Story Road

by The Elders

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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The Miners 04:32
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
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Fisherman 03:54
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
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Torchy Doyle 03:57
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

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released October 11, 2014

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The Elders were founded in 1998 by six musicians with a passion for music rooted in Irish jigs & reels & American folk rock. Their original songs offer delightful story lines, with vibrant narratives that explore history, legends, tall tales and true-life experiences ... more

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