Vocals: Irish folk band The Dubliners and Luke Kelly. Lyrics: Scotland born and Canada-based folksinger and songwriter Enoch Kent.
The Button Pusher.
I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob. The most pleasing thing about it, it’s almost a permanent job. When the atom war is over, and the world is split in three, A consolation I got, well maybe it’s not, there’ll be nobody left but me.
I sit at me desk in Washington in charge of this great machine, More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than strychnine, And in the evening after a tiring day, just to give myself a laugh, I hit the button a playful belt and I listen for the blast.
Chorus: Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob. The most pleasing thing about it, it’s almost a permanent job, When the atom war is over, and the world is split in three, A consolation I got, well maybe it’s not, there’ll be nobody left but me.
RepeatChorus: If Brezhnev starts his nonsense, and makes a nasty spell, With a wink and a nod from Nixon, I’ll blast them all to hell, And as for that Fidel Castro, him with the sugar cane, He needn’t hide behind his whiskers, I’ll get him just the same.
RepeatChorus: If me wife denies me con-jugular rights or my breakfast milk is sour, From eight to nine in the morning you’re in for a nervous hour. The button being so terribly close, it’s really a dreadful joke, A butt with my arse, as I go past, and we’ll all go up in smoke.
RepeatChorus: Now I’m thinking of joining the army, the army that bans the bomb. We’ll take up a large collection, and I’ll donate my thumb. For without it, I am helpless, and that’s the way to be. You don’t have to kill the whole bloody lot to make the people free.
Lyrics and Vocals: American rock singer, songwriter, and guitarist, nicknamed “The Boss”, the great Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen.
Across the Border.
Tonight, my bag is packed, tomorrow I’ll walk these tracks, That will lead me across the border. Tomorrow, my love and I will sleep beneath auburn skies, Somewhere across the border. We’ll leave behind, my dear, the pain and sadness we found here, And we’ll drink from the Bravo’s muddy waters, Where the sky grows gray and wide, we’ll meet on the other side, There across the border. For you, I’ll build a house high upon a grassy hill, Somewhere across the border. Where pain and memory, pain and memory have been stilled, There across the border. Sweet blossoms fill the air, pastures of gold and green, Roll down into cool, clear waters, And in your arms ‘neath open skies, I’ll kiss the sorrow from your eyes, There across the border. Tonight we’ll sing the songs and I’ll dream of you, my corazón☼, And tomorrow my heart will be strong. May the saints’ blessings and grace carry me safely into your arms, There across the border. For what are we without hope in our hearts, That someday we’ll drink from God’s blessed waters? And eat the fruit from the vine, I know love and fortune will be mine, Somewhere across the border.
END ☼“Corazón” in Spanish translates to “Sweetheart” or “My heart” in English.
Line Dancing takes place on Friday next, May 23rd in Cashel Library from 11:00am – 12:00 noon. It’s a fun way to exercise, socialise, make friends and a great way to finish our Bealtaine events.
Dancing and music is an essential part of self-care and well-being in this busy environment. So do come along and enjoy a great morning.
Remember: Booking Essential to Tel. No. 062-63825 with spaces limited for this FREE Event.
******** “Dust those boots off and get ready to dance! ” ********
Visitors attending this eventcan locate the Cashel Library building; situated on Friar Street, Lady’s Well, Cashel, Co. Tipperary, HERE. (G487+RX).
Lyrics and Vocals: American Christian worship singer, songwriter Jenn Johnson.
You’re Gonna Be Okay.
I know it’s all you’ve got to just be strong, And it’s a fight just to keep it together, together. I know you think that you are too far gone, But hope is never lost, Hope is never lost. Hold on, don’t let go, Hey, hold on, don’t let go. Just take one step, closer, Put one foot in front of the other, You’ll get through this, Just follow the light in the darkness. You’re gonna be okay. I know your heart is heavy from those nights, Just remember that you are a fighter, a fighter. You never know just what tomorrow holds, You’re stronger than you know, You’re stronger than you know. Hold on, don’t let go, Hey, hold on, don’t let go. Just take one step, closer, Put one foot in front of the other, You’ll get through this. Just follow the light in the darkness, One step, closer. Put one foot in front of the other, You’ll get through this. Just follow the light in the darkness, You’re gonna be okay. And when the night is closing in, Don’t give up, and don’t give in. This won’t last, it’s not the end, it’s not the end, You’re gonna be okay. When the night is closing in, Don’t give up, and don’t give in. This won’t last, it’s not the end, it’s not the end, You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.
Lyrics and vocals: American country singer, songwriter, musician, actress, and philanthropist Ms Dolly Rebecca Parton.
Everything Is Beautiful (In Its Own Way).
When I look out over a green field of clover, Or watch the sunset at the end of the day, I get kind of moody when I see such beauty, Everything’s beautiful in it’s own way. When I see a fountain flow from a mountain, Or see April showers bring flowers to May, I can’t help but ponder, life is such a wonder, An’ everything’s beautiful in it’s own way. Words can’t describe what I feel inside, When I see the beauty in each coming day. What my eyes behold can’t be bought or sold, An’ everything’s beautiful in it’s own way. When I see the clouds form a black summer wind storm, That uproots the harvest and hurls it away, In the midst of such anger, destruction and danger, The storm’s even beautiful in it’s own way. When I see the leaves drop from off of the treetops, Or watch the snow fall on a cold winter’s day, My thoughts seem to wander into the blue yonder, God, made each thing beautiful in it’s own way. Words can’t describe what I feel inside, When I see the beauty in each coming day. What my eyes behold can’t be bought or sold, An’ everything’s beautiful in it’s own way. In it’s own way. In it’s own way.
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