Lyr Req: My Land Is Too Green

Subject: Lyr Add: MY LAND IS TOO GREEN
From: Edi
Date: 19 Jun 00 - 12:49 PM

I'm looking for the lyrics of this song I heard by Mary Coughlan on the Album "Under the Influence". I'd tried to write down the words during listening to the song but I'm not sure if it's OK.

Here are the words I thought I've heard:

MY LAND IS TOO GREEN

My land is bogged down in religious tradition
We knot our hands in hundreds of missions
One foot in the door one hand in your pocket
We export our problems for foreign solutions
My land is naive to scared off the devil
Voyer than lour with our eyes up to heaven
But nobody looks whit her strips of her neighbour
And to have a good laugh that'd all in the end

Droughted and mist the outlook of hauling
Pressure is rising but temperature's falling
Sunny spells and scaffold showers
But [and] still it rains for hours and hours
And as the blood rise we drown our sorrows
Tossing them back like there is no tomorrow
And in the end we'll [we will] ist or stand
And piss it back to the back-wholes of Ireland

My land is too full of incurable scheming
The promises given are nothing but dreaming
We all love our owl we'll make him our leader
And every four years is right back to zero
My land is still poor and underdeveloped
We talk on our problems for hours an end
And then we decide there's two sides to the story
And have a good laugh that'd all in the end

Can anybody help me?

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 22-Mar-03.

Subject: Lyr Add: MY LAND IS TOO GREEN (from Mary Coughlan)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 23 Mar 03 - 12:40 AM

Lyrics copied from http://www.edgars-liederbuch.de/Lieder%20m/My_Land_Is_Too_Green.htm

MY LAND IS TOO GREEN
(Erik Visser, A. Hensey)

My land is bogged down in religious tradition.
We nod our heads in humble submission,
One foot in the door a hand in your pocket.
We export our problems for foreign solutions.

My land is naïve, too scared of the devil,
Holier than thou with eyes up to heaven,
And when nobody looks, we tear strips off our neighbour,
Have a good laugh at it all in the end.

Shrouded in mist, the outlook's appalling.
Pressure is rising and temperature's falling.
Sunny spells and scattered showers
And still it rains for hours and hours.

And as the floods rise, we'll drown our sorrows
Tossing them back like there is no tomorrow,
And in the end we'll sit or stand
And piss it back into the bogholes of Ireland.

My land is too fond of incurable scheming
The promises given are nothing but dreaming
We all love a rogue. We'll make him our leader,
But every three years it's right back to zero.

My land is still poor and underdeveloped.
We talk round our problems for hours on end,
And then we decide there's two sides to the story,
And have a good laugh at it all in the end.

[Sung by Mary Coughlan on her albums "Under the Influence" 1987, and "Live in Galway" 1996.]

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Land Is Too Green
From: michaelr
Date: 23 Mar 03 - 12:59 AM

Jim, thank you for posting these lyrics. What a brilliant commentary on contemporary (well, 1980s) Ireland! And the line "we all love a rogue and we'll make him our leader, and every four years it's just right back to zero" should surely resonate with any American who voted during the last 12 years.

I have that Mary Coughlan album, as well as some others of hers. She is a very sultry, smoky, jazzy singer, and does many other great songs. (And -- whether or not you want to consider this a claim to fame -- she appeared in that silly but funny Peter O'Toole/Daryl Hannah movie, "High Spirits".)

Cheers,
Michael

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Land Is Too Green
From: michaelr
Date: 23 Mar 03 - 01:02 AM

Oops, I forgot -- what looks like verse 3 and 4 in Jim's post is actually the chorus of the song, and is repeated at the end.