Traditional Danny Boy, the pipes the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying Tis
{Words & Music: Jim Webb} Boy, I can understand how it might be Kind of hard to love a girl like me I don't blame you much for want-it to be free I just
Sitting on the sunny shoreline See some driftwood come to rest, worn out by the tides Torn up by its endless rides, never free just a bit like me I've
© Hazel O`Connor - Neil O'Connor When I first saw your face, I thought here's a man Maybe he can, give it to me, something real Give it to me, But
But stop, beware, that man don't care When you need, when you bleed that man don't care He's just a gigolo-o-o A gigolo-o-o, a gigolo Oh how he wears
Hazel O`Connor Daylight, slowly creeping through the crack in the curtains and it suddenly reminded me I didn't sleep allnight. It's just the thought
Hey you, standing there What you got to stare at? I'm not shy if your beady little eye Abuse me like some mishap Cackling laughter behind you And you
© Hazel O`Connor Make a way for the queen He's got the most spectacular wardrobe you've ever seen So what if he bleaches his hair And dresses are
In the beginning was a world Man said, "Let there be more light" Electric scenes and laser beams Neon brights the light abhorring nights On the second
{Words & Music: The Stranglers} Big girl in the red dress She's just trying to impress us And she's got the barley fever But she doesn't make a sound
You were the beacon that lit up my life When i thought i was drowning you threw me a lifeline You were the beauty i was the beast You touched my soul,
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor} Hello old friend long time no see Except the sea between you and me And that's physical and that's impenetrable Left
© Hazel O`Connor I think I'd have to have lived a long long time ago When the moon was around and we moved to the sound of our own romantic song
Manchester morning, Picadilly calling I ask myself what is it to be free Free from sorrow, love's tomorrow Oh if I had a key how different it could be
Hazel O`Connor Well the years go past far to fast for me and my heart grows cold, too cold, so cold to see and the old man waits at the door and the
Save me from my darkness Agus an bothair dubh I've been out here a long time Since I left you Simple minds for simple monies Where the work is where
{Words & Music: Lou Reed} Men of good fortune Often cause empires to fall While men of poor beginnings Often can't do anything at all The rich son waits
Here comes my friend, Michael Grin written over his face Walking with a kind of a swagger Walking with a sort of a grace He talks the talk He tried to