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The tricolor is flying high, in March one time a year.
Otherwise it's Palestine, Ukraine and Woke here.
And the wind is blowing proudly, to be Celt is to be Queer.
'Tis the season to be Irish, 'tis a time of festive cheer.
Blue was once our color, and now we have the blues.
Take one look around you, you'll find out that is true.
Foreigners invade us, friends have let us down.
Send them somewhere else, and the problems still around.
The war is psychological, and that is just as well.
I'm a pacifist because I've seen enough of hell.
Fighting is for faggots, fisting is a foul.
Primitive and petty, use your mind and mouth.
The tricolor is flying high, it should be at half mast.
Death is all around us, and the pandemic has passed.
And the wind is blowing wildly, to be kind is to be keeled,
'Tis the season to be Irish, 'tis a time of freckled fear.
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A wise man said the center can’t, hold its center in this land.
A wise man said the center can’t, hold its center but we can.
The lockdown's over but it still feel's we live in a prison.
I’m going out to prison yard to say hello to prison guard.
I have a mama and a pop, when I left home my pop ran off.
My mama cried and cried all day until she found another way.
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Crisis
04:10
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There’s a crisis for men, there’s a crisis for women.
There’s a crisis for them so there’s a crisis for children.
There’s a crisis for rich, there’s a crisis for poor.
There’s a crisis on land and a crisis off shore.
Can’t fake the tide away, coming round either way.
Only thing that remains to be seen,
is how much blood will spill before we’ve had our fill.
There’s a crisis for betting, there’s a crisis for drugs
There’s a crisis for rising count of rape victims.
There’s a crisis for this, there’s a crisis for that.
There’s a crisis for various kinds of pollution.
There’s a crisis in hell, there’s a crisis in space.
There’s a crisis on mars and a crisis for faith.
There’s a crisis for plastic and one for meaning,
There's a crisis for just about everything.
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It's Not 1984
04:28
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It’s not 1984, it’s 2023.
Back then is not the future.
And future’s up to me.
Life’s not a novel and love’s not a book.
Music is not real but it’s real enough.
Time’s not an option just something we took.
Now all time is asking is we, is we, make it up,
make it up, make it up.
It’s not Huxley’s Brave New World, but it could well be.
If we fall in the face of, global tyranny.
It’s not like we haven’t been here before.
Some people thought history was over.
Difference between Orwell and Aldous books.
Is the integrity still held, still held, by us, by us, by us.
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A shitty house is still, a shitty house it still,
A shitty house is still a house.
The walls are cold and damp, but they are protective,
Better than a cardboard box down in the capital.
A shitty bike is still, a shitty bike is still,
A shitty bike is still a bike.
The brakes are all worn down, the gears are stuck on 1,
Better to be rolling down this hill than walking.
A shitty day is still, a shitty day is still,
A shitty day is still a day.
The moon is coming round, intensity profound,
Better to be alive than a dead weight in the ground.
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Cancel Cunts
03:20
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Cancel this ye cancel cunts, histories complicated.
Why not just leave it where it is way back in time?
Cancel this ye cancel cunts, you’ll probably find this offensive.
Then again everything I say drives you wild.
Cancel this ye cancel cunts erase mankind before it’s done
I have just one more thing to say, we won’t go down that easy.
Cancel this ye cancel cunts, while you’re at it take my tongue
What good is it if I cannot speak my mind?
Cancel this ye cancel cunts burn the page that I write on
At least I had the guts to say a cunt’s a cunt a spade’s a spade.
Cancel this ye cancel cunts shur it’s only a bit of fun.
Don’t get your kickers in a twist it’s just a song.
Cancel this ye cancel cunts bury it under the mud
With all the others who have seen behind your lies.
Cancel this ye cancel cunts or else join with us in love
Isn’t that what everyone wants besides?
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Good for the Food
02:24
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Death is rising. Suicide rising.
Depression rising. Loneliness rising.
Hate here is rising. Escapism too.
Homelessness rising. Addiction rising.
Prices rising. Poverty rising.
Waiting lists rising in every room.
Robots are rising. Ravin’ rising.
Robberies rising. Fear is rising.
Freezing is rising, good for the food.
Flowers are rising. Rivers rising.
Mountains are rising. Pluto is rising.
Love here is rising in but a few.
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It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmill's Up.
It's a pity Putin wouldn't take us down to size.
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up.
I'm livin' in a van and I can't sleep at night.
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up
It'd take a couple helicopters in the sky.
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up.
Give everyone a little break from the ol' wi-fi.
Is there really any difference between a Western and a Russian man?
Everyone wants his own bit of land.
And is there really any instance you can't hold both in your hands?
You can love your country and still be human.
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up.
It used to be silent here but now it's loud.
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up.
Lay those mother-fuckers on the ground.
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up.
They're makin' my eyes sore every time I go out.
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up.
Sometimes I wish I was blind and couldn't hear no sound.
Is there really any difference between an Asian and an African?
Except for the color of his skin.
And is there really any instance you can't hold both perspectives.
You can love your country and still be human.
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up.
While he's at it give us back our sovereignty.
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up.
That'd get on the nerves of a few wokies.
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up.
Rock n roll is nothin' with no electricity!
It's A Pity Putin Wouldn't Come And Shut The Windmills Up.
At that point in time we all become folkies.
Is there really any difference between a native and a foreign man?
Are we all not a community of kin?
I'm not saying we should merge in to a one world government.
You can't love your country and still be human.
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New Full Moon
03:28
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At some point in the next few days a new full moon will pass our way.
And send us flying over the waves onward to another phase.
Not sure how much more I can take, sometimes I want to run away.
And leave this world forever more, and find a quiet spot to grow.
The leaves are coming to the trees and countries falling to its knees.
Some say the republic has gone and made way for corporation.
My eyes are sore, my hands are tied, the reaction will soon subside.
And give rise to a settled state sadly at some later stage.
Sometimes I forget that I can go out and sit in silent land.
And when I do I realize that this is all I need tonight.
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Ireland I am so Ireland I'll be.
I am the land and the spirits within me.
I am the land and the spirits within.
Ireland I look so Ireland I see.
Even with eyes closed the vision is near me.
Even with eyes closed the vision is near.
Ireland I sleep so Ireland I dream.
Dream of a time when we let her roam freely.
Dream of a time when we let her roam freely.
Ireland I cry so Ireland I weep.
Weep for the past and there terror of feeling.
Weep for the past and the terror to feel.
Ireland I touch so Ireland I feel.
Feel the unfolding of free earth beneath me.
Feel the unfolding of free earth beneath.
Ireland I listen so Ireland I hear.
Hear the redemption of ancestral bleeding.
Hear the redemption of ancestral blood.
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Gary Hynes Sligo, Ireland
Folk singer from & residing in the north west of Ireland.
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