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Which Side Are You On?
03:35
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Well the government had an idea
And Parliament made it law
They say disabled people can't
Live independently any more
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
They say that we're a burden
They say we’re on the scrounge
They say our life’s not worth living
Then they stick us in heaven’s waiting lounge
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
They’ve given us our own minister
He's supposed to fight the cause
But every time that we ask him
He sticks in another capability clause
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
Because of all these changes
Thousands of us have died
And if these changes keep on happening
What more proof do we need that you have lied?
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
Well the government had an idea
And Parliament made it law
They say disabled people can't
Live independently any more
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
Which side are you on my boy, which side are you on
Are you on
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2. |
The Shamrock You Sent Me
04:21
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The shamrocks you sent me
Fond greetings it brings me,
From the green hills of Ireland
Far, far away,
When I hold them
With care I enfold them,
For they grew near my home
In the hills of Athea.
These leafs were once green
Now they are dried up and withered
The tears from my eyes,
Will refresh them like Dew
They recall to the mind
The long cherished memories
For its often I trod
In the spot where they grew.
Oh could they but speak
What stories they would tell me,
Of the heroes who fought
To set our land free.
The martyrs that fell
By the sword and the scaffold,
Are fondly engraved
In my sad memory.
Here's to the Shamrock
The flower of St. Patrick,
I will wear it to honor
The saints' blessed day,
My foot-steps will tread
On the shores of Columbia
But my heart is at home
In the hills of Athea.
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3. |
Killing The Blues
03:00
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Leaves were falling, just like embers,
In colours red and gold, they set us on fire
Burning just like a moonbeam, in our eyes.
Chorus
Somebody said they saw me,
swinging the world by the tail
Bouncing over a white cloud,
killing the blues.
Now I am guilty, of something, I hope you never do
Because there is nothing sadder than losing
yourself in love.
Now you ask me... just to leave you
To go out on my own, And get what I need to
You want me to find what I've already had.
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4. |
Battle Of Whitehall
03:44
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Chain yourself to the buses, show them what the fuss is,
Get us on the political map.
They can try and talk us down, but we'll head right into town,
Cause we won't take any more of your crap.
There's a battle in Whitehall, anger in our sights
There's a battle in Whitehall, fighting for our civil rights.
Civil disobedience, the public are our audience,
We ain't no freak show any more.
We're vocal and we're loud, disabled and we're proud,
No sympathy, but empathy give to the cause.
There's a battle in Whitehall, anger in our sights
There's a battle in Whitehall, fighting for our civil rights.
Have you ever thought apartheid is wrong,
Have you ever thought homophobia is wrong,
Have you ever thought that sexism, racism, fascism was ever so wrong…
So is this.
Lady Olga Maitland proves she's not on this land,
Perhaps segregation ain't so bad after all.
Well John Smith he has gone, maybe this could be his song,
As the battle cry for Civil Rights will never die.
There's a battle in Whitehall, anger in our sights
There's a battle in Whitehall, fighting for our civil rights.
There's a battle in Whitehall, anger in our sights
There's a battle in Whitehall, fighting for our civil rights. ♪
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Nick Danagher, Bert Massie, , Ian Stanton, , Rowen Jade,
Katherine Araniello, Roz Norton, the mighty Michael Oliver
And a Dirty ole town for Sean, John Mcorkell,
Stella Alan, Geoff Armstrong, David Toole, Sian Vasey,
My Soph n Chip n Robin. Lynn levvet, & our lovely Harvey.
They taught me to believe, Be strong and bold
Their memory shape me, Their memories I will hold
They filled me with passion, Enflame my heart with drive
I fear that I will forget, so I sing their names out loud…sing out loud
Chorus
Nobody sings about my hero
Nobody sings their names out loud
I’m gunna sing about my heroes
The things they did and taught me to believe
Nobody sings about my heroes
I’m gunna sing their names out now
Pink pixie flying high, Semmersuaq - this is your song
She was the strongest, challenged what was wrong
Piss upon your pity, and yer vulnerability
Her gentle words taught me , so I’ll sing them and carry on… carry on...
Remember all your heroes. Their actions & their words
What they did shapes our tomorrow, our voices will be heard
An end to injustice, We shall not be removed
Together in solidarity we’ll sing there names out loud.
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6. |
Winds Of Change
03:19
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There’s a window of hope in our dreams
There’s a promise of hope on the way
There’s a glory to come, When the day has been one
When we’re caught in the winds of change.
If we don’t come together where we stand
There’s a price we will have to pay
If you stand on your own, You’ll be lost and alone.
Swept away on the winds of change.
Raise your hands, Raise your hands
To the blue sky
Forever hold them high
Make a stand, Make a stand together
And the winds of change will come.
We’re not far from the land that we love
And a chance to come of age
Just open your wings, Lift your voices to sing
Riding high on the winds of change.
Raise your hands, Raise your hands
To the blue sky
Forever hold them high
Make a stand, Make a stand together
And the winds of change will come.
Raise your hands, Raise your hands
To the blue sky
Forever hold them high
Make a stand, Make a stand together
And the winds of change will come.
Yes, the winds of change will come.
Yes, the winds of change will come.
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The shamrocks you sent me
Fond greetings it brings me,
From the green hills of Ireland
Far, far away,
When I hold them
With care I enfold them,
For they grew near my home
In the hills of Athea.
These leafs were once green
Now they are dried up and withered
The tears from my eyes,
Will refresh them like Dew
They recall to the mind
The long cherished memories
For its often I trod
In the spot where they grew.
Oh could they but speak
What stories they would tell me,
Of the heroes who fought
To set our land free.
The martyrs that fell
By the sword and the scaffold,
Are fondly engraved
In my sad memory.
Here's to the Shamrock
The flower of St. Patrick,
I will wear it to honor
The saints' blessed day,
My foot-steps will tread
On the shores of Columbia
But my heart is at home
In the hills of Athea.
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8. |
I Thought I Had No Voice
02:32
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We’ve had good times together
we’ve shared a song or two
In warmer days of summer
And winter’s days of snow.
We know that life’s not easy
the road is hard and long
but music aye can cheer us
we’re better for a song.
Chorus
I thought I had no voice, now listen to my song
the fellowship of music, a place where I belong
We raise our voice in song, in every verse and chorus
many songs behind us now, there’s many waiting for us.
Our time is nearly over
these days are nearly done
the tunes we will remember
the songs will still be sung.
I hope the sun shines for you
and that we’ll meet again
for there’s a bond between us
a bond that has no end.
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John Kelly London, UK
John Kelly is a warm, funny, passionate musician with over 30 years’ live experience.
His songwriting
sits alongside that of his heroes and peers; containing all the compassion & conviction of Woody Guthrie, and the imaginative storytelling of Ian Dury .
He has wowed crowds at gigs ranging from backroom pubs to sold-out stadiums.
Next gig: 3 Sept, MoreMusic, Morecambe, Lancashire
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