She may be weary
And them young girls they do get weary
Wearing that same old shaggy dress
But when they get weary
[You gotta] try a little tenderness

Sorry but one of the best songwriters of our time and to highlight some of his opening verses

Damien Dempsey -- Party on

doing e doing speed doing cocaine
mix it with alcohol and go insane
in the morning the edge of the knife
where the hell is the bright side of life

and a song:

Colony

I sing the song of the colony
How many years and you're still not free
And your mother cries and you ask god why
Greed is the knife and the scars run deep
How many races with much reason to weep
And your children cry
And you ask god why

Annie, she came from Dunlavin Town
The TB came and killed her family all around
Population booms
Eleven in two rooms
Katie she came from down Townsend street
Ten in a bed and no shoes on their feet
1916 came
They played the patriots game
Freddy, he came from the Iveagh flats
Tenement slums and infested with rats
Sleeping on damp straw
Trying not to break the law
Thomas, he came from Kilmaine in Mayo
Semi starvation was the only life you'd know
In a two room shack
Then jailed in Letterfrack

I look to the east, I look to the west
To the north and the south, and I'm not too impressed
Time after time
After crime after crime
They raped, robbed, pillaged, enslaved and murdered
Jesus Christ was their god and they done it in his name
So he could take the blame if it's not all a game
With bible in one hand and a sword in the other
They came to purify my land of my Gaelic Irish mothers
And fathers, and sisters and brothers
With our own ancient customs, laws, music, art
Way of life and culture
Tribal in structure
We had a civilisation
When they were still neanderthal nations
We suffer with the Native American, the Indian in Asia
Aboriginal Australia
The African people with their history so deep
And our children still weep and our lives are still cheap
You came from Germany, from France, from England
And from Spain
From Belgium and from Portugal
You all done much the same

You took what was not yours
Went against your own bible
You broke your own laws
Just to out do the rival
But did you ever apologize
For the hundreds and millions of lives
You destroyed and terrorised
Or have you never realized
Did you never feel shame
For what was done in your country's name
And find out who's to blame and why they were so inhumane
And still they teach you in your school
About those glorious days of rule
And how it's your destiny to be
Superior to me
But if you've any kind of mind
You'll see that all human kind
Are the children of this earth
And your hate for them will chew you up and spit you out

You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free
You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free
You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free
Inside our minds we hold, hold the key


powerful stuff

For some reason, this one has come to mind, and it somes up all the great love is lost songs.

"You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips"....


I wish I`d written that, I just write about bleedin` lobsters!

next.....!

I'm still plugging this one after all these years:

Cadillac Walk, Moon Martin

When the moon comes up, the sun goes down
Rita starts to creep around
Gets a flame in her blood, fire on her breath
Fourteen names notched on her chest
She gotta a rose tatooed on her thigh
Dead men raise and sigh
And it drives my young blood wild

Chorus:

My baby's got the Cadillac walk
She's got the Cadillac walk
Ooh the Cadillac walk


Willy DeVille did a stunning, creepy, sensual version.

I have the Mink Deville version.

Love it, but not the ideal follow up to Spanish Stroll.

Days pass by so quickly
When your brain goes south.
You say that I look sickly,
It's the foam around my mouth.
I don't care if you're beautiful and young,
Your day will come.

(Your Day Will Come - Minus 5)

Or ..

There's a girl next door to me
Who's round the bend,
But she wonders why she
Can't make any friends.
From her garden
She could see me,
In her silver clad bikini,
Singing, dancing
Round her fruit tree.

(Here we go round the Lemon Tree - The Move)

Ok I like weird songs.