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Whisky in the Jar `New Model Army`

Whisky in the Jar (Traditional) As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains I spied Captain Farrel and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then I produced my rapier

No Rest `New Model Army`

No Rest (Sullivan/Morrow/Heaton) Ch: 4 o'clock in the morning And still we cannot sleep Turning over turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God

Whisky in the Jar `The Seekers`

(Chorus:) Musha rig um do rum da, Whack fol the daddy o, Whack fol the daddy o, There's whisky in the jar.

Whisky In The Jar `Seekers`

I said stand o'er and deliver or the devil he may take ya. Musha ring dum a do dum a da. Whack for my daddy-o, Whack for my daddy-o. There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Brave New World `New Model Army`

Brave New World (Sullivan/Heaton/Harris/Joolz) The office lines are busy And the girls are working hard Tonight they'll be out clubbing With their boyfriends busy wishing they were Gentlemen

Brave New World 2 `New Model Army`

Brave New World 2 (Sullivan/Heaton/Harris/Joolz) The thick black smoke comes rising up, silent in these dreams There's faces leering through the haze, that ripples in the heat And words are just

The Charge `New Model Army`

The Charge (Sullivan/Heaton) Our history speaks in thunder From a thousand village halls In blood and sweat and sacrifice In honouring every call So the forces gathered against the thorn A-

The Attack `New Model Army`

The Attack (Sullivan) Now the talking's over Plans are laid and the hour is set Glances round the table Eyes all shining, dark and bright We meet again at daybreak For the day that will be ours

1984 `New Model Army`

1984 (Sullivan) The vans they come in convoys now Stealing through the dawn Silent in the countryside In the hills up to the north There's road blocks on the Meden bridge There's click click

Summer in the City `New Model Army`

Summer in the City (Lovin' Spoonful) Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck gettin' dirt-'n'-gritty Bend down, isn't it a pity Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city All around people

Living in the Rose `New Model Army`

Living in the Rose (Sullivan/Heaton) The lovers they kiss and slowly they turn for drawing a breath there is nothing but time A thousand million years before we crash in the sun And I know we

White Light `New Model Army`

White Light (Sullivan/Heaton) It's another heroes' sunset I'm riding on the Great North Road Coiled and tensed in wonder As the land turns burning gold Ch: Out in the sun, out in the wind

Vengeance `New Model Army`

Vengeance (Sullivan) Escaped the net in '45 Hiding out in South America Protected by money and powerful friends Hoping the world has forgotten by now All the things that you did in the Nazi Death

Fate `New Model Army`

world at obsession speed Leave a dust trail crossing the land I'm crying out in fury to the gods of fate Come on, get me if you can I'm a master at the art of how to kill I've killed the things

Changing of the Light `New Model Army`

Changing of the Light (Sullivan) The sky is broken in grey and in silver The wind blows clean We watch the shadows chase across the hillside And out to sea You and I, we're nearly full circle

The Cause `New Model Army`

The Cause (Sullivan) Headline in the paper tells of fighting in the streets Teenage battles; six arrested Mutters in the council chambers, something must be done Before our city streets become

Poison Street `New Model Army`

Poison Street (Sullivan/Heaton) We were singing in the rain Like we invented singing There's a light in the sky From a million street lights And we danced all the steps From all those old time

The Hunt `New Model Army`

The Hunt (Sullivan/Heaton) We went into town on the Tuesday night Searching all the places that you hang about We're looking for you In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs In the discotheques

Killing `New Model Army`

we go - beneath the wires stretched against the sky, spitting out in desperation - stop the killing . . .

Tales of the Road `New Model Army`

Tales of the Road (Sullivan) The caravan flipped over two, three times Went spinning down the carriageway Breaking up into splinters Wheels turning around in the dust at the foot of the hill

Orange Tree Roads `New Model Army`

Orange Tree Roads (Justin Sullivan) It was late, we were driving home in the rain I thought I saw something flying across the two-lane It was white like an angel - or like curse There and gone

All of This `New Model Army`

All of This (Sullivan/Heaton) There's a sentry in a uniform To watch the VIPs along the hall Strategical discussions taking place Behind the steel plated wall The agents issue the statements

Christian Militia `New Model Army`

Christian Militia (Sullivan/Morrow) There's a witch hunt coming Screaming out on it's rebirth There's a crusade coming Hellfires back here on earth See the light in their eyes shine Listen to

Winter Song `New Model Army`

Winter Song All rise for the king in all his rage and glory All kneel for the queen, her secret silver whisper 'cross the snowbound field slowly the silent procession moves And we follow behind,

Gigabyte Wars `New Model Army`

In the gigabyte wars - round and round we go, beneath the vapour trails - tangled up inside in a web of lies, hostages of fortune and savage tales.

My People `New Model Army`

My People (Sullivan) Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their faces The children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurling Protect us in these changing times, The warm embrace,

Running in the Rain `New Model Army`

Running in the Rain (Sullivan) So many words are spoken Round and round and round and round So many confidences broken In this town Too many cigarettes I don't want to feel like this anymore

No Greater Love `New Model Army`

No Greater Love (Sullivan/Morrow/Heaton) There's storm clouds amassing over in the west Up above the moor The city shines in grey, mills closing down On the valley floor All you can do here is

Leeds Road 3am `New Model Army`

Leeds Road 3am (Sullivan/Dean) The Festival is over and the strings of coloured lights are blowing crazy in the coming wind One bulb comes loose, shatters on the ground The empty streets pick

Headlights `New Model Army`

Headlights (Sullivan/Heaton/Nelson) Lit up like a Christmas tree, the oil refinery glows in the night; and down by the shoreline the seagulls fly white, against the black.