songs even if no one comes

 It’s all I have It’s all that I can do

 It’s all that I can offer you

 It’s all I have It’s all that I can do

 It’s all that I can offer you

You can’t fight your fears Nor the flow of the years

 And the water will rise to carry you away

 An old broken chair and a stain upon the stairs

 And we made plans to rule the world

 So I’m left to sing my songs Even if no one comes

 They pulled the old house down

 A Pile of bricks on the ground

 They call it progress what do I know

 So I’m left to sing my songs

 Even if no one comes

 I was told by an old DJ

 Your time has passed now fade away

 What does he know?

 What does he know?

 What do I know?

   East Coast town

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

There’s a town on an eastern coast

Faded and worn, like a favourite coat

We drop by once a year

Like a Hollywood actress, past her prime

Trying desperately to hold back time

But all the paint and powder can’t fill the scars

But when the music starts to play

the town comes alive

They dance along the pier at night

And we will be the ones watching it all from the cliff tops

Summon the ghosts of present and past

At the end of the show we’ll list the cast

You’ll find our names somewhere in the small print

Bit part players, always on the fringe

You learn to smile and never whinge

And history is laid down with each passing year

But when the music starts to play

the town comes alive

They dance along the pier at night

And we will be the ones watching it all from the cliff tops

Waves melt into the sand

Each one sings a different tune

Late at night just me and you

With the world spinning all around us

We’ll see what memories can be found

Like shells from the beach below

Each one held for a moment

And shared for a lifetime

Shadows dance along the pier

Each one wearing a memory

But when the music starts to play

the town comes alive

They dance along the pier at night

And we will be the ones watching it all on the cliff top

But when the music starts to play

the town comes alive

They dance along the pier at night

And we watch it all from a bench on the cliff top

 Behind closed doors

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011

A woman in trouble beginning to show

Family shamed by one of their own

The priest is told he says she’ll have to go

A child is born on a winter’s day

As soon as he’s born they took him away

They tell her she’s the one to blame

And God says she must carry the shame

Carry the shame carry the shame the shame

They tied her up they held her down

Made her wear electrodes as a crown

Put a wooden block between her teeth

And someone pulled the switch

No matter how they tried

They couldn’t stop the screams at night

The animal rage was deep inside

It had learned to hide

Learned to survive

Learned to survive

Learned to survive it was deep inside

Thirty years had passed a man came to see her

Looked in her eyes saw nothing there

He kissed her then turned away

He didn’t see the tier rise in her eyes

He didn’t see her wipe the tier away Half of the Day

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

Katie only works half of the day

Of the rest alcohol washes her away

She danced to close to an open flame

Ronnie was his name

They ran away into the country side

Lived on a small farm in a gypsy caravan

And all the lords came to pay their respects

Hand made clothes and back to nature

Some where money had no name

Slowly slowly the river rose

No matter what they tried

They could never get dry

They were so good together they were bad

Rotting away at each others souls

Finally parting with one last sigh

Katie found herself left on the shelf

And Mother Nature had not been kind

And all the lords came to pay their respects

Hand made clothes and back to nature

Somewhere where money had no name

Slowly slowly the river rose

Slowly slowly Slowly slowly

Slowly The river it rose

She only works half of the day

And of the rest alcohol washes her away

 

  Home for the lost and Bewildered

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

 

When the world is coming at you

And you don’t know what to do

Just remember that I’m on your side

When it all gets a little hazy

And you think your going crazy

I’ll be there standing by your side

And well take a little journey

Through the cracks of the city

See the pretty young things come out to play

Packaged pricked and preened

Like the ghost in your dreams

And the black dog is waiting for your call

Welcome to the home for the lost and bewildered

Pick yourself a chair and sit right down

Let your weary mind run wild and free

And ill go and make us a nice cup of tea

Picking up the papers it’s another bad news day

And the weather man says it’s goin to rain

Well the winter had been bitter And the streets are full of litter

Old headlines washed down the drain

Welcome to the home for the lost and bewildered

Pick yourself a chair and sit right down

Let your weary mind run wild and free

And ill go and make us a nice cup of tea

When you feel like you are dreaming

And the world around you is screaming

Just remember you’re not on your own

When the voices in your head

Turn to silence when you go to bed

And the black dog finally lies down

Welcome to the home for the lost and bewildered

Pick yourself a chair and sit right down

Let your weary mind run wild and free

And ill go and make us a nice cup of tea

 Danced round the table

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

Somewhere in the city she’s slumped at a table

A bottle of whisky half drunk by her side

A candle half burned flickers on the table

A clock chimes three times

But she doesn’t hear

For nine month he tried she barely survived

And each day that passes gnarled away deep inside

She aches for him now like she did when he died

She just wants to hold him

And they’d dance round the table

They’d dance round the table

Dance round the table one last time

They’d Dance round the table

They’d Dance round the table

Dance round the table one last time

A month had passed police they were called

She was slumped at the table

Empty bottle by her side

And in the dust on the floor

There were two sets of footprints

That ran round the table and out through the door

And they’d dance round the table

They’d dance round the table

Dance round the table one last time

They’d Dance round the table

They’d Dance round the table

Dance round the table one last time

Everyone tried to explain what had happened

It didn’t take long for the rumours to begin

Some said it was the whisky

Others said she was mad

But for me I just understood

Why they danced round the table

They’d danced round the table

Danced round the table one last time

They danced round the table

They’d danced round the table

Danced round the table one last time

They danced round the table

They danced round the table

They danced round the table one last time

Danced round the table

They danced round the table

Danced round the table one last time

They danced round the table

Danced round the table

Danced round the table one last time

 

 

 Memories

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

Autumn in the field’s time for harvest

Making houses with the bails

Scent of baking from the kitchen

It’s me mother making bread

Oh these are the things that I recall

They don’t mean much maybe nothing at all

To me they were the best of times

These are the memories that keep me warm

On a winters day frost on the lawn

These are the memories that I hold true

Call upon them when I’m feeling blue

Walking through the orchard with me father

Picking apples from them trees

Day trips to the sea side with me aunty

Watch the horses running out

These are the things that I recall

They don’t mean much maybe nothing at all

To me they were the best of times

These are the memories that keep me warm

On a winters day frost on the lawn

These are the memories that I hold true

Call upon them when I’m feeling blue

And I know they are only memories

One can’t live in the past

Dear lord get me out of here and on my way

Oh these are the memories that keep me warm

On a winter day frost on the lawn

These are the memories that I hold true

Call upon them when I’m feeling blue

These are the memories that keep me warm

On a winter day frost on the lawn

These are the memories that I hold true

I call upon them when I’m feeling blue

Walking home from school not a care in the world

Talking with me neighbours about the weather

Sure it’s a national pastime

Oh these are the things that I recall

They don’t mean much maybe nothing at all

To me they were the best of days

These are the memories that keep me warm

On a winters day frost on the lawn

These are the memories that I hold true

Call upon them when I’m feeling blue

These are the memories that keep me warm

On a winters day frost on the lawn

These are the memories that I hold true

Call upon them when I’m feeling blue

Felling blue feeling blue feeling blue

What’s the story

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

 She wants to go shopping but hasn’t the will

To many late night and sleeping pills

Fear wrapped tightly around the thoughts

The front door is open but she’ll never leave

Inspiration she finds at a store

Where two for one offers line up on the floor

Decisions are hard to make these days

And the ground beneath her keeps slipping away

Oh Mary Ann what’s the world to you

What’s the story what did you do

There was a time when they came to your door

Now they don’t come any more

Oh Mary Ann what’s the world to you

What’s the story what did you do

There was a time when they came to your door

But when they knock no one comes

But the past lingers on

She has a fashion a style of her own

With a peg bag and apron still on loan

From a good friend she can’t recall

Lost form the net she cast long ago

Now love wasn’t easy it came with a price

She stood at the table and she threw the dice

But her luck ran out from the day she was born

No way back and no going home

Oh Mary Ann what’s the world to you

What’s the story what did you do

There was a time when they came to your door

Now they don’t come any more

Oh Mary Ann what’s the world to you

What’s the story what did you do

There was a time when they came to your door

But when they knock no one comes

Lawyers and clowns dressed in their gowns

Waiting to set you free

You didn’t fall down while the world around turned crazy

Oh Mary Ann what’s the world to you

What’s the story what did you do

There was a time when they came to your door

Now they don’t come any more

Oh Mary Ann what’s the world to you

What’s the story what did you do

There was a time when they came to your door

But when they knock no one comes

But the past lingers on

But the past lingers on

The past lingers on

 

  Bucannons War

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

In the year of our lord 1432 ten thousand men gathered

They called them Buchannan’s crew

By the river they had camped over night

They rose by the first shafts of dawns early light

Bucannon rode amongst his men on his white steed

Today will see the death of the landlord’s greed

The roar went up from every man there

Well fight till the last man standing dies

The river turned red from the blood of the dead

The devil could see the rage in Buchannan’s eyes

The river turned red from the blood of the dead

The river turned red god save their souls

The battle raged all day and into the night

Hell fell onto the earth in the form of this fight

The screams of the dying lay waste to the air

If there’s a god of mercy he wasn’t found there

Bucannon layed to waste many men’s souls

Some say it was sixty only the good lord knows

By the end of the battle one man stood alone

Bucannon with a blood soaked sword in his hands

The river turned red from the blood of the dead

The devil could see the rage in Buchannan’s eyes

The river turned red from the blood of the dead

The river turned red god save their souls

The field now is overgrown no one knows no one’s told

About Buchannan’s battle in 1432

Some say it’s a myth others say it’s not real

No history book records Buchannan’s zeal

There are those who say when the storms rage high

The sound of dying men cracks across the sky

Deep underground there lies a blood stained sword

Waiting for the next man who comes to fight the landlord

The river turned red from the blood of the dead

The devil could see the rage in Buchannan’s eyes

The river turned red from the blood of the dead

The river turned red god save their souls

God save their souls

  

 The Taxis Waiting

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011 

When we first met

I had no regrets You came and swept me

Off my feet

But as the years rolled by

I've began to ask why

The taxis waiting and were debating who’ll pay the fare

You’re still talking as I start walking we make a fine pair

You say you love me how can that be you make me feel mad

When I’m drinking I can’t help thinking your cad you’re a bounder

A picture shows us arm in arm

It was taken so long ago

I thought you were so handsome

Little did I know

The taxis waiting and were debating who’ll pay the fare

You’re still talking as I start walking we make a fine pair

You say you love me how can that be you make me feel mad

When I’m drinking I can’t help thinking your cad you’re a bounder

We used to make love every day

Now all you do is turn away

You used to be my lover

Now all you want is the duvet cover

The taxis waiting and were debating who’ll pay the fare

You’re still talking as I start walking we make a fine pair

You say you love me how can that be you make me feel mad

When I’m drinking I can’t help thinking your cad you’re a bounder

 The Midnight Bus

Lyrics: Dean/Walsh 2011

On a council estate in England

Somewhere in the north

A young girl’s getting ready

For a night on the town

She’s putting on her make-up

She knows just what to wear

She applies the finishing touches

To her bottled bleached blond hair


’Cos tonight she’s going to blow them away

No matter what they do or say

Nothing’s going to get in her way

Till the midnight bus comes to take her away

She’ll tease the boys drive them insane

To her it’s all just part of the game

And all the boys just want to play

Till the midnight bus comes to take her away

Midnight bus comes to take her away

’Cos the midnight bus is on its way

Her mother looks so worried

She doesn’t say a word
Father says, “Be careful!”

From his chair by the TV
She walks to the bus stop

No coat to keep her warm
She doesn’t seem to notice

That it’s already three below

’Cos tonight she’s going to blow them away

No matter what they do or say
Nothing’s going to get in her way

Till the midnight bus comes to take her away
She’ll tease the boys drive them insane

To her it’s all just part of the game
And all the boys just want to play

Till the midnight bus comes to take her away
Midnight bus comes to take her away

’Cos the midnight bus is on its way


On the bus she sits with others

All in ignorance and bliss
They come from all directions

And it all boils down to this
They spill into the streets

Going from bar to bar
The party’s just getting started

And she looks just like a movie star


’Cos tonight she’s going to blow them away

No matter what they do or say
And nothing’s going to get in her way

Till the midnight bus comes to take her away
’Cos tonight she’s going to blow them away

No matter what they do or say
And nothing’s going to get in her way

Till the midnight bus comes to take her away
She’ll tease the boys drive them insane

To her it’s all just part of the game
And all the boys just want to play

Till the midnight bus comes to take her away
Midnight bus comes to take her away

’Cos the midnight bus is on its way

 

 

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