And we'll walk down the avenue again And we'll sing all the songs from way back when And we'll walk down the avenue again and the healing has begun And we'll walk down the avenue in style And we'll walk down the avenue and we'll smile And we'll say baby ain't it all worthwhile when the healing has begun I want you to put on your pretty summer dress You can wear your Easter bonnet and all the rest And I wanna make love to you yes, yes, yes when the healing has begun When you hear the music ringin' in your soul And you feel it in your heart and it grows and grows And it comes from the backstreet rock & roll and the healing has begun I want you to put on your pretty summer dress You can wear your Easter bonnet and all the rest And I wanna make love to you yes, yes, yes and the healing has begun We're gonna make music underneath the stars We're gonna play to the violin and the two guitars We're gonna sit there and play for hours and hours when the healing has begun Spoken: Wait a minute, listen, listen, I didn't know you stayed up so late. I just got home from a gig and I saw you standing on the street. Just let me move on up to this window-sill a lot yeah, I got some sherry. You want a drop of port. Let's move behind this door here. Let's move on up behind this letter-box behind this door. Let's go in your front room, let's play this Muddy Waters record you got there, if you just open up a little bit and let me ease on in this backstreet jellyroll.... We're gonna stay out all night long And then we're gonna go out and roam across the field Baby you know how I feel when the healing has begun When the healing, when the healing We're gonna stay out all night long We're gonna dance to the rock & roll When the healing when the healing has begun
if you only listen to one song in life, make it this, it's mighty fine honest, download it now it's callled "and the healing has begun" by van morrisson
Alternatively... Oh it must seem so romantic When the fighting's over there And they're passing round the shamrock And you're all filled up with tears "For the love of dear old Ireland" That you've never even seen You throw in twenty dollars And sing "Wearing of the Green" (Chorus Each dollar a bullet Each victim someone's son And Americans kill Irishmen As surely as if they fired the gun Now you've never stood on Belfast's streets And heard the bombs explode Or hid beneath the blankets When there's riots down the road No, you've never had your best friend die Or lost a favourite son But you'll stand there and tell us Just what we're doing wrong Each false word a bullet Each victim someone's son And Englishmen kill Irishmen As surely as if they fired the gun From the minute that you're born you're told to hate the other side "They're not like us, they're not the same We know because we're right" But can't you see we're all the same There is no right and wrong Why can't we stop and realise We've hated too much, too long Each old lie a bullet Each victim someone's son And Irishmen kill Irishmen As surely as if they fired the gun How can you convince yourself That what you do is right? When people are dying there Night after night Don't you ever wonder Why it stilll goes on? The hopes and fears and all the tears Are buried in your ground Buried in your ground Each rumour a bullet Each victim someone's son And careless talk kills Irishmen As surely as if words fired the gun Well it's lasted for so long now And so many have died It's such a part of my own life Yet it leaves me mystified How a people so intelligent Friendly, kind and brave Can throw themselves so willingly Into an open grave Each new day a bullet Each victim someone's son And ignorance kills Irishmen As surely as if we fired the gun
RE: Alternatively... sounds fantastic, lyrics are superb .... who is it? what is it called? I love it already ... give it to me, limewire is poised and panting ....
I'm on it ... like SLF - barbed wire love and all that .. never heard this one though. I'll report back
In the interim Well, how do you do, Private William McBride, Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside? And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun, I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done. And I see by your gravestone you were only 19 When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916, Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene? Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly? Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down? Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined? And, though you died back in 1916, To that loyal heart are you forever 19? Or are you a stranger without even a name, Forever enshrined behind some glass pane, In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained, And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame? The sun's shining down on these green fields of France; The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance. The trenches have vanished long under the plow; No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now. But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land The countless white crosses in mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man. And a whole generation who were butchered and damned. And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride, Do all those who lie here know why they died? Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?" Did you really believe that this war would end wars? Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain, For Willie McBride, it all happened again, And again, and again, and again, and again.
Later stuff. Much more analytical. Love it. Saw them play it live at Bristol. Made me cry. More so 'cos there were some Irish people at the gig who thought it was somehow 'supportive'.
The vitriol and the passion of songs like Alternative Ulster made my youth-hood more bearable, I thought I was a freedom fighter in my bedroom. I typed in beirut moon but only got a middle eastern arse on display. lime wire is pants WHAT IS THE ACTUAL SONG CALLED pleaz? Back when I was younger .....
Qwality Love it .... sounds more like The Men They Couldn't Hang than SLF .. which is not a bad thing, Great song!
Music wise, it's not SLF. Lyric wise, it's genius, which was always SLF. Hated it when I first heard it. As I said earlier, makes me cry now.
It's fookin ace my missus wil be played it in finitum when she wakes up. and her best Oirsh song is Through The Barricades! Heh Heh! Have you got TB Sheets by Van Morrison? Black and bluesy? Different class. Very dirty, it's about TB and one mans abandoment of his dying mate or father. Great and bluesy and horrid all at the same time.
