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We bluff our way at school
We bluff our way at home
We bluff our way in business
We bluff our way, like fools
There is nothing in the world we won’t try
There is no real reason to cry
There is nothing we really care about
There is never enough stout
We are not afraid of tomorrow
There will always be something to buy
We are not afraid of facing the truth
We know it’s just another lie
‘Cause we are the heroes, oh, we are the heroes,
Oh, we are the heroes of the modern times
We’re ready to face the Nature
And eat all we can find
We’re ready to steal the Power
And leave our shit behind
We are not afraid of leaving
Our bills for others to pay
We are not afraid of stealing
We know we are not gonna stay
‘Cause we are the heroes, we are the heroes,
Oh, we are the heroes of the modern times
We bluff our way in IT
We bluff our way in Media
We bluff our way in University
We bluff our way in Irish Bars
We are not afraid of Guinness
Or inhaling some heavy fumes
We are not afraid of singing along
And faking some Celtic tunes
‘Cause we’re the heroes, oh we are the heroes,
We are the heroes of the modern times
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My father was a werewolf, he roamed the countryside
His fangs were long and sharp, his territory was wide
Along the way he sang his songs and sang them out of tune
He left a trail of tears and grief beneath the yellow moon
In a far-off village I heard he broke some hearts
I guess young hearts break easily in those foreign parts
Drunken frenzy has no fear, no shame and no remorse
There were burning bridges left behind and a hundred broken doors
Come all ye wankers, hear the story of the beast that stunk
Buy me a whiskey and a beer, I'm not completely drunk
If you have loose change about you, ring those service bells,
and if this story spooks your wits, I'll tell you something else.
On a night-time rampage he encountered some old friends
and left them lying in a pool of blood, this is where that story ends
When he came home next morning, he was all smile and charm
By the dirt under his fingernails I knew he'd done some harm.
My playground was a field of thorns behind a sandy hill
Grown-ups could not come there against the childrens' will
A haunted house stood in that field, all derelict and torn
I played there with the bones of the damned and the ghosts of the forlorn
Chorus-
I believe that I'm in love right now, a feeling that remains
is a twisting pulse inside my head and a bloodrush in my veins.
That girl is sweet beyond compare, she is my only one
But my father was a werewolf and I am a werewolf's son
Yes, my father was a werewolf, that makes me a werewolf's son.
Outro (Galician tune)
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3. |
Gotta Go
02:08
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Got to move, got to go,
Got to save my soul,
Got to leave this dirty old town
Where the weather is cold
And the girls are old
And the only road goes down
I know it’s been too long
That I’ve sang this same old song
Got to move, got to go,
Got to save my soul,
Got to leave this dirty old town
Been a miner and a thief
A beggar and a chief
Of the local banditti,
But most of the time
I just fill and sign
For social security
I know it’s been too long
That I’ve sang this same old song
Been a miner and a thief
A beggar and a chief
Of the local banditti
My balls they freeze
In the evening breeze
Of this bloody November night,
When I cough and sneeze,
Can you hold me, please,
And lead me to the morning light
I know it’s been too long
That I’ve sang this same old song
My balls, they freeze
In the evening breeze
Of this bloody November night
Got to move, got to go,
Got to save my soul,
Got to leave this dirty old town
Where the weather is cold
And the girls are old
And the only road goes down
I know it’s been too long
That I’ve sang this same old song
Got to move, got to go,
Got to save my soul,
Got to leave this dirty old town
Got to move, got to go,
Got to save my soul,
Got to leave this dirty old town
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Your love has served me well
In a crazy kinda way
Now that things have calmed down and the fat lady has sung
I find it quite easy to say
The pirate's flag we flew
Was red right from the start
No prisoners be taken, no mercy be shown
A shot straight through the heart
As our city blew fuses we danced in the street
Oh, the stories that we could tell!
I found the reason to live in your smile
Yes, your love has served me well
Now you walk a tired mile
along the lonely shore
Shaking your fist at the wide open sea
that grants you passage no more
And our pictures fade away
in the Lover's Hall Of Fame
Approved by history's frozen truth,
untouched by its passionate flame.
You forget all the big things, remember the small
Like those nights in that fancy hotel
With some effort there's only one thing I recall:
Your love has served me well
I've never bought flowers, their splendour's so vain
Kind words never suited the strong
I thought it was all about pleasure and pain
I'm beginning to suspect I was wrong
This is what I feared the most:
My dreams have all come true
I would give away everything I ever owned
to be able to dream about you
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5. |
Sailing 'round the World
02:37
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We set off across the Baltic sea aboard a schooner called Debris
Our captain he did say to me: We’re sailing ´round the world.
The Tallinn girls were mighty nice, the beer they sold was half the price
We didn’t drink it once, but twice and afterwards we hurled.
Whoa-ho! Sailing ´round the world! I don’t think you will see us for a while.
Whoa-ho! Sailing ´round the world! Before we go just let me see your smile
The Visby nights were warm and fair. A fine place for a millionaire
They have no Kossuvissy there. An Absolut disgrace
I saw this girl down by the sea, her dearest wish was to be free
The king of Sweden said to me: ”Get off me daughter’s face!”
Rostock did not treat us well, the Ossies wished us all to hell
We made a blunder trying to sell them well-worn pairs of jeans.
A lady offered me a kiss, she promised some unearthly bliss,
more of a mister than a miss, she was a king of all the queens.
The Channel drove us to the brink We thought our ship would surely sink
The captain nearly spilled his drink. It really was that rough.
The world’s smaller than it used to be. We’ve seen all there is to see
We’re sailing back to Helsinki Having had enough.
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Rain from Hell
03:30
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Raising the toast
For their fellows abroad
They stagger their words of hate
They are dreaming
Of the furies and the glory
Blinded by the rain from hell
The spider is weaving,
The shadows are creeping
Around the flaming stone
They get helmets of belief
And the birds of shining steel
That bring the rain from hell
Through the night
And through the hail
And through the howling wind
They are riding
On their stallions of fire
They bring the rain from hell
Back from their mission
They drink and forget
Until the night begins
And they are gliding, again
Over the cities on red fire
Bringing the rain from hell
The ashes are still warm
When the serpent is born
The revenge is seeking new flesh
And the shadows, they still linger
A lonely skeleton’s finger
Call for the rain from hell
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Older
02:50
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Young Dan was blessed with bedroom eyes,
a brave lad like his name implies
He wanted things and would not be denied.
Local girls they screamed his name,
he saw and conquered, then he came.
And when he left they all broke down and cried
He made his mark in the world, and how!
Everything was here and now
Life was grand and the road ahead was wide
Then he got older, and then he died.
Patrick was a music man,
he was his own greatest fan
Some people said he sucked, but they all lied
He knew if he just kept at it,
someday he'd surely score a hit.
Persistence was his best and only guide.
Pouring out those words and tunes,
dreaming away the afternoons
he took his time, cos time was on his side
But he got older, and then he died
I rose, turned off the TV set,
the show not being over yet
I'm sure that ending would have made me cry
Those boys were heading for a fall,
with silly songs, good looks'n'all
Can't have it all, no matter how you try
And there's really nothing one can do,
I think I'll fix another a brew
The devil takes our flesh and then we fry
The devil takes us all and then we fry!
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Sweet Betsy
02:20
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You all know these things by heart
– sweet Betsy kept her secret
I tried and failed and tried again. Think I'll go back tomorrow
She's a mistress of the veiling fog
– sweet Betsy kept her secret
Who ventures in might not return to his friends and dear relations
Her house is full of rocks and stones
– sweet Betsy kept her secret
Her servants smash your windows, she feels sorry for you losses
All the starving children at her feet
– sweet Betsy kept her secret
They listen to her softly speak about the power and the glory
One time we stole her big fat purse
– sweet Betsy kept her secret
We threw the thing into the sea, there was nothing there but money
There's a little bird sitting on my window sill
– sweet Betsy kept her secret
It could tell some stories and I know it will, but to someone else completely
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Dark Eyed Sailor
03:18
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It was a comely young lady fair,
Was walking out one evening to take some air;
She met a sailor down by the way,
So I paid attention,
So I paid attention to hear what they had to say.
Said William: "Lady, why walk alone?
For the night is dark, and the day long gone,"
Said she while tears from her eyes did fall,
"It's my dark-eyed sailor,
It's my dark-eyed sailor that's proving my downfall.
"It’s seven long years since he left the land,
Took a golden ring from off his hand;
Broke it in twain, gave half to me,
And the other half is rolling,
And the other half is rolling at the bottom of the sea."
Then half of the ring did William show,
She was distracted between joy and woe.
"Oh welcome, William, I have lands and gold
For my dark-eyed sailor,
For my dark-eyed sailor so manly, true and bold."
Now in a cottage down by the sea,
They're wedlock and well agree.
Young girls be true when your love's away,
For a cloudy morning,
For a cloudy morning brings forth a sunshine day.
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10. |
White, Orange and Green
03:59
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Tramps and Hawkers
05:41
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O come a' ye tramps and hawker-lads
an' gaitherers o' bla'
That tramp the country roun' and roun',
come listen one and a'
I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale,
an' places I hae been
Far up into the snowy north,
or sooth by Gretna Green.
I've seen the high Ben Nevis
that gangs towerin' tae the moon
I've been roun' by Crieff an' Callander
an' by Bonny Doon
I've been by Nethy's silvery tide
an' places ill tae ken
Far up into the stormy north
lies Urquart's fairy glen
Sometimes noo I laugh tae mysel'
when dodgin' alang the road
Wi' a bag o' meal slung upon my back,
my face as broun's a toad
Wi' lumps o'cheese and tattie-scones
or breid an' braxie ham
Nae thinking whar' I'm comin' frae
nor thinkin' whar I'm gang.
I'm happy in the summer-time
beneath the dark blue sky
Nae thinkin' in the mornin'
at nicht where i'm gang to lie
Bothies or byres or barns,
or oot amangst the hay
And if the weather does permit,
I'm happy a' the day.
I've been by bonny Gallowa',
an' often roun' Stranraer
My business leads me anywhere,
I travel near an' far
I've got that rovin' notion
I wouldna like tae loss
For It's my daily fare
an' as much'll pay my doss.
I think I'll gang tae Paddy's Lan',
I'm makin' up my mind
For Scotland's greatly altered noo,
I canna raise the wind
But if I can trust in Providence,
if Providence should prove true
I'll sing ye's a' of Erin's Isle
when I come back to you
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Black-Eyed Susan
03:27
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All in the downs the fleet was moored
The streamers waving in the wind
When black-eyed Susan came onboard
Oh where shall I my true love find
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true
If my sweet William, if my sweet William
Sails among your crew
Oh William who high upon the yard
Rocked with the billows to and fro
Soon as the well-known voice he heard
He sighed and cast his eyes below
Swiftly the cord flows through his glowing hands
And quick as lightning, quick as lightning
On the deck he stands
Oh Susan, Susan, lovely dear
My thoughts shall ever true remain
Let me kiss off that falling tear
We only part to meet again
Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compass, the faithful compass
That still points to thee
If to fair India’s coast we sail
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright
Thy breath is Africa’s spicy gale
Thy skin is ivory so white
Thus every beauteous object that I view
Wakes in my soul, wakes in my soul
Some charm of lovely Sue
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