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Down by the River 'O'
(Road to Dendron;
The Dog Kennel Sessions
# 1 and # 2; Demo
Tape; Industrial
Sound and Magic; Too
Drunk in Public; Red
Sky Coven Volumes 1 & 2;
Levelles Chaos
Theory; The Idea Part 8 Fanzine; Cooking
Vinyl Sampler 1;
An Evening With
Cooking Vinyl; A
Festival of Folk; Taste the Craic; Indie
World)
(Tabs)
We left the city and the fourteenth floor,
And went down by the River 'o Joe.
Tho' then we never knew what we were travelling for,
We went down by the River 'o Joe.
Thirty miles to a place that we had not seen,
Where the land lies flat and the wind blows keen.
It was the prettiest place I've ever been,
Down by the River 'o Joe.
My dad got a job under factory law,
Down by the River 'o Joe.
With a house for his kids and so much more,
Down by the River 'o Joe.
It was thru' the door and thru' the gate,
Me, my brother and a new found mate,
Under the mother moon 'til it got late,
We stayed down by the River 'o Joe.
Chorus:
The River 'o, the River 'o, the River 'o Joe,
The River ain't never for sale.
I was born by the River 'o Joe and the River ain't never for
sale.
You can make your deals in the dead of night and
bribe who the bloody hell you like,
But, I was born by the River ' o Joe and the river ain't never
for sale.
They say one time for a week it poured,
Down by the River 'o Joe.
'Til all you could hear was a pounding roar,
Down by the River 'o Joe.
They tried to save the church with sand and planks,
But the River kept rising 'til it burst its banks,
Pretty soon the whole street got sank.
Down by the River 'o Joe.
Chorus
Now many warm days and good times there are,
Down by the River 'o Joe.
People travel from miles afar to go,
Down by the River 'o Joe.
But the locals still speak of the endless rain,
And the revenge of the muddy tides again,
To the developers who would bring change,
Down by the River 'o Joe.
Chorus
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True Blue
(Industrial
Sound and Magic; Red
Sky Coven Volume 3;
An Evening
With Cooking Vinyl)
Hello, little lady it's your travelling
man,
I've come over the hills in this old van,
I've waited little lady just as long as I can.
You know, what I do.
I want to love you true.
Been hypnotized and sanitized and
left for dead,
Been low on dough, high on lead,
Out of hope and wine and bread,
You know, I was nearly out of you,
But, I'm a' loving you true.
Chorus:
I've seen the men you've entertained,
Some got suits and some got brains.
But none of them can hold those reins
The way that I do.
Been searched and arrested for smuggling
things,
From coloured T.V.s, to diamond rings.
I've dined with paupers and pigs and kings,
But you know, I'd rather dine with you.
I'm a' loving you true.
Don't like the truth for I'm living
a lie,
But the beginning is past and the end is nigh,
The big birds keep falling out of the sky.
And me, well I'm falling too.
I'm falling for you.
Chorus
Seen black rivers and blood red skies,
Cracks in the earth a mile wide.
There's soldiers on the hill, we had better get inside,
And when we do, I'm gonna love you there too,
For I'm a' loving you true.
True, true blue.
You know that you've missed me,
Look at your legs,
One points east and one points west.
If you've got the stamina,
I've got the test.
Oh! You know what I want to do,
I want to love you true, True Blue.
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Punchdrunk
(Industrial Sound
and Magic; Too
Drunk in Public;
Red Sky Coven
Volume 5)
(Tabs)
Punchdrunk stood in the middle of the ring,
The referee stood 'tween Murphy and him:
They hadn't rung that bell when the head came in,
Punchdrunk staggered with blood on his chin.
Chorus:
But I ain't here to raise the lid,
For on Whitechapel Road they say:
That's just the way you earn a quid.
Now he saw red as he saw blood,
He caught Murphy, right hand thud;
Crushed his skull and broke his guts,
Stamped his head and took him out.
Chorus
Punchdrunk came from old East Ham,
Where he earned his living best he can,
Never had no school just an old tin can,
Knew pretty young he'd have to use his hands.
He had been a thief, then a lag, then broke,
With eyes the colour of London smoke,
People called him "Sir" when they spoke,
For no-one knew the antidote...
Now, Murphy mended and he made that call,
And spoke to Punchdrunk in his hall.
He said, "Thanks for the fight, fella, thanks for the brawl."
Punchdrunk thanked for the butt and thanked him for the call.
Chorus
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'Ole
Welsh Soul
(Industrial
Sound and Magic)
We crossed the border 'tween England
and Wales,
With a modern load on ancient trails,
Stopping where the circus used to go.
Followed the map past Owens place.
Feasted on Vymwy's mystic grace,
Saying, "Oh, God, bless the valley below".
We were shattered by the rivers' edge,
In the cleavage of the dirt,
Counting piles of golden leaves,
For whatever it was worth.
Oh, that was a place to go,
Down that 'ole Dolgellau road,
Let it roll and let it roll,
I want to feel some of that
'Ole Welsh soul.
Let it roll and let it roll.
Where water paints the mountainsides,
Gliding down in silver tides,
Reflecting many things we need to know.
We drank our drinks when Harlech drank,
Sang its song and left our thanks,
Saying, "Oh, God, bless the valley below."
I remember you as we drove into
A town you knew was home.
Where the machinery
You could hear it groan.
Oh, what a place to go,
Down on that 'ole Dolgellau road,
Let it roll and let it roll,
I want to feel some of that
'Ole Welsh soul.
Let it roll and let it roll.
Breakfast at Dil's diner and a camera
at Swallowfalls,
In the slate caverns of Blaenau Ffestiniog
Climbing up Garth Bach.
And looking back, looking back to Y Bryn,
The 'ole farmhouse.
I'm looking back t'wards the future, don't you know?
Out there in that morning chill,
We flew our flags upon that hill,
When something in the distance started to glow.
Then above our heads three fighters flew,
You looked at me and I looked at you,
Saying, "Oh, God, bless the valley below."
Now, if I'm to take you back
Upon the music of the road,
You must close your eyes and ears my dear,
And move it into your soul,
Oh, what a place to go,
Down on that 'ole Dolgellau road.
Let it roll and let it roll.
I want to feel some of that
‘Ole Welsh soul.
Let it roll and let it roll.
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California
Bound
(Industrial Sound
and Magic; Drunk
in Public)
(Tabs)
I knew this moment would face me,
When I must take a horse and ride,
Deep into the Pennine hills,
And out of view of the other side.
If you be with me come along,
For every moment is crushing time.
They pollute with any finger-tip,
You can barely see the old moon shine.
And, I fear that there's many miles to go,
‘Til we reach higher ground,
For this place seems
California bound
You can work this land a life it seems,
And feel it breathe through history,
Then lose it all by Wednesday week,
By order of the ministry.
If you be with me come along,
For many leave by mother light,
To spend the night as trespassers
On a land where they once held the rites.
And, I fear that there's many miles to go,
'Til we reach higher ground.
For this place seems
California Bound.
Give us all the eye of hawk,
That we may see through prison walls
Out to the craggy peaks of grey,
Eaten through with water falls.
If you be with me come along,
For every moment is crushing time,
They pollute with any finger-tip
You can barely see the old moon shine,
Oh! I fear that there's many miles to go
'Til we reach higher ground,
For this place seems
California bound.
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Raise
That Lion
(Industrial
Sound and Magic)
There is you and me in England's
history,
Only knowing our worth by the size of our enemy.
Only seeing our reflection in another man's shield.
Ah! Come on old England and raise that lion.
The marching band plays the peace
time rag,
But, without the big bass drum our feet just drag.
In this dance hall of living with the lights way down
low,
Ah! Come on old England and raise that lion.
The street is dark and sleepy
And we are dreaming one by one.
I love this bloody country, Sir,
But it leaves me feeling numb.
(I think we are at war.)
The enemy is at home tonight,
Too familiar to catch my eye.
Yet threatening to invade everything that I hold dear,
Ah! Come on old England and raise that lion.
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Johnny Reggae
(Industrial
Sound and Magic)
(Tabs)
You used to see him down Leicester Square,
With a mixed-up suit and filthy hair.
He played harmonica in limbo,
For his tea and fare
He drank too much, but, I couldn't care
Chorus:
Johnny Reggae he could not see (x3)
But it never stopped him
Smiling at me.
He wore a badge from a paradise isle,
He grinned a lot, he had a toothless smile.
He broke no laws,
Or appeared on no files,
And spent his night upon the pavement tiles.
Chorus
They say it started with some rookie police,
When a lucky right hand knocked one off his feet.
They dragged him, legless, to the soundproof cell,
Where no-one but the dead could hear you yell,
And they gave what they give to the troublesome niggers.
Now, I hope one night, when there is me
and thee,
That we are behind those men in a blind alley.
In the blackened night their eyes don't see,
Who dealt a dose of brutality.
Chorus:
For, Johnny Reggae he could not see (x3)
But that never stopped their brutality.
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Caledonian
Rain
(Industrial
Sound and Magic; Drunk
in Public;
An Evening
With Cooking Vinyl; Cooking
Vinyl Sampler 2;
Cooking Vinyl
Sampler: For Mid and Budget Titles;
Cooking
Vinyl America Sampler)
(Tabs)
We are gonna sail that sea,
To the western isles,
With the dirt of tears,
And the smoke of fires,
Without a soul to see
I will know you again.
We both need to get back on the track,
Where the white is white and the black is black.
Oh! I hope the Caledonian Rain
Washes us down.
With the feeling gone,
From the letters we send,
We're both stinking of lies
Like we've been living in them.
We don't know when they came,
But they've got to leave soon.
We'll take them out to some far flung place,
And turn our backs on our disgrace.
Oh! I hope the Caledonian Rain
Washes us down.
To simply take you dancing,
Lift the veil of our sorrow,
With the music of the mountains,
Just the fiddle and the bow.
Come on and take my hand,
Give this love a try.
These Industrial days
Keep a' slipping on by.
We need to feel the wind
Cut us to the bone.
With the ocean coming in from miles around,
Our hearts' desire may soon be found.
Oh! I hope the Caledonian Rain
Washes us down.
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Shuttin'
the Ole Dirt Down
(Industrial Sound
and Magic)
Send me the cuttings from the paper,
Pass me the tonic from the shelf,
A hundred views of mining towns
Where they're shuttin' all the ole dirt down.
Chorus:
There will be no red 'n' green world,
They're shuttin' the ole dirt down.
This is the last remaining weapon,
Find me something left to re-invest.
Who'd have thought we'd bless these days
Of the midnight shift and sulphur haze?
Chorus
This Is the two-faced coin of fortune,
A twisted politicians' sort of tale.
Where government and industry
Abandon whole communities.
Chorus
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Jimmy
Flannagan
(The Dog Kennel
Sessions # 2; Industrial
Sound and Magic; The Idea Part 8 Fanzine)
(Tabs)
A scream wells up inside of Irene
Flannagan.
She is related to me and lives an hour away.
Pretty soon we will say, "Hello", to little Jimmy Flannagan,
Who may be a priest or murderer someday.
His parents will do their best for
him,
Little Jimmy laughing before he talks.
Like I know this city will find a place for him,
He will walk where he wants to walk.
Chorus:
Lucky little boy born with the snow white skin.
Lucky little boy from the minute that his lungs begin.
All over this world there are people waiting for him,
Lucky little boy born with the snow white skin.
It could take two hours to get a
bus to the hospital.
But no-one in North London is gonna question me.
How bored we look as police move along a black girl.
Oh! It's frightening how conditioned we can be.
Chorus
I still wonder how he'll fare,
Everyone here looks so scared.
Waiting for the doctor to turn their faces round.
Outside the rain it stops,
And you can hear the ticking of the clocks,
Little Jimmy screams and he looks well to me.
The coffee is too strong but soon
we will celebrate.
I hear he's got his mothers' wicked tongue.
They say they are gonna bring him up in the countryside,
For this place isn't nice for one so young.
Chorus
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