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Whiskey Blues and Faded Tattoos

by Kilmaine Saints

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Idiom 03:54
Away-0, away-hey-0 take me from this shite that I know Away -0, away-hey-O, carry me away today-O. Every day we toil away but we can’t catch the wind in our sails Get out of a jam but the water o’er the dam, Keeps coming back it’s too hard to bail. One day at a time, if I only had a dime For all the time it hasn’t worked for me. And it’s such a fine line ‘tween getting ahead and falling behind, Reality and fantasy. CHORUS Life isn’t fair, we’ve got crosses to bare So go ahead drive a nail just for kicks. Who are you gonna call when it all hits the wall, The hotline “There’s no Quick Fix”? So I raise my glass (half full my ass) It’s looking half empty to me. And it’s not about the cash, got friends, a place to crash It’s what’s happened to humanity. Get away, keep at bay, miss the boat, go astray Find the place where waters flowing, ‘Cause when the going gets tough (the tough get going) CHORUS Tween a rock and hard place, put on your happy face Act like it’s no big deal Keep up with the rat race, strike one for the home base But don’t let them know how you feel Fit in at any cost and do it like a boss Be sure to obey all the signs. If survivals for the fittest then (hand me another Guinness) ‘Cuz I don’t wanna walk a straight line. CHORUS
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Standing on the sideline as life is passing by Adding up to nothing and you never wonder why Watching through the bottle wishing for a better day Going at full throttle always seems the wrong damn way Life is last call, don’t stumble and fall Don’t let it all slip away Don’t waste another night, getting lost in your pint Wasted memories of wasted yesterdays Memories they’re haunting the good they seem so few The past mistakes and lessons made All faded black and blue Promises and bottles the secrets that they keep It’s not too late to fight before you’re buried six feet deep Whiskey and blues and faded tattoos Ghosts and memories, an empty bottle of booze Whiskey and blues and faded tattoos yeah Scars all tell the story of every time you fell Reminders of your past they’re the glory that you sell A never ending struggle beaten up and giving in Bad hands you’re always dealt another reason you can’t win Life is last call, don’t stumble and fall Don’t let it all slip away Don’t waste another night, getting lost in your pint Wasted memories of wasted yesterdays Get up off the barstool Get your boots on the ground You’ll never reach the top at the bottom of a round ‘Cuz age is just a number not the sum of our mistakes Always search for new tomorrows Always hope for better days Whiskey and blues and faded tattoos Ghosts and memories, an empty bottle of booze Whiskey and blues and faded tattoos yeah Life is last call Don’t stumble and fall Don’t let it all slip away
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We are the troop that never stoops To wretched slavery Nor shall our seed, by our base deed Despised our enemy Freedom we will give to them, Or we will bravely die Our greatest foe, they soon shall know, How much did England lie And all the world shall know, Americans are free Nor slaves nor cowards we will prove, And England soon shall see We’re Pennsylvania’s Finest, And we will proudly fight Our hearts are strong our aim is true, We’ll stand up for our rights We'll not give up our birthright Our foes shall find us men As good as they, in any shape The British troops shall ken Come on brave boys, we'll beat them On any hostile plain For freedom, wives, and children dear, The battle we'll maintain CHORUS What can those British tyrants think Our fathers crossed the main And savage foes, and dangers met To be enslaved by them? If so, they are mistaken For we will rather die And since they have become our foes Their forces we defy CHORUS
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Music & Lyrics: Brendan Loughrey
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Music and lyrics: M. McNaughton
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Music: L. Mallin Lyrics: L. Mallin and B. Power
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Foggy Dew 04:18
Traditional, Arranged by Kilmaine Saints
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Traditional, Arranged by Kilmaine Saints
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2nd & Locust 03:05
On a cool March morning, as the city awoke As ice slowly faded in whiskey and coke The pubs were buzzing with traditional song As the glossy eyed patrons mumbled along A sweet Irish girl had caught my eye Her beauty and laughter I could not deny The pints disappeared as did my focus But I was falling in love at 2nd and Locust The streets were packed with green and beads With the sweet aroma of cigars and mead The old cracked sidewalks were now a stage For the dancers and pipers whom were now the rage CHORUS The pipes on the street belted an old rebel tune That familiar sound of the rising of the moon Many years later as the city constrained Despite the struggle one pub still remained And one day every March the streets pack with green To create one hell of an Irish love scene CHORUS
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We were in the pub last night of our holiday Seems like every song it starts in that way A shot in the glass and a pint in the hand Last night in town we’re gonna make it grand We started out at Casey’s the best pint in the town Had no idea all the shit about to go down The lads started fighting and the girls all joined in too Poor own was battered black and blue I swear we come for fun and we don’t want know trouble But now we’re feeling drunk and we’re starting to see double Too early to go home and we don’t really wanna Well I tell ya boys it’s just a short walk to Sonnagh Old Kelley pulled around the car and from there we darted You ain’t going home sure you’re only getting started We drove from town to town and we ended in Kilmaine He left us standing in the rain So we went into Macken’s and we had another round But when we came out Kelley was nowhere to be found They kicked us out at closing time and left us in the dark The tinkers they mugged us and left us in the park CHORUS Early next morning as the sun began to rise And still no sight of Kelley not much of a surprise Our heads quite heavy and our pockets rather light As we tried to piece together what happened to us last night Now we’re going home and we’re trying to catch our plane Trying to thumb a ride but our efforts are in vain Along the N17 and counting every stone And now we know exactly how far it is to home CHORUS
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Sailed from the old green shores Tired of the same old wars A dream of freedom hope & life To escape the eternal strife The new world was nothing new The same old rulers ruled here too The dream of equality was lost Forced to fight injustice at any cost The innocent hand cannot be cleaned The dirt of truth will always be seen Your crimes will prove my words one day Death can't wash the sins away Industry fueled by power rules Yet Molly Macguires fights and duels Carbon County was owned and bought The tyrants they could not be taught Sentenced to death to silence the cause Rather than address the flaws This handprint will forever remain To shame the county for inflicting pain CHORUS
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Wild Kolleen 03:45
Memories they say sometimes scatter and fray And time and tide wait for no man So may her legend live on in the words of this song And in the hearts of this noisy drunken band She’d strike up the drone with a quickness unknown And play a reel with fingers fast and true With a “quick march!” to start and a joy in her heart Kolleen would lead us down the avenue Let’s all raise a glass to the fiery lass we knew as Wild Kolleen The pipers played as they carried her away So let’s all raise a glass to the fiery lass we knew as Wild Kolleen If we make it to heaven we’ll meet again someday With a kilt and a smile on her Harley with style A heart that burned bright like the sun Neither rain, sleet or snow could stop this woman we know Who gave so much to each and every one Now tears fill our eyes as we say our goodbyes To life that shined to everyone she knew Our voices we’ll raise as we sing of her praise Kolleen, my dear we will remember you CHORUS
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Golden Pen 02:20
Fare thee well, my old dear friend You’ve gone away, but I’ll see you again Like the morning dew, that fades by day Glistens the fields, with each morning’s rays Because you etched my soul, with a golden pen Words so sweet, that I’ll speak them again and again and again The wind may howl, a deafening cry While all I hear, is your lullaby All I hear, is a lullaby Fare thee well, my old dear friend You’ve gone away, but I’ll see you again I ask myself, did you truly know With the slightest breath, your ember glow Cause you etched my soul, with a golden pen Words so sweet, that I’ll speak them again and again and again The wind may howl, a deafening cry While all I hear, is your lullaby All I hear, is a lullaby
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I just don't get it, never really did understand, Never really played the cards that that were dealt in my hand. Some call me a fool, ‘cuz I question everything, Dirty wars, closed doors, corporate science, corrupt alliance, Need I say more? Shades of gray, murky water we're treading in, Gone astray of who we shoulda been. But when I raise my GLASS, know what it stands for. Drinking away the grind of the day, a toast for a little bit more. And when I raise my FLAG, know what it stands for. Loyal friends where no border ends, no one keeping score. And when I raise my FIST, know what it stands for. I'll fight until the bitter end with justice at its core. When I raise my VOICE. Know what it stands for. Echoing words like pushing reverb of the millions who've come before. I just don't get it, never did understand, like veneer on wood, so pure and good, like houses built on sand. Some call me a fool ‘cuz I question everything Mass media on speed dial, heroes in exile, facts don’t mean a thing. Shades of gray, murky waters we're treading in. Gone astray of who we shoulda been. CHORUS
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There’s violence in the air tonight, and whiskey on our breath We’ll set this whole damn town alight and put em all to death Rogues are we……. Thick as thieves We’ll gladly take your treasures, and relieve you of your gold And leave you in a shallow ditch, until your body’s cold Rest in peace…….final sleep Crashing through the briars, along a muddy track The horses getting tired, but there ain’t no turning back The ghosts are chasing at our heels, the devil’s on our tail Mount up now boys and hold on tight Tonight we ride like hell There’s murder in the air tonight, we’ll put you in the ground No one can save you from our wrath, no one can put us down Wild and free……as we flee Lock up your sons and daughters, lock up your whiskey too Don’t bless us father for our sins, the devil knows we’re due End is near….mother dear Trample through the barley looking for an empty road No mercy for our blackest souls, just fire down below The ghosts are chasing at our heels, the devil’s on our tail Mount up now boys and hold on tight Tonight we ride like hell There’s vengeance in the air tonight, and for our blood it sings To see a rope around our necks and watch the bodies swing Gallows bound……underground Too late for all our sins confessed, redemption passed us by We’ve crossed the line, no going back, the stakes are too damned high Toll the bell……souls to hell The hounds are getting closer, the end is getting near No mercy and no glory as our madness turns to fear The ghosts are chasing at our heels, the devil’s on our tail Mount up now boys and hold on tight Tonight we ride like hell
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Last Call 04:28
This is the last call this is the last song of the night Your final call for alcohol and beer This is the last call find someone to take you home tonight Just one more song and then we’re ‘outta here This is the last call you made it through another Kilmaine show We raise our glass and thank you for good times This is the last call we really truly hate to see you go We’re drunk and tired and I ran out of rhymes But what we’re trying to say, before we go our way We had a hell of a time, drinking whiskey and pints WITH YOU! But all good things must end, and before we go my friends So long, goodnight, slainte, goodbye, THANK YOU! This is the last call This is the last call don’t forget to tip before you go We’re almost done now, time to call a cab This is the last call one more shot before you’re out in the cold Please buy some merch so we can pay our tab CHORUS

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released July 31, 2017

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Kilmaine Saints Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

Kilmaine Saints are equal parts Irish Swagger, Scottish Pride and whiskey. This explosive, high-energy Celtic rock band from Central PA will lift your hearts, your spirits, and your pint when you're not looking.

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