Skid Row - Skid
(Dublin Gas Comy. Cooker & Meter Factory)



Sandie's Gone
The Man Who Never Was
Heading Home Again
Felicity
Unco-Up Showband Blues
Morning Star Avenue
Oi'll Tell You Later
Virgo's Daughter
New Faces, Old Places


Sandie's Gone
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels)

Listen to the bluebird
crying in the air.
He's just heard,
Sandie's gone.
Sandie's gone.

Looking at the whip rower,
there's always none to spare.
Shed a new tear,
Sandie's gone.
Sandie's gone.

Some people say
there ain't nothing like being a man.
Be that as it may,
I just couldn't give a damn.
There are times in a man's life
when all he wants to do
is lay down and die.

What good is being a man
when the boy inside you wants to cry?

The sun heard all about it,
his tears they fell like rain.
What a shame,
Sandie's gone.
Sandie's gone.

The winter came unnoticed
and took me unaware.
I don't care,
Sandie's gone.
Sandie's gone.

And some people say
there ain't nothing like being a man.
Be that as it may,
I just couldn't give a damn.
There are times in a man's life
when all he wants to do
is lay down and die.

What good is being a man
when the boy inside you wants to cry?

Sandie's gone.
Sandie's gone.

Some people say
there ain't nothing like being a man.
Be that as it may,
I just couldn't give a damn.
There are times in a man's life
when all he wants to do
is lay down and die.

What good is being a man
when the boy inside you wants to cry?

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The Man Who Never Was
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels/Noel Bridgeman/Gary Moore)

Once, early on a crystal morning.
A punch at her hus's,
it came without a warning.
The man who never was
and who never will be.
His horse is slightly shored,
number two score and three.

I spotted him unpaled
against a frightened cloud.
Knew from the way he was going,
he was heading south.
The man who never was
and who never will be.
Racing through the air
in preferance to land or sea.

The man who never was
was the man who never is.
And the man who never was or is
would always feel like this.
And if I were the man
who never was or is,
I would always feel there was something
I had missed or lost.

Shouting to a steedge
as they spread across the sky.
Picking up spin
as the clouds began to dry.
The man who never was
and who never will be,
tracing a weary path of his infinity.

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Heading Home Again
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels)

I'm going away till tomorrow come.
I wanna see what the new day's brung.
And if the weather's favorable
and it don't look like rain,
I'll pack my bags and head home again.

I wanna be where that green grass grows.
I wanna see the place I love the most.
Where they know very little
about sorrow and pain.
I'm gonna pack my bags and head home again.

I'm gonna soak in all those familiar faces,
pull myself together as we gaze upon each other.
I'll tell them all about those far away places.
I'll tell my sister and tell my brother,
laugh with my faffy and cry with my mother.

I'm getting tired of all this hanging 'round.
And just as soon as first I'm settled down,
I'm gonna swallow up my pride
and bury down my shame.
I'm gonna pack my bags and head home again.
Yeah.

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Felicity
(Gary Moore)

Felicity, you and me,
could we make it three
if we only had the time?
Imagine life as man and wife
would be as yours and yours as mine, yeah.
Never mind the weather, birds of a feather,
we'll stick together won't we, Felicity?

When on the roads, drive carefully.
Remember you belong to me,
don't take chances in the sea.
We'll sit and watch the sunshine charge
and maybe cover our eyes,
tell the man to turn the power off the TV.

We'll have a small celebration,
just a few weeks vacation.
Whatever I do, we're free,
you and me, Felicity, yeah.
Never mind the weather, birds of a feather,
we'll stick together won't we?
But still you're just a dream.

I'm talking 'bout Felicity.

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Unco-Up Showband Blues
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels/Noel Bridgeman/Gary Moore)

Well, I tell all you pretty girls.
Hey, all you pretty girls
with your pretty faces.
Yeah, I wanna tell all you pretty girls.
Mm, all you pretty girls
with your pretty faces.
You know, do you ever meet these girls, baby.
Ho, but I say nothing and made no mistakes.

I got a job in a showband.
Working like a slave
six nights and every Sunday.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know they put me,
put me on a weekly wage.
But I say nothing, no, and made, made no mistakes.

I got a job in a showband.
Working like a slave
six nights and every Sunday.
Tadda-da, tadda-da, tadda-da,
tadda-da, tadda.
Baby, baby, hey I'm old,
do you ever meet, ever meet these girls.
But I say nothing and never made my big mistake.

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Morning Star Avenue
(Gary Moore)

Nothing to lie in your pockets,
don't give it a thought till later on.
Like a bulb without a socket,
no one will bother to turn you on.

But who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.
Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.

You've got no money to buy cheap wine.
Well, haven't you had enough for once?
Like a summer without sunshine,
it's been rain, just rain for months.

But who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.
Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.

Nothing to lie in your pockets,
don't give it a thought till later on.
Like a bulb without a socket,
no one will bother to turn you on.

But who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.
Who wants to know,
who wants to know?
No one wants to know.

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Oi'll Tell You Later
(Gary Moore)

I think I could tell you what you need.
Come with us in the past where my virtue weren't here.
People wouldn't understand
if I told them we were friends.
But it's not them I care about,
it's just a love that never mends.

You can laugh and have fun with others
when you're runnin' around the town.
And I wish I knew what made you get in touch with me
when things are down.

It's hard to accept this fact,
that all you wanna do is talk.
People that you tell about
would hardly settle for a walk.
But how can it be done again,
with someone you already know all about?
These are just the kind of friends
I can easily do without.

You can laugh and have fun with others
when you're runnin' around the town.
But I wish I knew what makes you get in touch with me
when things are down.

I've said it before and I'll say it again.
'Cause nothing than us ever gonna heals this pain
that I've been left here waiting for,
something that's gonna turn up for the best.
The time has come once more,
for these thoughts need the rest.

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Virgo's Daughter
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels)

I'll tell you what are your lucky numbers,
two, three, four and five.
I'll tell you what star you were born under,
I've checked with the sky.
I know you've thought about destiny
long before today.
What you believed before you met me,
it's not hard to say.

Since we met, I'd like to bet,
it was written in the stars.
Now you're here, it's all so clear,
about Jupiter and Mars.
Hold out your hand,
let me look at your palm,
so I can read the lines.
You're still pure, of that I'm sure.
Now I have learned your sign.

(Tonight is the night of the moon's eclipse.)
Tonight is the night of the moon's eclipse.
(With a little luck I get to kiss your lips.)
With a little luck I get to kiss your lips.
(Everything is lucky now.)
Everything is lucky now.
(And it's something on my rabbit's foot.)
Pins on you to my rabbit's foot.

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New Faces, Old Places
(Brendan "Brush" Shiels)

Everybody knows this evening,
this old house we'll be leaving forever.
And everybody knows we've had
good times here, me and my old dad together.
A piece of paper says we have to go
to make way for a wider road.

Auntie Queenie hides a tear
as she sees back in all those years together.
And uncle John tries to hang on,
only time has come to say "So long" forever.
People who will probably never know,
they'll be using our house as a road.

They've promised us a new home,
one to call our very own.
But what good are new places
without old faces?

Neighbours come to say goodbye,
Reverend sprinted 'round every eye, "Don't cry".
Kisses swap around like gold.
no one has to be told, this is goodbye.

They've promised us a new home,
one to call our very own.
But what good are new places
without old faces?

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