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Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in this town
See me and the boys we don't like it
So were getting up and going down
Hiding low looking right to left
If you see us coming I think it's best
To move away do you hear what I say
From under my breath
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
So don't you be around
Don't you be around
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
Some of us won't survive
See the boys and me mean business
Bustin' out dead or alive
I can hear the hound dogs on my trail
All hell breaks loose, alarm and sirens wail
Like the game if you lose
Go to jail
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
So don't you be around
Tonight there's gonna trouble
I'm gonna find myself in
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
So woman stay with a friend
You know it's safer
Breakout!
Tonight there's gonna be a breakout
Into the city zones
Don't you dare to try and stop us
No one could for long
Searchlight on my trail
Tonight's the night all systems fail
Hey you good lookin' female
Come here!
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak
So don't you be around
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
I'm gonna find myself in
Tonight there's gonna be trouble
So woman stay with a friend
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When I passed you in the doorway
You took me with a glance
I should have took that last bus home
But I asked you for a dance
Now we go steady to the pictures
I always get chocolate stains on my pants
My father he's going crazy
Say's I'm living in a trance
But I'm dancing in the moonlight
It's caught me in its spotlight
It's alright, alright
Dancing in the moonlight
On the long hot summer night
It's three o'clock in the morning
And I'm on the streets again
I disobeyed another warning
I should have been in by ten
Now I won't get out until Sunday
I'll have to say I stayed with friends
But it's a habit worth forming
If it means to justify the end
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Guess who just got back today?
Those wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think those cats are great
They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
I told them you were living downtown
Driving all the old men crazy
The boys are back in town
You know the chick that used to dance a lot
Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got
Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot
I mean she was steaming
That night over at Johnny's place
Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face
Man we just fell about the place
If that chick don't want to know, forget her
Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino's bar and grill
The drink will flow and blood will spill
If the boys want to fight, you'd better let them
That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song
The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long
It won't be long till summer comes
Now that the boys are here again
The boys are back in town
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Captain's hair
Shone softly in the sun
Rode on his best mare
To Sarah
Schoolboy eyes
Would stare in innocent fun
Never told no lies
He loved Sarah
Whispered by a bramble
Carried by a brook
To every fishers hook
"Sarah"
Fragrant fields
Playing croquet in the sun
Nothing appeals
Like Sarah
Whispered by a bramble
Carried by a brook
To every fishers hook
"Sarah"
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Don't believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Don't believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you
Don't believe me if I tell you
That I wrote this song for you
There might be some other silly pretty girl
I'm singing it to
Don't believe a word
For words are only spoken
Your heart is like a promise
Made to be broken
Don't believe a word
Words can tell lies
And lies are no comfort
When there's tear in your eyes
Don't believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Don't believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you
Don't believe a word
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Stop this lying
Stop this cheating
Stop treating me like I am some
Kind of fool over whose eyes you can pull the wool
You're not so cool
Remember it's to me you are speaking
Stop cutting
Stop hurting
Stop this dirt
About you lifting up your skirt
To any man dressed in pants with shirt buttons undone and flirting
When you are so low down in Soho
There is no hope no how
No place to go
You will go along
Some people say I'm a crazy kind of fool
But be that as it may
You always treat me cruel
Solo in Soho
Stop talking
Stop eating
We can't go on meeting
And greeting
Meeting and cheating and meeting
And sleeping you know that's deceiting
And that's only repeating
When you are so low
Down in Soho
There is no hope no how
There is no place to go
But you will go along
Some people say I'm a crazy kind of fool
But be that as it may you always treat me cruel
Solo in Soho
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Johnny the Fox he called to Jimmy the Weed
He said "Hey man, I know your name"
I seen you cruising with the low riders
Hanging out down on First street and Main
Tuned into and listen to the Hoodoo Rhythm Devils
Around the Bay
They've got some crazy DJs
Send you right out to heaven
Jimmy the Weed for greed was taken aback
Johnny the Fox you old sly cat
Cleverly the Fox concealed his stash
Crisp dollar bills leave no tracks
In the back of a black cadillac
The voodoo music travels
Down Skid Row only black men can go
The shady deal unravels
Johnny the Fox, hot to hustle
Jimmy the Weed won't use no muscle
that cat's so sly, slick and subtle
Johnny the Fox breaks out the bottle
Tuned into and listening to
The voodoo music travels
The beating drum for the lonely one
Sends you out to heaven
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I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail
A starry night, a campfire light
The coyote call, the howling winds wail
So I ride out to the old sundown
I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail
Lord, I'm just thinking about a certain female
The nights we spent together riding on the range
Looking back it seems so strange
Roll me over and turn me around
Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground
Roll me over and let me go
Running free with the buffalo
I was took in Texas I did not know her name
Lord, all these southern girls seem the same
Down below the border in a town in Mexico
I got my job busting broncs for the rodeo
Roll me over and turn me around
Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground
Roll me over and let me go
Riding in the rodeo
Roll me over and set me free
The cowboy's life is the life for me
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You got a bad reputation
That's the word out on the town
It gives a certain fascination
But it can only bring you down
You better turn yourself around
Turn yourself around
Turn it upside down
Turn yourself around
You had bad breaks well that's tough luck
You play too hard too much rough stuff
You're too sly so cold
That bad reputation has made you old
Turn yourself around
Turn yourself around
Turn it upside down
Turn yourself around
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She's quite a mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Said "See you later"
You know one day I disobeyed her openly
She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
The teen queen, Rosalie
She's got the pleasure
Comes from all the cornerstones of the world
She's so fantastic
She's everybody's favorite little record girl
She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
I got the power, Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Down on me, Rosalie
Shine on me will you please
Well Chattanooga, Lacooda, Baooga Loosa
You can hear her fine
She makes the choices
Then you'd best be smiling when it's losing time
She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
She is a tower, Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
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Valentino's got a booky shop and what he takes
He gives for what he's got
And what he's got he says he has not
Stolen from anyone
It's not that he don't tell the truth
Or even that he misspent his youth
It's just that he holds the proof
But you feel there's something's wrong
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Valentino's in a cold sweat, placed all his money on that last bet
Against the odds he smokes another cigarette
Says that it helps him to forget
That he's a nervous wreck
It's not that he misses much
Or even that he's lost his lucky touch
It's just that he gambles so much
And you know that it's wrong
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting just to catch your eye
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
Try to say I told you I told you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting just to get you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
To say I told you
Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi
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It was a rainy night the night the king went down
Everybody was crying it seemed like sadness had surrounded the town
Me I went to the liquor store
And I bought a bottle of wine and a bottle of gin
I played his records all night
Drinking with a close, close friend
Now some people say that that ain't right
And some people say nothing at all
But even in the darkest of night
You can always hear the king's call
You can always hear the king's call
Well they put him away in Memphis
Six feet beneath the clay
Everybody was crying
Everybody said it was a plain grey day
Me I went to the liquor store
And I bought another bottle of wine and another bottle of gin
I played his records all night
And I got drunk all over again
Now some people say that that ain't right
(That ain't right)
And some people say nothing at all
(I say nothing)
But even in the darkest of night
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call
I wonder if you're lonesome tonight
And I'd rather go on hearing your lies
Than to go on living without you
Now some people say that that ain't right
And some people say nothing at all (I say nothing)
But even in the darkest of night
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call
You could always hear the king's call
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing here
They might as well bring the curtain down
I cried the night the king died
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Down from the glen came the marching men
With their shields and their swords
To fight the fight they believed to be right
Overthrow the overlords
To the town where there was plenty
They brought plunder, swords and flame
When they left the town was empty
Children would never play again
From their graves I heard the fallen
Above the battle cry
By that bridge near the border
There were many more to die
Then onward over the mountain
And outward towards the sea
They had come to claim the Emerald
Without it they could not leave
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As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said, "Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take you!"
Musha ring dum a doo dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a do dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like to hear the cannon ball a-roarin'
Me, I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha ring dum a do dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
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There is a demon among us
Whose soul belongs in hell
Sent here to redeem us
She knows it all to well
He comes and goes, he comes and goes
She knows it all too well
But when all is said and done
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
She tries her best to leave him
But she is still captured by his spell
She knows now she must deceive him
He knows it all to well
She comes and goes, she comes and goes
He knows it all too well
But when all is said and done
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
She comes and goes, she comes and goes
He knows it all too well
But when all is said and done
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
The sun goes down
There is a demon within us
The sun goes down
She tries her best to deceive him
The sun goes down
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Tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose
Play me the melodies I want to know
So I can teach my children, oh
Pray tell me the story of young CЈ Chulainn
How his eyes were dark his expression sullen
And how he'd fight and always won
And how they cried when he was fallen
Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land
And how her sons died at her own hand
And how fools obey commands
Oh tell me the legends of long ago
Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
Will she no come back to me
Will she no come back to me
Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling
Far away you rolling river
Roll down the mountain side
On down on down go lassie go
Oh Tell me the legends of long ago
When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose
Play me the melodies so I might know
So I can tell my children, oh
My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love
It was a joy that Joyce brought to me
While William Butler waits
And Oscar, he's going Wilde
Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan?
Looking for a girl with green eyes
My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen
That Georgie knows Best
But Van is the man
Starvation once again
Drinking whiskey in the jar-o
Synge's Playboy of the Western World
As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there
Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea
Is such a long, long way from Tipperary
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Think I'll just fall to pieces
If I don't find something else to do
This sadness never ceases
I'm still in love with you
My head, it keeps on reeling
It's got me in a crazy spin
Darling, darling, darling
Is this the end?
Still in love with you
They say time has a way of healing
Dries all the tears from your eyes
But darling it's this empty feeling
My heart can't disguise
After all that we've been through
I try my best but it's no use
I guess I'll keep on loving you
Is this the end?
Now that it's all over, woman
There's something I think you should know
Baby, baby, think it over
Just one more time before you go
Call on me baby
If there's anything I can do for you
Call on me baby
Help me see it through
I'm still in love with you
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Oooooh. Oooooh. Oooooh.
Joey he's a loaner
He sits there on his own
They've got him locked in a cell
Oh mama mama mama
They don't treat your boy well
Joey says something must be done
They're gonna blow your boy to kingdom come
To the beat of the drum. The beat of the drum
Joey's got the blues 'cause he's just read the news
'Bout his bad woman again
I don't think it's a rumour
I presume, she was messin' around on him
Joey did something wrong
They're gonna blow that cat to kingdom come
To the beat of the drum. The beat of the drum
Now Joey's got the blues 'cause he just heard the news
That he's not gonna get a second chance
He's been spending his time in prison
How he's goin' for his last dance
They're gonna blow him away to kingdom come
'Cause he done done her wrong
To the beat of the drum.
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Damn, damn
Damn, damn
Damn, damn
First he comes up and he tells ya
Hey I'm bored with the whole musical scene
And then he says, I've seen your act
It's the greatest thing
But the more he gets to know ya
The more he shows ya he's off the lunatic fringe
You see as silly as it seems
I'm so tired of living out somebody else's dream
Who do you think you are
Are you a poet a lover a father a rock and roll star
Who do I think I am
Who do I think I am
I love my partner in life - my wife, my children and mam
Who do you think you are
Who do you think you are
Well I messed up, I mucked up oh I should shut up
Who do you think you are
Who do you think you are
Who do I think I am
You mean a thousand different faces
But it's that same old reclaim
And a thousand different places
Don't you know home?
Let me introduce you to who I mean
Then you get impatient
Then you start to scream
You see as silly as it seems
You're living out somebody else's dream
You're living out someone else's dream
You're living out somebody else's dream
You're living out somebody else's dream
You're living out somebody else's dream
So tired of it
Of living
And people say
It must be nice to be noticed
And you say
It don't affect me at all
But some day this pretending it must stop
And you must protest do the people have the right to know it all
Do they know it all?
Are they told it all
Do you know it all?
I don't know at all
As silly as it seems
What did that mean?
I mean it was a fob a flash a scheme
What do you mean?
You're living out someone elses dream
What does that mean?
It means I dont know man
I'll never do this again
You're living out someone else's dream
You're living out someone else's dream
Who says this song has anything in common with you at all
That's what I mean
You mean as silly as it seems
I'm so tired of living out somebody else's dream
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From the 12 inch single "Nineteen" by Phil Lynott with bonus Thin Lizzy track
Also appeared on the live Thin Lizzy album BBC Radio One Live In Concert 1983
A Night In The Life Of A Blues Singer
(Lynott)
In the old days
I could sing the blues
I had nothin' to live for
And nothin' to lose
And all the time
I was paying my dues
Like an old blues singer
And I had no troubles then
But I had lots of friends
Friends they come and go
And sometimes friendship ends
All the time, I've had a friend on whom I depend
So blues singer
Oh...
Oh mama, mama, mama, this is your boy
Oh mama, mama, mama, mama, my soul's been destroyed
Oh mama, mama, your pride and joy
Is a blues singer
An old blues singer
And the party's over now
Everybody's goin' home
The band is packin' up
And I'm on my own
Oh, but I miss you now you're gone
Mama, your boy's a blues singer
Such an old blues singer
Nothin, oh but nothin's changed
Oh sometimes you win sometimes you lose
I lost ya mama
I lost ya mama
In the old days
I could sing the blues
Had nothin' to live for
And nothin' to lose
But all the time
You must chose
I'm an old blues singer
Oh...
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He stuck that knife right into her gut
I want to tell you she was lucky with what she got
But what she got was not enough
She played around
Don't play around
I tried to tell her he was not so dumb
I tried to warn her there was something wrong
She wouldn't listen, she continued on
She played around
If you give your love to someone and someone treats you bad
If you give your love to someone and someone makes you mad
If you give your love to someone it can be so sad
Don't play around
Don't play around
He left her dying in the pool of blood
And she was crying oh my god oh my god
But she was no good, she was no good
She played around
Don't play around
She'd be laughing and dancing the night away
She'd be laughing and dancing with every man that came away
But as her life's blood slipped away
I thought I heard her say
Don't play around
Don't play around
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The Trouble Boys came in
I guess they'd been out fighting and a'raving
It wasn't long before they moved in
And picked up the girls that we'd brought to
It closed at ten o'clock I had to move fast
To get my baby back from the Trouble Boys
Twenty-five guys from the east side of the city
Kings of hell-raising in the neigborhood
One of them walked up and started dancing with my baby
Who was crying because I didn't stop him
All I could say honey was "This guy is bigger than the both of us"
Trouble Boys, and the Trouble Boys all around me
No one like getting sand kicked in their face
But I don't know anyone who'd stand face to face with the Trouble Boys
Yes the Trouble Boys
I thought to myself it was time to make a move
I breathed my last sigh and I started to groove with my babe
Who was still dancing with the other guy
By the look in her eye I was a martyr
'Cause no one cuts in on the Trouble Boys
Twenty-five gorillas standing all around
I was shaking like a leaf on an Autumn tree
The leader came up and took me by the hand
He shook it like a brother
He didn't crush it after all
He said, "You're ok, you're the only one who's stood up to the Trouble Boy
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It serves me right to sufferIt serves me right to be aloneIt serves me right to sufferIt serves me right to be alone
You see I'm living in the memoryOf a day that has passed and gone
Everytime I see a womanYou know it makes me think about mineEverytime I see a womanYou know it makes me think about mine
You see I'm living in the memoryOf a woman I've left behind
It serves me right to sufferIt serves me right to be aloneIt serves me right to sufferIt serves me right to be alone
Now I'm living in the memoryOf a woman that has passed and gone
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Just the two of us
No one else to trust
So let's not make a fuss and then moan
We've got to take the bus
?? one of us
All is lost unless we go
It's not that I think it's right
To leave home in the darkest night
But I don't think that it's wrong
Gotta take you away from
Got to take you away from home
If I had a second chance
I make better plans
But that's the way it stands
And that's the way it goes
Waiting for the phone
Something's going wrong
Like in the song, I'm the last one to know
It's not that I think it's right
To leave home in the darkest night
It's not that I think it's wrong
Well I gotta take you away from
I gotta take you away from home
I can't cope. We must elope
There's just the two of us
There's no one else to trust
So let's not make a fuss and then moan
We've got to take the bus
?? one of us
All is lost unless we go
It's not that I think it's right
To leave home in the darkest night
It's not that I think it's fair
But I gotta take you away from
I got to take you away from
Got to take you away from
There
Oh I don't care
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We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh
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