Paul Brady – The Island

Etter Undres post om musikk og slike ting ble jeg helt inspirert, kom på en låt som jeg helt hadde glemt. Den har tidvis redusert meg til et vrak med usedvanlig blanke øyne, og fått meg til å sitte lenge, lenge oppe og være glad for små filleting.

This is a damn good song.

Jeg er mest glad i studioversjonen, uten egentlig å ha noen bedre grunn enn at der kommer alt på riktig plass. Fårete, men ja. 😉 Nå er nå engang live, live.
De første 50 gangene jeg hørte den var den bare en herlig romantisk, deilig låt, og jeg som alltid pleier å være hysterisk opptatt av tekst og budskap klarte faktisk å unnlate å høre etter på ordene som ble sunget. My, oh my.

Lytt, kjære lesere, lytt og les.

The Island (Paul Brady)

They say the skies of Lebanon are burning
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat
They’re showing pictures on the television
Women and children dying in the street
And we’re still at it in our own place
Still trying to reach the future through the past
Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone…

Chorus

But Hey! Don’t listen to me!
This wasn’t meant to be no sad song
We’ve heard too much of that before
Right now I only want to be here with you
Till the morning dew comes falling
I want to take you to the island
And trace your footprints in the sand
And in the evening when the sun goes down
We’ll make love to the sound of the ocean

They’re raising banners over by the markets
Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls
Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday
And teach them dying will lead us into glory…

Repeat Chorus

Now I know us plain folks don’t see all the story
And I know this peace and love’s just copping out
And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches
Is just what being free is all about
And how this twisted wreckage down on main street
Will bring us all together in the end
And we’ll go marching down the road to freedom…
Freedom

Copyright Hornall Brothers Music

«Written 20 years ago, the lyrics of Paul Brady’s «The Island» ring even more true today. In this song with additional commentary, Brady expresses the devastation and emotions that engulfed the people of Ireland in the early eighties. However, the wars, bombing, and fighting that are happening around us today, remind us of the mindset Brady was addressing. «If you are not with us, you are against us. Turning your back on your own.» In this powerful piece, Brady truly does pierce through the emotional flak from an ordinary man’s perspective, to touch the heart of the human soul.»
– independentmscfan (youtube.com)

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