Sunrise
Over the weekend Ken mentioned Divine Comedy and I said I'd give him copies of my songs. I've been listening to them over the past few days. I forgot how good they were. Sunrise is a fantasic song about the Northern Ireland conflict:
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Sunrise
I was born in Londonderry
I was born in Derry City too
Oh what a special child
To see such things and still to smile
I know that there was something wrong
But I kept my head down and carried on
I grew up in Enniskillen
I grew up in Inis Ceathlain too
Oh what a clever boy
To watch your hometown be destroyed
I know that I could not stay long
So I kept my head down and carried on
Who cares where national borders lie
Who cares whose laws you're governed by
Who cares what name you call a town
Who'll care when you're six feet beneath the ground
From the corner of my eye
A hint of blue in the black sky
A ray of hope, a beam of light
An end to thirty years of night
The church-bells ring, the children sing
What is this strange and beautiful thing
It's the sunrise
Can you see the sunrise?
I can see the sunrise
***
God I'm tired. It was our Amnesty International AGM last night (I'm still Stop Violence Against Women subgroup leader, I have gotta start up our meetings again and try and sort a candle light vigil for 8th March...) and I made the mistake of having a coffee at about 8.30pm. I should know better by now - it kept me up until past 3am. Ergh.
My tiredness isn't helped by the fact I spent 4 hours in the pub after work today with Karen who has just broken up with her boyfriend of 6 years. Thankfully the agreement is that it was the right decision and she seems to be taking it very well.
What's nagging me tonight, however, is valentines day... this is gonna sound extremely pathetic - don't laugh - but I have never been in a relationship on valentines day before. OK, its a relationship in its infancy but still... The last valentine's card I received was from Robert, the wee deaf mail guy at my old office who gave a card and a box of sweeties to a girl on every floor of the building. *deep calming breath* I am so pathetic! ;D
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Sunrise
I was born in Londonderry
I was born in Derry City too
Oh what a special child
To see such things and still to smile
I know that there was something wrong
But I kept my head down and carried on
I grew up in Enniskillen
I grew up in Inis Ceathlain too
Oh what a clever boy
To watch your hometown be destroyed
I know that I could not stay long
So I kept my head down and carried on
Who cares where national borders lie
Who cares whose laws you're governed by
Who cares what name you call a town
Who'll care when you're six feet beneath the ground
From the corner of my eye
A hint of blue in the black sky
A ray of hope, a beam of light
An end to thirty years of night
The church-bells ring, the children sing
What is this strange and beautiful thing
It's the sunrise
Can you see the sunrise?
I can see the sunrise
***
God I'm tired. It was our Amnesty International AGM last night (I'm still Stop Violence Against Women subgroup leader, I have gotta start up our meetings again and try and sort a candle light vigil for 8th March...) and I made the mistake of having a coffee at about 8.30pm. I should know better by now - it kept me up until past 3am. Ergh.
My tiredness isn't helped by the fact I spent 4 hours in the pub after work today with Karen who has just broken up with her boyfriend of 6 years. Thankfully the agreement is that it was the right decision and she seems to be taking it very well.
What's nagging me tonight, however, is valentines day... this is gonna sound extremely pathetic - don't laugh - but I have never been in a relationship on valentines day before. OK, its a relationship in its infancy but still... The last valentine's card I received was from Robert, the wee deaf mail guy at my old office who gave a card and a box of sweeties to a girl on every floor of the building. *deep calming breath* I am so pathetic! ;D