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The Elders Hoolie (DVD)

by The Elders

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1.
Now bad blood came and stayed too long I was close to goin’ underground When hard times came - I changed my name Even thought about leavin’ this town But I chanced on cross-eyed Molly What a merciful wreck she’d be By the time I’d forgotten everything was rotten There she was just waitin’ for me Only good news from now on Mighty fine craic from dusk till dawn So give me a reel, and give me a girl In the morning I’ll be gone Never numb to your days in this world So forget everything you ever knew The sky may fall, the rain may burn With a better fate comin’ to you When the sun goes down and the wind turns around You’re lookin’ at a long slow slide We will get away clean we saw it in a dream May you never swallow that lie If I ever do get what I haven’t found yet I would run away far and hide I would never forget not a single regret Bet it all on one big ride But the time is now, it’s down to the bone We’re in for a penny, we’re in for a pound So bust out a move, shut off that evil tube And burn this building down
2.
Common Man 03:41
I am a common Man I am Working hard all day for pay to feed my family Hope some left over for my car and my gasoline Get me to work and plough the fields all day Breaking back working fingers to the bone With humble heart I bow my head To my God we pray to you just keep us strong And tip a glass to all the lads who fight for the right cause Wear your uniform with pride and grace You have to know this world was built from the Blood, sweat, tears and broken bones of all the Common Men Passing by the fields each day The broken fences all the horses gone No money for the working man to pay To the fat cats, who steal their houses, send them to their wars You have to know this world was built from the Blood, sweat, tears and broken bones of all the Common Men From humble earth my title came No King or Queen shall bow their heads to me Respect the rights and freedom of this world We shall stay strong Take a stand let no man take you down stay firm You have to know this world was built from the Blood, sweat, tears and broken bones of all the Common Men
3.
Every man has a story, maybe this is mine, bottled in a mystery Thirteenth of a dozen, a man left behind, workin’ for the company Never punchin’ my ticket, punchin’ the clock No fisherman or captain could I be Never called when my vessel pulled out from the dock But don’t feel sorry for me I am building a boat, building an ocean, waitin’ for the rising tide With my sailor’s rope my right hand of hope To pull me over the side, I am building a boat Every game I tried, was rigged from inside I fell for every scheme like a fool I bit on every line for a nickel and dime By every mother’s thug I was schooled In my backwater town where brimstone rained down And the river backs up from the sea I could only dream one day I would leave But don’t feel sorry for me I am building a boat, building an ocean, waitin’ for the rising tide With my sailor’s rope my right hand of hope To pull me over the side, I am building a boat I learned a trick or two, I finally got a clue Worth two to one from all I left behind I never kissed the maid when I could kiss the mistress No moonshine when I could drink the wine Now I’m cook I am captain, a bo’sun and a mate A navigator lookout and a crew The wind and the waves will now be my fate With my very own sailing boat tattoo I am building a boat, building an ocean, waitin’ for the rising tide With my sailor’s rope my right hand of hope To pull me over the side, I am building a boat
4.
Two thousand years have come and gone Many stories hymns and song St Patrick to our shores he came He was slaved in chains On bended knee God takes his hand Spread his word throughout this land With the holy trinity we will be saved We pray to our father Off to the wars our soldiers called Armed with shamrock good luck to all To keep them from harm they will wear their green The Luck of the Irish Where on earth did that phrase come from The Luck of the Irish Never knowing what tomorrow will become Chorus: We’ve been beaten burned and enslaved Starved from our lands where our fathers dug their graves Never loosing faith we have fought for every mile Still no matter where you go you’ll always find An Irish smile The Luck of the Irish Many lands their admiration we have won The Luck of the Irish Many languages of love we have become The Luck of the Irish Around the world so many millions we are one The Luck of the Irish I pray our ancestors are proud of what we’ve done
5.
There’ll be nothing left but the ashes We’re already wound like a wire Guess we never learn how our fingers get burned Pourin’ whisky on the fire Though wounded from the last time Couldn’t call the stakes any higher Still we double down, ears ringin’ from the sound Pourin’ whisky on the fire It’s a dangerous game to fan those flames A refrain that rusted in rain A cruel lost cause, it was what it was A love only useless and vain When the cinders are slowly dying Apologies and quid not required No pro and no quo, but always we’ll know We’re forever pourin’ whisky on the fire Guess we never will learn how our fingers get burned Pourin’ whisky on the fire
6.
Oh ‘tis time to go what a feast we have been given With our boys back from this bloody war Such fine men they are for sure Oh from many flags and race Stand side by side they fight for freedom With tear in eye they saw their comrade’s fall Their hearts can take no more What a time it was with all our boys Many glasses tipped with tears of joy Their dreams be filled with strife no more Please come on home Oh ‘tis time to go what a feast we have been given With our girls back from this bloody war Such fine girls they are for sure Oh from many flags and race Stand side by side they fight for freedom With tear in eye they saw their comrade’s fall Their hearts can take no more What a time it was with all our girls Many glasses tipped with tears of joy Their dreams be filled with strife no more Please come on home
7.
I would walk all day to Denver Though I'm here still, it's all uphill, my steps are not so sure Since I've got a lot to leave behind I know by now that I will find what I'm not lookin' for I would / Swim all night to Saginaw And I know what I'd be gettin' into if I found the one Follow where the river flows Down the road where no man goes Just behind the sun It's a race inside my soul to keep movin' Pickin' up whatever is mine I can't win but I just try to keep from losin’ In my wanderin' life and times If I took a train to Birmingham That could have been my battle plan if only she had tried I thought I had a winning streak Although my will and words were weak my heart was open wide I would drive to Van Nuys With moons around my bloodshot eyes and coffee in my veins Every roadhouse in between, on rubber, gears and gasoline If I could see her face Really hoped that I could see her And maybe watch her walk on by like I don't know her name Down by where the water rose, that late night poetry comes and goes But everything's the same Maybe I will find her someday I know the circumstances and the secrets have to hide I'll just keep it all next to the vest, and keep on rollin' to the west Across that great divide
8.
Seven Years 03:51
Billy was a blacksmith and a terror of the saints A rogue among the idle, but he made no complaints One midnight in a tavern, he gave a reckless vow If he only had a fortune, he’d be pullin’ Satan’s plow A hoof beneath his trousers, those telltale signs Dressed up like a lawyer, drinkin’ red wine He’d taken up that bargain, but this devil could be had Forever chained and shackled with a hammer in his hand Seven years the Devil seven years the man Seven days counting to work his plan Nine lucky numbers one soul to save And send the old boy back to his grave With a few shots inside ‘em, they finally struck a deal A gift of girls and money eternity was sealed When our Billy found his booty old Scratch had disappeared Not knowing it was the end of his brilliant career Seven years the Devil seven years the man Seven days counting to work his plan Nine lucky numbers one soul to save And send the old boy back to his grave He moved on to his finery and sunshiny friends They were all too glad to have a wad of cash to spend His door was always open his wallet always wide With a fair maid or two on the side In less than half of seven years the money was all spent The evil one he doubled down he wasn’t yet content Billy said you’re on my man and the Devil began to pound And to that magic anvil that demon was … forever bound Seven years the Devil seven years the man Seven days counting to work his plan Nine lucky numbers one soul to save And send the old boy back to his grave
9.
Young Dinny McCann, just a sliver of a man, He walks down the road with his fiddle in hand. A beggin for sixpence to help pay for boat To get him to sailin’ high tide To America he go, away from this hole That killed his young sister and shattered his soul. His mother and father he buried in ground He’ll remember with honor and pride A long stormy night, a long voyage he sailed His fiddle in hand was all that he hailed He played through the night, and saw a smile from a child Gave hope to the lost and forsaken As they pray on their knees, many souls lost at sea The sighting of land will bring tears to the free With hope in their hearts and screams of delight They will dance on the decks of the Erin Chorus; Put your arms around each other And sing to the angels up high Shake your fist at the devil and begrudgers Give a kiss to the one by your side In a bar on the hill, schlligin’ juice from a still He hears a young lad play an Appalachian fill To Dinny he cried what is in that black case ‘Tis me fiddle from my mother Ireland Well break it on out he declares with a shout Let’s dig for the gold with our strings and a stout We’ll play ‘til we bleed or break an ould string Our ghosts will move on to the new land Chorus; Put your arms around each other And sing to the angels up high Shake your fist at the devil and begrudgers Give a kiss to the one by your side I’m playin da string with me father’s bow in a land so far from home A sippin’ a drop a da potteen, playin’ da music from ma soul Flannigan, Donnigan, Finnegan’s wake and all the tunes are known Irish Whiskey Irish music till the morning Maggie O’Connor jumps up on the table and dances a slippery Jig Her arms and legs a swinging with her lips wrapped round a cig Flannigan, Donnigan, Finnegan’s wake and all the tunes are known Irish Whiskey Irish music till the morning Well this is our mountain music we be playin here so long Our plantin’ and a seedin’ all recorded in our song We work our fingers to the bone and praise the Lord each day ‘Til the sun come up and the moon goes down drinkin’ moonshine rakin’ hay Well a simple life we choose to live and treat your woman well Don’t raise your hand to child nor dog your soul will go to hell Just work your fingers to the bone and praise the Lord each day ‘Til the sun come up and the moon goes down drinkin’ moonshine rakin’ hay
10.
It was April third, election day, the fifth ward boys and the APA All hell broke loose at the West Side Bridge, built for the Union line There was no love lost, they didn’t fight fair, holding back for at least a year On the corner where I’m standin’ here At Station Number Nine boys, Station Number Nine Big Jim, Big Joe, and John O’Neill They tried to plead one last appeal But the cops rode in and fate was sealed At Station Number Nine, at Station Number Nine The haves on the bluff, the nots in the kill Vinegar Gulch and Union Hill Irish blood would surely spill this time Nobody knows who raised his gun, nobody cared who was the one It started out as the usual fun, but it all went bad this time While wounded bled, they counted score They dragged Callahan to the firehouse door In fifteen minutes he was dead on the floor Of Station Number Nine boys, Station Number Nine They counted votes, what’s done was done Nobody believed the thugs had won And the deputy said we won’t get fooled next time After what went down at Station Number Nine

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Performance - The 10th annual Elders Hoolie was recorded live at the historic Uptown Theater in Kansas City, Missouri on St. Patrick’s Day, 2011. Features songs & interviews.

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released September 1, 2012

All songs written by Brent Hoad, Steve Phillips, Ian Byrne & Norm Dahlor / © Elders Pub Music 2011

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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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