No Pockets In A Shroud The Rumjacks

I'd bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss Tho they say the coin that can't be found's the coin that cant be lost If you'd spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold I'll regale

Sober & Godless The Rumjacks

I'd sing for you a song if i could carry a tune Or even put two words together for a start But I'm all at odds y'see, half the bloke I used to be A tin man without his famous heart I once sported language

Home Rule The Rumjacks

She bore half a ton o' sons and had to bury all but one Who's locked away in prison for not takin' up his gun Now all she has to comfort her from this day to her last Are a box of old white feathers some

Them Fallen The Rumjacks

still singin to me Ive been tempted to skip to the edge of the story Uncover whatever this lifes keepin for me But i know in my heart that I'd yearn all the years in between Oh are you somewhere out there

Blows & Unkind Words The Rumjacks

tell the Devil his work is complete We'll sing 'share the love' but we can't share the streets It's the kick in the arse it's the kiss on the cheek It's the blows and unkind words My conscience rings

Barred For Life The Rumjacks

Nobby was a shit for brains Tho everybody loved him to his boots for all his pains Dirty racist pig was no friend o' mine I'm glad I won't be drinkin' there again Barred for Life I'm just a regular boy

Big Man Down The Rumjacks

They in their black battalion go Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill Through the wind and the blistering snow Unafraid, undisguised, to put pennies in his eyes The twist of a grin,

The Black Matilda The Rumjacks

were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art I were cozened by a whiff o the whim that scours the Costa harryin' The likes o' men who've lost the lamp, the rudderless and bewildered The sands below

Roll Away Alone The Rumjacks

Come pull up a stump with an angry young man I'll talk a lot o' pish until I can barely stand And I'll roll away alone, all alone Oh I'll roll away, live to fight another day Oh I'll roll away and I'll

Uncle Tommy The Rumjacks

like me A half a bottle o' whisky, tattoo of a pretty lady Half a dozen Havana's and his Aunties rosary A thunderin' oe'r the border, guns a blazin', hells a raisin' Here I am ya bastards, ye'll no be

The Pot & Kettle The Rumjacks

An urban parable built around the famous saying 'pot calling the kettle black' One smoky day in a darkened scullery Doon by the river in a factory town Where bad things happen and the walls are drippn'

Pockets Finish Ticket

My town, empty like my pockets I chase your shadow for a while But I can't crack a smile Ghost town, living in this small town Towered by the city lights Oh on these lonely nights Oh my friend It's been

McAlpines Fusiliers The Rumjacks

As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub and up in the spike you'll find them They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints

One Summers Day The Rumjacks

They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole A prick of a man we liked to call 'Cock a doodled Andy' Drank a pint o' 'truth be told', called the bride a filthy moll There the party lost control

400 Miles Away The Rumjacks

I'll ride again o'er the border, if it takes me all my days Where the sun rises through the pollution and sets her walls ablaze Gimme somethin to help with the shakin' or to kill the roarin' pain It's

SHROUD OF FROST Anathema

SHROUD OF FROST Undying odyssey ..... a myriad of times The soul has seen Through eyes of heaven The imperium of earth Nothing left to perceive Help me to escape from this existence I yearn

Green Ginger Wine The Rumjacks

Oh kiss me Maggie and take me home For I sure dinnae feel like dyin' alone Gawn geez a shot, chuck a doggie a bone Or a penny for me rattlin' can As sure as Christ it's a bitter pill But if you won't have

Patron Saint O' Thieves The Rumjacks

A Christmas song from behind the wire Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers and sailors Strike these shackles from me uh huh Slide the bolt from out the door and tear down all the wire My babys growin

WKND (Flash New Breeks) The Rumjacks

A raging tribute to the two most sacred days in any working week Sixteen straight shifts, bust a gut for bugger all 'Til the gaffer hits the bell and spits me outta hell Firin' curses at me bouncin' out

Maddening Shroud Frou Frou

Sometimes I like to get away from this maddening shroud Sometimes I love, you know, its all insane Maybe its time for me to pack it in Maybe its time for me to track it in Maybe its time for me

Kathleen The Rumjacks

A tribute from the singer to his Mother and Father When he fell to his knee she thought He mustve spied a penny at his feet And the water in his eye was just the rain Over the Glasgow city street She rifles

Spit In The Street The Rumjacks

Oh I lie awake, I'm fit to break And my head won't leave me alone I've to make my way through one more day Strippin' knuckle to the glistenin' bone Oh it's a shit fight hell right down to the Boulevarde

Les Darcy The Rumjacks

A man quizzes his local priest with a view to securing his eternal soul Tell me Father whats the craic Is Jesus really coming back And if he does d'ye think he'll live here in the 'burbs Cos id like to

Me Old Ball & Chain The Rumjacks

Right Hand me down that bottle of tequila from the shelf I'll have a beer to follow and all, here take one for yerself I've been off the piss for ten long years and I've a bloody thirst And I won't be

The Terrible Sea The Rumjacks

The wind howls mournful and low o'er the hole in his heart Left a note for his Mother to say he'd be joinin' his Da' He said The Devils all pissed 'cause I danced with his daughter I were born to be hung

Echoes In The Snow Ethereal Shroud

to pity the damned, the destitute feel no longer your grace, unceremonious passing for those who cannot be grieved A lifeless husk that seeps through the cracks like the tears of the fallen May I re-join

Oh Sergeant Where's Mine? The Rumjacks

I'm lyin' in bed, I'm in room twenty six Thinkin' on things that I've done Like drinkin' wi' squaddies and bullin' my boots I'm countin' the medals I've won These hospital wards are such drab lookin' joints

I Smell Trouble The Rumjacks

It's gone spooked the milkin' beasts, set the cock's a crowin' Made vinegar of all the wine and stopped the fruit a growin' It's bakin' in the desert and its boilin' out to sea Theres trouble in the way

My Time Again The Rumjacks

My Daddy he were just a boy when he walked outta school His Mammy said there'd soon be one more hungry mouth to fill He said 'the learnin' and the schoolin' wurnae bad for them that could Tho' I can read

The Reaper And Tam McCorty The Rumjacks

Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguerin' his head Scrubbed his chops and dragged an oily bug rake through his hair And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimickin

Bar The Door Casey The Rumjacks

Bar the door Casey, don't let me in My shade'll not cross your dear threshold again Bar the door Casey, mind the way well And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell We've fought scores of sailors for

An Irish Pub Song The Rumjacks

There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick and a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic and all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie and that cabbage

Pinchgut The Rumjacks

If I buy you a drink will you leave me alone I'm a bug eyed young stranger 'round here I'll tell ye nowt ye don't already know And my brogues too thick for your ear See I landed this mornin' unwashed and

The Leaky Tub The Rumjacks

icy cold And they'll fight like rotten gull's to pick yer cage On the arms o' villains who'll see yer kidneys sold They'll spare condition, sex nor age And I'll curse the day a thousand shades o' blue

Zielona Gora The Rumjacks

A beautiful Polish town in Lubusz province, where Bacchus the Roman god of wine peers from every nook and crevice Hot as hell Zielona Gora crackling smile You thief o hearts where were you all the while

'Eight Beers' Mcgee The Rumjacks

A true story and a tribute to the life of one young man, speak his name With achin' heart and steady hand Im puttin pen to paper father dear I trust these words'll find you And pray that you can read '

Fact'ry Jack The Rumjacks

Pearls of wisdom from a sparkly eyed old barfly Old Jack Drury worked at the brewery Luggin' them bottles and cans 'Til the steam age came crushed six mens jobs And Jackies two good hands So they killed

Dead To Me The Rumjacks

A 'good riddance' to poisonous folk O Billy were a villain o' high degree Wi a left eye made o' glass A wooden heel and a plate o' steel Mig welded tae his arse He'd carve a horn frae his Mammy's skull

Plenty The Rumjacks

Well I'm livin' with the mistakes I've made 'plenty more where I'm from' I'm robbin' peter so Paul gets paid 'plenty more where I'm from' I've strayed so far from the open road I've been places my shadow

Home The Rumjacks

Take me please I beg you, across the emerald sea I'm nearly dead from waiting for your hand to reach for me The day is near upon us, turning a bluish grey The air is getting warmer and it's time we hauled

The Jolly Executioner The Rumjacks

It said his blade weighed half a tonne O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone With a whistle and thump yer dash were done And the axe cared not for who you were He kept a cell below the tower Where he signed

A Fistful O' Roses The Rumjacks

Oh I've loved you from afar, I've borne you like a scar Sung your name across the bloody Colfiorito But a poison took your heart, you charmless little tart Now you've nary a jot o' bother at all for me

SHROUD OF FALSE Anathema

SHROUD OF FALSE (Words & Music: D.Patterson) We are just a moment in time, A blink of an eye, A dream for the blind, Visions from a dying brain, I hope you don't understand

Early Retirement Little Comets

Fortunately I have got Enough to realise that This is growing old The promises you sew are Shallow footsteps in the snow That you cover up Sumptuously I have seen The centuries in his eyes Now I’m growing

Mclaughlins Rant The Rumjacks

Well I've come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast Ye great thick headit ape, I'll stick yer chin right out yer arse Come lookin' for your pound o' flesh, but I've got nothin' left Cause Christian

Murder Shanty The Rumjacks

Relax, geez its only a tale of the passing of the seasons and the cycle of life if Nick Cave had written it youd be jerking off by now Here lie the bones o' my wayward love Have mercy on 'em God above

March Into The Sun Echosmith

Hey oh Hey oh Hey oh Hey oh This is not the end There's no apocalypse And all those kids were full of it I got your hand in my hand No drinks inside It's how we start a fire with a natural high With hands

Should Have Known Better Sufjan Stevens

I should have known better To see what I could see My black shroud Holding down my feelings A pillar for my enemies I should have wrote a letter And grieve what I happen to grieve My black shroud I never

수의-The Shroud (The Shroud's Lullaby) Funny Time

In a land where shadows roam, Lies a shroud, like a gentle home. With threads of silver, woven tight, It blankets dreams in the softest light.

Pockets Powderfinger

By now you know that I never arrived I was too tired to move I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse But I'm tired of them too Little pockets of air in the atmosphere Make it easy to breathe So