Road Kill, vol. 1 (1998)
01. Crooked Jack
02. Under The Milky Way
03. The Conundrum
04. No Reason
05. Whiskey In The Jar
06. Big Dog/Trip To Pakistan
07. The Pound A Week Rise
08. The Gravel Walk/Andy Renwick's Ferret/Our Day Will Come/Clumsy
Lover
09. Scotland The Brave/Dixie
Crooked Jack
(D. Behan)
Come on Irishmen both young and old
With adventure in your soul
There are better ways to spend your days
Then by working down a hole
I was tall and true all of 6 foot 2
Til they broke me across my back
By a name I'm known that is not my own
For they call me crooked Jack
And I curse the day I went away
To work on those hydro dams
All our sweat and tears our hopes and fears
Bound up with shuttering jams
For I've seen men old before their time
Their faces worn and gray
But I never thought that I myself
Would soon be the self same way
And they say that honest toil is good
For the body and the soul
But I'll tell you boys it's for sweat and blood
That they want you down the hole
Under The Milky Way
(Kilbey/Jansson)
Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty
The sound of the breath fades with the light
I think about the loveless fascination
Under the Milky Way tonight
Lower the curtain down in Memphis
Lower the curtain down all right
I've got no time for private consultation
Under the Milky Way tonight
Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find
And it's something quite peculiar
Something that's shimmering and white
That leads you here despite your destination
Under the Milky Way tonight
The Conundrum
(P.MacLeod)
No Reason
(Kirk McLeod)
He can't believe his eyes
But with much surprise
Believes
She won't be back today
I thought I heard her say
Goodbye
And I believe, in nothing's wrong
Don't get me wrong
That's the way it should be
He's floating 'round the day
Won't come down no way
No reason
And I found out today
That maybe it's okay
To carry on this way
If you think it's good for you
And I believe. in a goodbye
Where no one will cry
That's the way it should be
Whiskey in the Jar
(Traditional)
Spoken:
All beside the river deep, the warriors there a vigil keep
When the sun does rise and the day does break
The warriors say "the west's awake"
As I was a rovin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier
Sayin' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver
Well shirigim duraham da
Wack fall the daddy oh, wack fall the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.
Well I counted out his money it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for you know she tricked me easy
I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder
For Jenny stole my pistols, she filled them up with water
Then she sent for Farrell to get ready for the slaughter
It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel
The guards all around me and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced my pistol for she'd stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot with water so I prisoner I was taken
I don't know who can aid me, my brother's in the army
I don't know where he's stationed be it Cork or in Killarney
Together we'll go roving o'r the mountains of Killkenney
I know he'd treat me better than me darling' sporting Jenny
It was early in the morning at the barracks in Killarney
My brother took his leave, but he didn't tell the army
The horses they were bought, it's all over but the shouting
Now we wait for Farrell up on Killkenney Mountain
Big Dog
(Kirk McLeod)
Maybe we're the ones to blame
And maybe we're the ones who are insane
Well he stole a line from God
When he set this house on fire
Get me out of here
Because man I'm growing tired
Of seeing all these faces disappear
I don't know and I don't care
But something's got to change
Something's got to change
Something's got to change around here
Listen for the sound of falling leaves
And pray for the air at night too thick to breathe
If a tree should fall at night
And there's no one there to hear
Will it make a sound?
Will it disappear?
There's no more need to fight
Because we've all been kicked around
No more need to steal
So put the big dog down
The Pound a Week Rise
(E. Pickford)
Come all you colliers who work down the mine
From Scotland to south Wales from Teesdale to Tyne
I'll sing you a song about the pound a week rise
And the men who were fooled by the government's lies
And it's down you go
Down below, Jack
Where you never see the skies
And you're workin' in a dungeon
For your pound a week rise
In 19 and 60 a few years ago
The mine workers' leaders to Lord Robbins did go
Sayin "We work very hard, every day we risk our lives,
And we ask you here and now for a pound a week rise."
Well up spoke Lord Robbins and he made this decree
He said "When the out-put rises, with you I will agree
I'll raise up all your wages, I'll give to you fair pay
For I once a miner and I worked hard in my day"
The miners they went home, they worked hard and well
Their lungs filled with coal dust in the bosom of hell
The out-put rose by fifteen, eighteen percent and more
And when two years had passed and gone it rose about a score
The miners they went, to get their hard earned prize
They asked Lord Robbins for their pound a week rise
Robbins wouldn't give a pound he wouldn't give ten bob
He gave 'em seven and six and saing "Now get back to your jobs!"
So come all you colliers, take heed what I say
Don't believe Lord Robbins when he says he'll give fair pay
He'll tell you to work hard and make the out- put rise
But you'll get pie in the sky instead of a pound a week rise
The Gravel Walk
(Traditional)
Andy Renwick's Ferret
(G. Duncan)
Our Day Will Come
(Kirk McLeod)
Come on down
Where the air
Meets the sea
In such great wonderful beauty
And where
Without light
You can see
Way down and deep in your soul
I hope you will realize
That this is where you belong
I hope you will come alive
And will welcome your freedom
That will welcome you home
So take me down to the river
Take me down to the sea
To the land of healing
Wings of love will carry me
I want to feel your arms around me
Of each moment that I breathe
Let your love surround me
Bless my soul to sleep at ease
I see scenes
From a day
When our world
Is staged with love and with laughter
And when
From the sky
Comes a light
To shine on streets of white gold
And if your heart still holds on to the pain
You can always return now
But there's no need to give in to the strain
You've just got to believe
Our day will come
To break these chains and fly away
Clumsy Lover
(Neil Dickie)
Scotland The Brave/Dixie
(Traditional)
