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They Never Came Home (Stardust Song)

In the early hours of the morning of Saturday February 14th 1981, a fire occurred at the Stardust Ballroom in Artane, Dublin, in which forty eight persons tragically lost their lives. ~
The song “They Never Came Home”, refers to the victims and families of this tragic event.

They Never Came Home (Stardust Song)

Lyrics: Christopher Andrew “Christy” Moore.
Vocals: Irish folk singer, songwriter and guitarist Christy Moore.

They Never Came Home (Stardust Song)

When St. Valentine’s day comes around once a year,
Our thoughts turn to love, as the time it draws near,
Sweethearts and darlings, husbands and wives,
Pledge love and devotion for the rest of their lives.
As the day turns to evening soon night time does fall,
Young people get ready for the Valentine’s Ball,
As the night rings with laughter, some families still mourn,
The 48 children who never came home.

Chorus
Have we forgotten the suffering and pain,
The survivors and the victims of the fire in Artane,
The mothers and fathers forever to mourn,
The 48 children who never came home.


It was down to the Stardust they all made their way,
The bouncers looked on as they lined up to pay,
The records were spinning, there’s dancing as well
Just how the fire started sure no one can tell.
In a matter of seconds confusion did reign,
The room was in darkness, fire exits were chained,
The firefighters wept for they could not hide,
Their sorrow and anger for those left inside.

Repeat Chorus

Throughout the city the bad news it spread,
There’s a fire in the Stardust, with 48 dead.
Hundreds of children are injured and maimed,
And all just because the fire exits were chained.
Our leaders were shocked, grim statements were made,
They shed tears by the graves, as the bodies were laid,
The injured have waited in vain for 4 years,
It seems like our leaders shed crocodile tears.

Repeat Chorus

Half a million was paid in solicitor’s fees,
A fortune to the owner and his family,
It’s hard to believe that not one penny came,
To the working class people, who suffered the pain.
The days turn to weeks and the weeks turn to years
Our laws favour the rich, or so it appears.
A woman still waits for her kids to come home,
Injustice breeds anger and that’s what’s been done.

Chorus
Let us remember the suffering and pain,
The survivors and victims of the fire in Artane,
The mothers and fathers forever to mourn,
The 48 children who never came home.
END

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Eve Of Destruction.

Eve Of Destruction.

The song hereunder references social issues experienced in the mid 1960’s, including the turmoil, both then and now, in the Middle East.

Lyrics: American singer and songwriter, Philip Gary “Flip” Sloan.
Vocals: American singer and songwriter Barry McGuire.

Eve Of Destruction.

The Eastern world, it is explodin’,
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’,
You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’,
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin’,
But you tell me,
Over and over and over again, my friend,
How you don’t believe,
We’re on the eve of destruction.
Don’t you understand what I’m trying to say,
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away,
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you boy, it’s bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me,
Over and over and over again, my friend,
How you don’t believe,
We’re on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin’,
I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’,
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation,
And marches alone can’t bring integration,
When human respect is disintegratin’,
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’,
And you tell me over and over and over again, my friend,
How you don’t believe,
We’re on the eve of destruction.
And think of all the hate there is in Red China,
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama,
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space,
But when you return, it’s the same old place,
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace,
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace,
And you tell me,
Over and over and over and over again, my friend,
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
No no, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
END

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When Did I Get Old?

When Did I Get Old?

“Material wealth has no real value. What really matters is the time we spend with those we love; for such is the cycle of life, for each individual, on this troubled planet.”

When Did I Get Old?

Lyrics: Derrick Clinton Dove.
Vocals: American blues group, ‘Derrick Dove and the Peacekeepers’.

When did I get old, when did everything change?
I don’t recognise this world,
I don’t remember this pain.
Did time speed up or did I slow down?
When did I get old, it’s all behind me now.
I used to fly so high and not fear a thing.
I was ten foot tall everybody knew my name,
But the world keeps turning statues begin to fall,
And now I’m just a man that used to have it all.
So when did I get old when did everything change?
I don’t recognise this world,
I don’t remember this pain.
Did time speed up or did I slow down,
So when did I get old it’s all behind me now?
Well, there ain’t much left of the man I was.
I’m just a rusty outline covered in dust,
But it happens to the best, the best of us all,
Another one rises while another one falls.
When did I get old when did everything change?
I don’t recognise this world,
I don’t remember this pain.
Did time speed up or did I slow down?
When did I get old it’s all behind me now.
When did I get old it’s almost over now.


END

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No Stranger To The Rain.

Its raining non stop here in Thurles, Co. Tipperary today, so for those of you with a roof over your head, we bring you a ballad from the voice of Sean Keane.

Sean Keane, by the way, will be appearing here in Co. Tipperary this month, on Tuesday, April 30th at Cahir House Hotel with John Glenn, Pat McKenna, PJ Murrihy, Aishling Rafferty, Martin Cuffe and Effie Neill; backed by John Dolan and the ‘Off the Kuff’ band.
Doors for this Tipp Mid West Radio Concert will open at 7:00pm, with the concert beginning sharp at 8:00pm.

Tickets are available for pre-sale now, priced €25. Same can be purchased over the phone; Tel: 062 52 555.
From next week tickets are available from Tipp Mid West Radio Station on St Michael’s Street in Tipperary Town; Danny Ryan’s Music Shop in Tipperary Town and at Noel Fahy’s Footwear Shop in Cashel.

No Stranger To The Rain.

Lyrics: American singer and songwriter Sonny Curtis.
Vocals: Irish Co. Galway singer and musician Sean Keane.

No Stranger To The Rain.

I’m no stranger to the rain,
I’m a friend of thunder,
Friend, is it any wonder lightning strikes me?
I’ve fought with the devil,
Got down on his level,
But never gave in, so he gave up on me.
I’m no stranger to the rain,
I can spot bad weather,
And I’m good at finding shelter in a downpour.
I’ve been sacrificed by brothers,
Crucified by lovers,
Through it all, I withstood the pain.
I’m no stranger to the rain.
When I get that foggy feeling,
The one I’m feeling now,
If I don’t keep my head, I may drown,
It’s hard to keep believing,
I’ll even come out even,
While the rain beats a hole in the ground,
And tonight, it’s really coming down.
I’m no stranger to the rain,
There’ll always be tomorrow,
And I’ll beg, steal, or borrow a little sunshine.
I’ll put this cloud behind me,
That’s how the man designed me,
To ride the wind and dance in a hurricane,
I’m no stranger to the rain.
I’m no stranger to the rain,
I’m a friend of thunder,
Friend, is it any wonder lightning strikes me?
I’ll put this cloud behind me,
That’s how the man designed me,
To ride the wind and dance in a hurricane.
I’m no stranger to the rain.
I’m no stranger to the rain.

END

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Sunday’s Coming.

Sunday’s Coming.

The Easter associated song hereunder, ‘Sunday’s Coming, is a rousing anthem that resonates with the many people around the world, facing everyday challenges. The lyrics, ‘Keep on holding on’, encourages Christians, in particular,to persist in their beliefs and to never lose that feeling of expectation for a more favourable future outcome.

Lyrics: Ethan Hulse, Nick Schwarz, Zach Williams
Vocals: American Christian rock artist Zachary Stephen Williams (Zach Williams).

Sunday’s Coming.

When your week feels like a beat down,
And you can’t tell the night from day,
And you’re tired of fighting battles,
When all you feel is pain, oh, it’s a heavy weight.
There’s hope on the horizon,
The cross was not the end,
Let joy come in the morning,
And, child, lift your head, don’t you give up yet.

Keep on holding on, there’s gonna be a breakthrough,
Keep on holding on, don’t stay buried in that grave.
If He can roll the stone, He can send the darkness running,
It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming,
It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming,

So let your soul start singing,
And dry those tear-stained eyes,
There’s a new life and you can breathe in,
You’re gonna see the light on the other side.

Keep on holding on, there’s gonna be a breakthrough,
Keep on holding on, don’t stay buried in that grave.
If He can roll the stone, He can send the darkness running,
It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming,
It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming,

(Oh oh), Sunday’s coming,
(Oh oh), Sunday’s coming,

For the mama’s praying for the family,
(Your Sunday’s coming,)
For the daddy’s struggling to make ends meet,
(Your Sunday’s coming,)
And if addiction’s bringing you,to your knees,
(Your Sunday’s coming,)
Oh, if anybody here wants to be set free,
(Your Sunday’s coming,)

Keep on holding on, there’s gonna be a breakthrough,
Keep on holding on, don’t stay buried in that grave,
If He can roll the stone, He can send the darkness running,
It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming,
It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday’s coming.

END

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