Bless ’em all, bless ’em all, the long and the short and the tall…
The First
The Second
Bless ’em all, bless ’em all, the long and the short and the tall…
The First
The Second
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Lindsay was my first love
She was in my class
I would have loved to take her out
But I was too shy to ask
The fullness of my feeling
Was never made clear
But I send her my love
And a bang on the ear
Nora was my girl
When I first was in a group
I can still see her to this day
Stirring chicken soup
Now she’s living in Australia
Working for an auctioneer
But I send her my love
And a bang on the ear
Deborah broke my heart
And I the willing fool
I fell for her one summer
On the road to Liverpool
I thought it was forever
But it was over within the year (oh dear)
But I send her my love
And a bang on the ear
The home I made with Bella
Became a house of pain
We weathered it together
Bound by a ball and chain
It started up in Fife
It ended up in tears
But I send her my love
And a bang on the ear
Krista was a rover
From Canada she hailed
We crossed swords in San Francisco
We both lived to tell the tale
I don’t know now where she is
Oh, but if I had her here
I’d give her my love
And a bang on the ear
So my woman of the hearth fire
Harbor of my soul
I watch you lightly sleeping
I sense the dream that does unfold…like gold
You to me are treasure
You to me are dear
So I’ll give you my love
And a bang on the ear
—Mike Scott
The Waterboys 1988
Good short video clips. I’d bet each of those women received a good dose of what they’ve earned.
Aw, that’s sweet! A “bang on the ear” is an Irish term for an affectionate pat or kiss on the cheek or ear. “Fisherman’s Blues” is still my favorite.
I know a lot of Irish lore and phrases. I didn’t know that one!
I’m not sure this Mike Scott isn’t just some sort of ear pervert
I seriously need glasses. I misread the last line as “a bang on the car.”
No, the lady in black wasn’t “my” first wife — but I think I once dated her mother!