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21 Jun 03 - 06:09 PM (#970316) Subject: Lyr Req: Hard To Find Christy Moore lyrics From: thehiker Need help finding lyrics from the Christy Moore LP "The Spirit Of Freedom" especially "Ninty Miles From Dublin Town" "The Peoples Own MP" "The H-Block Song" this recording is no longer available and for some inexplicable reason the lyrics cannot be found anywhere. |
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21 Jun 03 - 09:25 PM (#970387) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hard To Find Christy Moore lyrics From: Stewie 'The People's Own MP' is the only title mentioned by you that is on the 'Spirit of Freedom' album that I have [WEA Ireland IR 0840, 1985]. Unfortunately, there is no lyric sheet. The other two might be lurking under different titles, but I doubt it. The track listing is: Side one: Forever on my mind No time for love The people's own MP Deportee Michael Gaughan Grannies dustbin lid Side two: Dying soldier Boy from Tamlaghtduff McIllhatton Jesus Christ and Jessie James Galtee Mountain boy Back home in Derry --Stewie. |
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22 Jun 03 - 02:37 PM (#970468) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hard To Find Christy Moore lyrics From: GUEST,Tunesmith I have " The Christy Moore Songbook" , I think all the songs that were mentioned are in there. |
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22 Jun 03 - 03:13 PM (#970490) Subject: Lyr Add: NINETY MILES TO DUBLIN TOWN (C Moore) From: Big Tim NINETY MILES FROM DUBLIN TOWN I'm ninety miles from Dublin town, I'm in my H-Block cell, To help you understand my plight, my story I will tell, I'm on the blanket protest, my efforts must not fail, For I'm joined by men and women, in the Kesh and Armagh jail. It all began one morning, I was dragged to Castlereagh, And though it was five years ago, it seems like yesterday, For three days kicked and beaten, I then was forced to sign, Confessions that convicted me, of deeds that were not mine. Sentenced in Diplock court, my protest it began, I could not wear their prison gear, I was a blanket man, I'll not accept their status, I'll not be criminalised, That's the issue in the blocks, for which we'd give our lives. Over there in London town, how they'd laugh and sneer, If only they could make us wear their loathsome prison gear, Prisoners of war is what we are, and that we must remain, The blanket protest must not end, till status is regained. I've been beaten round the ropmer room, because I'll not say "sir", I've been frogmarched down the landing, and dragged back by the hair, I've suffered degradation, humility and shame, Still the spirit does not falter, British torture is in vain. I've been held in scalding water, while my skin with deckscrubs is torn, I've been scratched and kicked from head to foot, and thrown on the floor, I've suffered mirror searches, been probed by drunken 'bears', I've heard my comrades cry and scream, and utter useless prayers. Now with the news that's coming in, our protest must not fail, For now we're joined by 30 girls in Armagh women's jail, So pay attention Irishmen, and Irishwomen too, And show the Free State rulers that their silence will not do. Oh it's ninety miles from Dublin town, it seems so far away, There's more attention to our plight in the USA, Now you've heard the story, of this filthy living hell, Remember ninety miles away, I'm still in my H-Block cell. Source: "Songs of Resistance, 1968-1982", credited there to Christy Moore. |
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22 Jun 03 - 03:28 PM (#970498) Subject: Lyr Add: H-BLOCK SONG (Francie Brolly) From: Big Tim H-BLOCK SONG I am a proud young Irishman, In Ulster's hills my life began, A happy boy through green fields ran, And kept God's and man's laws, But when my age was barely ten, My country's wrongs were told again, By tens of thousands marching men, And my heart stirred to the cause. CHORUS So I'll wear no convict's uniform, Nor meekly serve my time, That Britain might brand Ireland's fight, Eight hundred years of crime. I learnt of centuries of strife, Of cruel laws, injustice rife, I saw now in my own young life, The fruits of foreign sway, Protested, threatened, tortued, maimed, Division nurtured, passions flamed, Outrage provoked, right's cause defamed, This is the conqueror's way. Descendant of proud Connaught clan, Concannon serves cruel Britain's plan, Man's inhumanity to man, Has found a trusty slave, No strangers are these bolts and locks, No new design these dark H-Blocks, Cruel Cromwell walks, while Thatcher stalks, The bully taunts the brave. Does Britain need a thousand years, Of protest, riots, death and tears, Or will this past decade of fears, To eighty decades spell, An end to Ireland's agony, New hope for human dignity, And will the last obscenity, Be this grim H-Block cell? Source: "Songs of Resistance, 1968-1982", credited to Francie Brolly. |
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22 Jun 03 - 03:35 PM (#970504) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hard To Find Christy Moore lyrics From: Big Tim I'll let someone else post "The People's Own MP"! |
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22 Jun 03 - 03:49 PM (#970513) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hard To Find Christy Moore lyrics From: GUEST,guest Powerful moving lyrics--but ya know, I went to the USA in 1979 when I was a nipper and missed my connection to Detroit and had to stay in Boston. I looked at all the telly stations in the hotel room and on one I saw this angelic handsome man with red hair and freckles ask me for money for the cause back home. I never saw such a well groomed man like that on the Island. Well now, I have a theory that fella pocketed the readies for himself and that's why the cause is still a cause. |
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23 Jun 03 - 10:15 AM (#970913) Subject: Lyr Add: THE PEOPLE'S OWN MP From: Wolfgang Copied and pasted from one of the many places over the web with this song. I didn't check for accuracy. Wolfgang THE PEOPLE'S OWN MP
How many more must die now?
Chorus:
Thomas Ashe he gave us everything RPT CHORUS
No more he will hear the lark's sweet notes rpt chorus
Forever we'll remember him rpt chorus |
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24 Jun 03 - 04:36 AM (#971416) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hard To Find Christy Moore lyrics From: thehiker Thanks for the input catters I was searching for these lyrics for some time and genuinely comud not find them any where in Ireland. |
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24 Nov 03 - 07:50 AM (#1059813) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hard To Find Christy Moore lyrics From: GUEST,gerrymclelland@hotmail.com can any 1 send me lyrics to christy moore song minds locked shut please |
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24 Nov 03 - 03:53 PM (#1060068) Subject: Lyr Add: MINDS LOCKED SHUT (Christy Moore) From: Big Tim MINDS LOCKED SHUT ; Written by Christy Moore It happened on a Sunday afternoon, On a lovely bright crisp winter's afternoon, On a perfect day, On a perfect day for walking There was gunshots, stones and bullets, On a lovely bright winter's afternoon, There was chaos, panic and death, Disbelief upon the faces, Fear and bewilderment, Seconds seemed so long, They're firing bullets at us, It's not supposed to be like this, Awesome to behold, And then our minds locked shut, And then our minds locked shut, And then our minds locked shut And then our minds locked shut, And there remains, Jackie Duddy, Willie Nash, Gerry Donaghy, Willie McKinney, Gerald McKinney, Jim Wray, Johnny Johnston, Barney McGuigan, Paddy Doherty, Kevin McIlhenny, John Young, Mickey Kelly, Hugh Gilmore, Michael McDaid. Let us remember, It happened on a Sunday afternoon, On a lovely bright crisp winter's afternoon, On a perfect day, On a perfect day for walking. |
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12 May 06 - 11:30 AM (#1739046) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hard To Find Christy Moore lyrics From: Big Tim Somebody was looking for these lyrics. |