Story Road

by The Elders

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released October 11, 2014

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Track Name: Meeting of the Waters
The last rose of summer everyone knows
Every sailor & schoolboy in the throes
A hero of rebels looking for a fight
Let loose the muse like so many times before tonight

We were late to the party we stayed too long
Remembered the words but forgot the songs
I knew all the titles to vanquish my foes
Poetry & wine were part of the plan
Making my mistakes, learning what it takes to be a man

This holy night of summer’s just begun
Tonight we’ll dance until the morning sun

Meet me at the meeting of the waters
Meet me underneath the tree

Moore’s melodies in the air
And all defenses would disappear
Soothing her with verses that roll off my tongue
Choosing every word she would offer her charms
And in the lucky morning I’ll hold her in my arms

This holy night of summer’s just begun
Tonight we’ll dance until the morning sun

Meet me at the meeting of the waters
Meet me underneath the tree
Track Name: Even the Great Ones Fall
It was cotton, rice and rock and roll
Runnin’ through his veins
Fifty miles from Memphis
Chasin’ that mystery train
Throughout the South and Canada
Livin’ fast ‘til the money was gone
Stealin’ bread and cigarettes
They just kept crackin’ on

Wish he could hear us sing his song
The greatest of them all
Somehow we’ll have to get along
‘Cos even the great ones fall, yeah
Even the great ones fall

When the mystery tramp came callin’
The times they were strange
In that little pink house in the basement
The year that everything changed
From Woodstock to the pool house
He laid that pocket down
From the Great Divide to Atlantic City
From Dixie to Chinatown

I remember the day
They told us he was gone
I prayed someday I could shake his hand
I guess he was ramblin’ on
I pulled out all those records
And the tears came with regret
I hope he knew before he went
We will never ever forget
Track Name: Lost My Heaven
I lost my heaven felt it fade away
And while I wasn’t looking it was gone one day
For no reason that I know I cut everything loose
And after that I didn’t need a truce

I lost my heaven and everything that goes
With hangin’ a handle on what nobody knows
So when it was all gone I could finally find a home
And come up with a heaven of my own

I lost my heaven so I went to see the man
Who could do me a favor show showed me his plan
Now I know what you’re thinkin’, suspectin’ I was saved
But he told me son, you'll take it to your grave

I lost my heaven, so then I finally knew
It was never really there, so what could I do?
With this thing I had to be, but she knew it wasn’t me
Any she never could be anything but free

I never knew ‘til now that she was the one
And what we made could never be undone
Track Name: Saint Patrick's Battalion
Out from the hole they crawled, comrades one and all
A new life full of promise they were told
Arriving at the docks, angry eyes with muskets cocked
General Taylor buying soldiers from the hold

It was 1846 with America seeking bricks
From a land far to the south they did not own
Mistreatment from the Anglo’s, the Catholic boys depart
From Cork and Kerry, Sligo and Tyrone

St Patrick’s battalion, the name given them
Followers of the pope and considered lesser men
A woeful tale of anger, of bravery and shame
Viva San Patricio’s, they cried Los Colorado’s
Viva San Patricios there memory will remain

Led by Captain John Riley, from Clifden Co Galway
The San Patricios fight against them all
Side by side with Santa Anna, for Mexico they died
You will never see their picture on the wall

The hero’s of Churubusco, renegades in the USA
These sons of Ireland homeless saving grace
They bury there own dead and not a prayer was ever read
With pride they fought and died to keep their faith

Dreams of victory forgotten, they lay their muskets down
The Irish all alone nowhere to go
The firing squad took aim, what a tragedy what a shame
With open arms of God, we’ll never know
Track Name: Naughty Bridget
Awakened by the pounding rain he opens tired eyes
Surrounded by the blankets warm he contemplates the rise
His muscles and his bones work no longer as a team
The years of sea and tide have made him weary lean and mean

The porridge and the teabag squeezes life back into brain
A quick glance through the window showing easing of the rain
The pain in his heart for the lover he adores
She’s carried him through storms always safely back to shore

Naughty Bridget is her name a name she hailed so well
For many days and nights she fought the sea and fierce swell
But now her days are numbered for her tethered ropes are worn
Goodbye my love…. forever I will mourn

Her weathered skin and wrinkled smile still beautiful and proud
The creaking of her bones in the night she screams out loud
Not quite the graceful youth of years the storms have taken toll
Still standing in the harbor with her elegance and soul

I polish her and groom her for her shine will never dim
We’ll end our years together in the depths of sea and sin
The ropes I tie around her neck will guide her through the night
The crashing waves and jagged rocks together win this fight
Track Name: Thirteen Days
Thirteen days I been waitin'
Thirteen days I been hopin'
For the wind to blow my way
All the time I been prayin’
All the time I been askin’ she might stay
‘Gotta be strong an’ hold on
Thirteen days

Thirteen days in the darkness
This downtown wilderness
Down under doin' my best
But it’s cold down here
I’m comin’ up just wishin' for some rest
I could dream a thousand ways
Thirteen days

Well they said that she was trouble
But she's just a little strange
Now I’m livin' in this bubble
in a frozen golden cage

Didn't get dressed up for nothin'
Didn't kiss that book all day
To be ridin' all this way
From a greasy spine of a Donegal mine
To the Clifden coast and Galway by the bay
When my train comes in I’ll know
Thirteen days
Track Name: The Miners
The clock goes off in the morning at a half past five
The screaming bells and living hell but happy he’s alive
He kisses wife and child goodbye and hums a lullaby
The same old tune he’s sang for years to help the days go by

On the night of June the 8th nineteen hundred seventeen
Tis off to work the miners go for now there all so clean
With hearts so proud they sing out loud their songs from far away
Their suffering and their pain we’ll remember to this day

Tonight the granite mountain took his life and many more
Now standing with the miners as they knock on Heavens door
Peter calls the boys from Butte to sit down by his side
He knows they’ve been to hell and back to them he will confide

He opens up the pearly gates and looks them in the eye
The copper ore with blood and grime the angels start to cry
One hundred sixty eight their names are carved upon the walls
These souls of Butte Montana we’ll remember one and all
Track Name: Fisherman
I was walking by the docks one day
The fisherman bid to me good day
This gesture I returned with smile
He said rest your feet come sit awhile
My heart is low my eyes will cry
What’s wrong me boy did someone die
I say kind Sir the world so wrong
He said worry not your pain will pass with prayers and song

He proceeds to tell me of his life
The hardest pain was to loose his wife
From the foreign wars he once returned
Many brothers comrades maimed and burned
His eyes alive seen every shore
Fought with demons to the death and more
Tis all we have just you and me
This fisherman and me we’ll conquer lands and sea

His weathered face and wrinkled smile
He showed me how to walk the mile
Never knowing where the road will go
The wisdom in us all will show
There’ll be crooked deals and friends no more
Embrace the world your dreams will soar
Just honor all with truth and faith
And fill your boots with pride and grace
Track Name: Torchy Doyle
I was looking at some old photographs
Came across an old one
With my Granddad sitting on a horse and cart
I remember stories wild so wild they would always last
It was said he was a bruiser
Drinking barley from the glass

He was a hardy fighting drinking man
Working every bone till it broke
No Dublin man could ever shake his hand
Breaking all the glass in the window pane
He could feel no more
Behind that rugged mask this Man
He loved the windy sand and shore
Tis time to take him home

Regrets he had a few if none
Working in the mines driving trucks through the dirt
On the cliffs no man could stand
Torchy Doyle was the name
They gave this long and lanky Irish Man
He was feared yet loved by most
Only one could understand

His nose he broke so many times
All the fights and the battles in the fields
In the bed he was so kind
Buy a jar at the end they smile in case he change his mind
Torchy Doyle you are the man
Only one could understand