It’s only worth it
If it’s worth it
Wheres the anger gone
The fight against the clampdown
Wheres the anger gone
The fight we never lost
Black and white
Brown and yellow
One and all
Just one race
One people
Wheres the fight gone
One creed
Dump your trump
Your losing card
Take the fist
From your balls
Raise it
Once then twice
Where’s the heart gone
One race
One creed
Take your religion
Your national pride
And burn it with your flag
Where’s the fight gone
One race
One creed
Francie talks
A peak cap and a guitar and his words. Oh my those words. Ray la montangne in ireland after 8 years. Finally got to hear his tunes from the stage. Sitting listening and the feeling overwhelming me to go home and write something beautiful. Haunting and mellow ,violent and serene all emotions are touched by his voice and guitar
B. B king has headed of to some other kind of smokey whiskey blues joint but his blues are brightening up my own bit of paradise. Blues and jazz real music from the bayou where the slave man and woman beat the slavers with the rhythm of black soul. A different tune but the same theme as Celtic music. Mad white red headed celts and black proud Africans torn from their land fighting with the beauty of music
I wanted a woman someone different . Someone whose beauty was marked with lines on her face. I saw you and knew those blues eyes and that smile were more beautiful than anything I had ever wished or dreamed of
Chilling to Nick pushing the sky away
Words I love to write 