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+Matheus BC Here ye go Matheus: I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS CH. I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS, AND ONCE AGAIN I STAND ALONE, CRUCIFIED FOR MY SINS, THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN… V1. WELL I WISH SHE WAS WAITING FOR ME BACK AT HOME, ‘COS WITH ICE IN MY HEART I HAD TOLD HER TO GO, NOW I REGRET MY SIN AS MY ANGUISH BEGINS, I HIDE IN THE BOTTLE THAT I NOW LIVE IN, & BETWEEN BARS I FLOAT, AS I SING RAGLAN ROAD, WITH A PINT IN MY HAND & A LUMP IN MY THRO-O-OAT... CH. I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS, AND ONCE AGAIN I STAND ALONE, CRUCIFIED FOR MY SINS, THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN… V2. AS THE BOYS SHOUT FOR MORE, THERE’S ME DOSH ON THE FLOOR, AS I STAGGER TOWARDS THE BOOZERS’ OLD DOOR, & I’M OFF DOWN THE STREET, THOUGH UNSURE ON MY FEET, HOPING HER OPEN ARMS WAIT THERE FOR ME, AS I STUMBLE & FALL FROM THE STAIRS TO THE HALL, THERE’S ONLY AN ECHO TO ANSWER MY CALL, & I BURST IN THE ROOM, CAST AROUND IN THE GLOOM, WHERE ONCE WAS OUR HOME’S NOW THE STILL OF THE TOMB... CH. I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS, AND ONCE AGAIN I STAND ALONE, CRUCIFIED FOR MY SINS, THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN… CH. I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS, AND ONCE AGAIN I STAND ALONE, CRUCIFIED FOR MY SINS, THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN… THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY O-O-O-O-OWN, THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN Quiet CH.> I TURN MY FACE TO THE FOUR WINDS, AND ONCE AGAIN I STAND ALONE, CRUCIFIED FOR MY SINS, THE CROSS I CARRY IS MY OWN... Written by Leeson O'Keeffe (© Copyright Control)

@@NECK6PsychoCeilidh Thank you so much. These lyrics are a f*** master piece

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+LordDerek: Here ye go: TINK V1> Through the Glastonbury glaur, through my bleary eyes I saw A tiny vision in khaki, mud & pink... - A huge camera in her hands- she was off to snap the bands: Right there & then I became enthralled by Tink... B1> I ain’t thinkin’ about the size she ain’t, I’m thinkin’ about the size she is: ‘cos inside that tiny, pretty frame there beats a heart so big... CH> TINK! -SPRINKLE YOUR FAERY DUST ON ME! TINK! - Agrá , mo cailín sí... TINK! -SPRINKLE YOUR FAERY DUST ON ME, & Carry me off, carry me off, Carry me off on your faery wings... V2> & in an Alabama haze, during Beautiful Days From dear ould Dublin to New York City... So now when I see her flit around the photo pit, I pray to God that her focus is on me... B2> I ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout the size she ain’t, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the size she is: To me, she fills up any room & gets my heart all in a whizz... CH> TINK! -SPRINKLE YOUR FAERY DUST ON ME! TINK! - Agrá , mo cailín sí... TINK! -SPRINKLE YOUR FAERY DUST ON ME, & Carry me off, carry me off, Carry me off on your faery wings... Out> Your faery wings, Your faery wings, Your faery wings, Your faery wings....

There's a band I haven'y heard of in a decade. Or more