Road Kill, vol. 2 (1998)
01. The High Level
02. Scream
03. God
04. Ye Jacobites By Name/The Rights of Man
05. Lannigan's Ball
06. Bring Back The Sign!/The un-Reel
07. Blackleg Miner/Mairi Anne MacInnes
08. Johnny Cope
09. Trip To Jerusalem
10. Campbell's Farewell To Redcastle/Christo Wraps the Reichstag/The Kilt Is My Delight/The Little Cascade/Maggie's Pancakes
The High Level
(D. MacLeod)
Scream
(Kirk McLeod)
I hold my hands in front of me to block my line of sight
It seems my eyes are growing tired of staring in the light
The more I see the more I feel the less I want to know
Because if you think to much you'll blow your mind
You might just lose control and scream
I walk the line ahead of me my eyes fixed to the ground
I hear a voice that calls to me I don't dare make a sound
You can see the hate you can taste the anger
You can hold it in your hands
I could take a knife and split it open but still I wouldn't understand
And I scream from the earth
I scream at the sky
And I scream for all I'm worth
I hope you're coming soon
I hope you're coming soon
So many people
Believe in life
I hope you're coming soon
Something just occurred to me that I think I knew before
It comes to me like a creeping shadow
Like a light from a half closed door
Do I think too much or not enough
Do I even have a clue
Because here I stand a single person
Is there anything I can do
And I scream from the earth
I scream at the sky
And I scream for all I'm worth
I hope you're coming soon
And I scream from the earth
I scream at the sky
And I scream for all I'm worth
I hope you're coming soon
I hope you're coming soon
God
(Kirk McLeod)
No I never drink my poison
No I never let you see
No I never drink my poison
Unless it's good for me
No I never ponder confusion no
Or sit around and wait to see
Or watch the outcome of a certain situation
I had in mind for eternity
Yeah it's up to me
What will be is up to me
No I never make a choice unless it's up to me
And I never give a reason
No I never sink my teeth in
No I never take a bite
No I never sink my teeth in unless I feel the right
No I never play the jokerman
Sit around and wait to see
Or watch the outcome of a certain situation
I had in mind for eternity
Yeah it's up to me
What will be is up to me
No I never make a choice unless it's got to be
And I never give a reason
It's up to me; It's up to me
What will be is up to me
No I never make a choice unless it's got to be
And I never give a reason
Ye Jacobites by Name/The Rights of Man
(Both traditional; arranged by Seven Nations)
Ye Jacobites by name
Lend an ear, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name
Your faults I will proclaim
Your doctrines I maun blame and you shall hear
You shall hear
Your doctrines I maun blame and you shall hear
What is right, what is wrong
By the law, by the law
What is right and what is wrong by the law
What is right, what is wrong
The short sword and the long
The weak arm and the strong for to draw
For to draw
The weak arm and the strong for to draw
What makes heroic strife
Famed afar, famed afar
What makes heroic strife
Famed afar
What makes heroic strife
To whet the assassin's knife
And claim a parent's life with bloody war
Bloody war
And claim a parent's life with bloody war
So let your schemes
In this day, in this day
So let your schemes along
In this day
So let your schemes along
Adore the rising sun
And leave a man undone to his fate
To his fate
And leave a man undone to his fate
Lannigan's Ball
(Traditional, arranged Neil Anderson/Kirk McLeod) (excerpt in chorus from 'Delirium Tremens' by C. Moore)
Saint Patrick was a Gentleman
He came from descent people
He built a church in Dublin town
And on it he put a steeple
The Wicklow hills are very high
And so is the hill of Howth sir
But there's a hill much higher still
Much higher than them both sir
On top of this high hill
St Patrick preached a sermon
Drove the frogs into the bogs
And he vanished all the vermin
There's not a mile of Eireann's Isle
Where dirty vermin musters
There he put his dear forefoot
And murdered them in clusters
The frogs went hop and the toads went pop
Slapdash into the water
The snakes committed suicide
To save themselves from slaughter
900,000 reptiles blue
He charmed with sweet discourses
Dined on them in Killaloe
On soups and second courses
Blind worms crawling in the grass
Disgusted all the nation
Right down to hell with a holy spell
He changed their situation
Was I but so fortunate
To be back in home in Munster
I'd be bound that from that ground
I never more would once stir
There St Patrick planted turf
Cabbages and praties
Pigs galore, mo grá, mo stóir
Altar boys and ladies
In the town of Athy, one Jeremy Lanigan battered away till he hadn't a shilling
His father died, made him a man again, left him a farm and ten acres of ground
He threw a grand party for friends and relations, hadn't forgot them when it came to the will
If you'll but listen I'll make your eyes glisten at rousing, rusing at Lannigan's Ball
Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all,
Six long months I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan's ball.
Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all,
Six long months I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for Lannigan's ball.
There was lashings of drink wine for the ladies, pipes, tabaccy, brandy and tea
Nolans and Dolans and all the O'Gradys, courting the girls and dancing away
Well the boys were merry and the girls all hearty dancing around in their couples and groups
An accident happened; Terence McCarthy; He put his boot through Miss Finnerty's hoops
You've heard of St. Guinness of France, he never had a pulpit to brag on
You've heard of St. George and his lance, he killed the old heathenous dragon
The saints of the Welshmen and Scots they're a couple of pitiful pipers
They might as well go to pot when compared to the patron of vipers!
St. Patrick was a gentleman
He came from descent people
He built a church in Dublin town
And on it he put a steeple
The Wicklow hills are very high
And so is the hill of Howth sir
But there's a hill much higher still
Much higher than them both sir
On top of this high hill
St Patrick preached a sermon
Drove the frogs into the bogs
And he vanished all the vermin
There's not a mile of Eireann's Isle
Where dirty vermin musters
There he put his dear forefoot
And murdered them in clusters
The frogs went hop and the toads went pop
Slapdash into the water
The snakes committed suicide
To save themselves from slaughter
900,000 reptiles blue
He charmed with sweet discourses
Murdered them in Killaloe
On soups and second courses
Boys oh boys 'tis then there was ructions, I got a belt from Phelim Mc Hugh
I replied to his introduction, kicked up a terrible hullabaloo.
Moloney the piper was near gettin' strangled, pipes, bellows, regulator, changer and all
His Pipe and his pipes they all got entangled and that put an end to Lannigan's ball
Bring Back the Sign!
(Seven Nations)
This track is a lot of banter about a sign that used to hang outside the Harp and Thistle Pub. It results in a sort of jam about "Bring back the sign! Bring back the sign!" and Neil proceeds to do a little rap about it, which segues into a pipe tune called The un-Reel...
The un-Reel
(Neil Anderson)
Blackleg Miner
(Traditional, arranged by Seven Nations)
It's in the evening after dark
When the blackleg miner creeps to work
In his moleskin pants and his dirty shirt
There goes the blackleg miner
He grabs his duds and down he goes
To hew the coal that lies below
There's not a woman in this whole town row
Who'll look at the blackleg miner
Dellaville is a terrible place
Where they rub wet clay in the blackleg's face
Round the heaps they run a foot race
To catch the blackleg miner
And on his way to his filthy mine
Across his path they stretch a line
To cut the throat and break the spine
Of the dirty blackleg miner
They grab his duds and his picks as well
Throw him down to the pit of hell
Down you go and fare thee well
You dirty blackleg miner
So join the union if you may
Don't wait 'til your dying day because
That might not be far away
Reel: Mairi Anne MacInnes
(Iain MacInnes)
Johnny Cope
(Traditional, arranged by Seven Nations)
Cope sent a message from Dunbar
Saying Charlie meet me if you dare
And I'll learn you the art of war
If you'll meet me in the morning
Hey, now Johnny are you wailin' yet
And are your drums a beatin' yet
If you're walkin' I would wait
You're goin' to the coals in the morning
When Charlie looked the letter upon
He drew his sword his scabbard from
Follow me my merry men
And we'll meet Johnny Cope in the morning
Hey, now Johnny are you wailin' yet
And are your drums a beatin' yet
If you're walkin' I would wait
You're goin' to the coals in the morning
When Johnny Cope he heard of this
He thought it wouldn't be amiss
To have a horse in readiness
To flee far away in the morning
Go no Johnny get up and run
The highland 'pipes are making a din
It's better to sleep in a hail skin
It will be a bloody morning
When Johnny Cope to Dunbar came
He asked of him, "where's all your men?"
They'll confound me again and again
For I left them all in the morning
Hey now Johnny you weren't too late
To come with news of your own defeat
And leave your men in such a state
So early in the morning.
Trip To Jerusalem
(Joe Dolan, arranged by Seven Nations)
I'm a stranger here from Ireland's shore
I've been on the road six months or me
Hikin', workin', travelin' in style
I'm a vagabond from Ireland's isle.
Me sunburned thumb stuck up in the air
Many's the lift from here to there
Cars, buses, vans and trains
In the punishin' heat, the snow and the rain
Whack fol the diddle fol the dire ro day
Whack fol the diddle fol the der oh
Mrs. Dolan
Yer son he isn't workin
I came from Dublin to Jerusalem town
Had a drink or two on the journey down
At a railway station called Gare du Nord
Missed my train through gargling hard
Three days later in Napoli on a Turkish boat
I sailed to see, kept in a hot hole down below
Travelin' tourist class you know
When the Promised Land came into sight
The customs man gave me a fright
"How much money have you got with you Joe?"
I bluffed and said "50 pounds or so"
He said "Shalom!" I said "Good day!"
Grabbed my 'pipes and got fast away
Down to the desert then I went
Diggin' up history and livin' in a tent
It was in the gulf of Acaba
I met some paddies and we had a fleadh
Danced through the streets of Eilat town
Sang Sean South of Garryowen
I been travelin' I don't know
Pack your gear, ya ruck & go
Ya leave the craic for another bout
Could damn well do with a pint of stout
Campbell's Farewell to Redcastle (traditional; arranged by Seven Nations)
Christo Wraps the Reichstag (Neil Anderson/Kirk McLeod)
The Kilt is My Delight (traditional; arranged by Seven Nations)
The Little Cascade (G.S. MacLennan)
Maggie's Pancakes (S. Morison)
