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1 Unfinished Business
2 I Love You But You Love Him.
3 Something To Change
4 Say You Dont Mean
5 Oceans Of Time
6 Harvest Time
7 The Cocks Are Crowing
8 I Like How You Think
9 Maybe Tomorrow
10 Once In A Lifetime
11 Lord Thomas And Fair Ellender
Unfinished Business
(Paul Brady / Sharon Vaughn)
It’s another broken night
And I’ve wrestled till the dawn
With some old unfinished business
That insists on hanging on
Thought I’d put it all to rest
But as usual I’m wrong
Like the time I said goodbye to
The one that really was the one
Chorus:
Days go by
But memories have a longer life
Keep my heart pre-occupied
Show up in the strangest places
Now I’m lying here with you
And you ask what’s on my mind
It’s just some old unfinished business
From an unforgotten time
Now it isn’t fair I know
To compare you to a dream
That will always be as perfect
As the love that should’ve been
Days go by
But memories have a longer life
Keep my heart pre-occupied
Show up in the strangest places
Now I’m lying here with you
And you ask what’s on my mind
It’s just some old unfinished business
From an unforgotten time
Days go by
Days go by
Days go by
(Round Hill Music/BMG rights Scandinavia)
(Paul Brady/Paul Muldoon)
I love what’s fair and square and any situation where
your Ying fits my Yang
You love love-triangles and all the bits that dangle
from that loser who’s your new hang
I love back slang, you love a back rub
I love my needle shower, you love your hot tub
I love my grub, you love your gym
I love you but you love him
Oh no!
I love films like Ben Hur and John Ford westerns
Where they put the horse before the cart
You love to seem artless though you set out to be heartless
to the guy you met on St Bart’s
I love a clean start, you love a full stop
I love Chicago blues, you love your Hip-Hop
Me I’m into rollmops, you Pacific Rim
I love you but you love him
Oh no!
Yehudi loved Hendrix, Segovia dug young Jimmy Page
Gimme one last chance, I’ll show you we’re born to share the stage
I love Robert Frost, you love Rilke
I go for kashmir, you love your silk
Me, I want my whole milk, with you it’s gotta be skim
This pas-de-deux was just a whim
I love you but you love him
Oh no!
(Round Hill music /Domino music publishing)
Something To Change
(Paul Brady / Sharon Vaughn)
New day… But everything’s still the same
It’s been this way too long
And I can’t stand the thought of another one
Insane, might be…
But that’s me and here come the monkey wrench!
Not looking for trouble
Not looking for trouble
Just looking for something
Something to change
Dog tired, it’s a frightenin’ physical thing
Inside I’m all balled up and there’s no getting out of it
It’s not right hold tight
I’m just ‘bout to sling shot me outta here
Not looking for trouble
Not looking for trouble
Just looking for something
Something to change
Change
For the sake of it
Change
Just a little bit
Change
For the love of it
Stuck in a rut and I’m so damn sick of it
Change
For the hell of it
Change
I love the smell of it
Change , change, change!
Not looking for trouble
Not looking for trouble
Just looking for something
Something for to change
Not looking for trouble
Not looking for trouble
Just looking for something
(Round Hill Music/BMG rights Scandinavia)
Say You Don’t Mean
(Paul Brady/Paul Muldoon)
You say Matisse and Picasso scanned the Montparnasse sky
They envied Samson in Gaza his blind all-seeing eye
Not to mention his outrageous hair
You say no decent painter will set a thing down straight
Only a breaker of boundaries may be truly great
Think Rimbaud, think Baudelaire
You say that I’ve misread the venting of your spleen
Chorus
All the terrible things you’ve said
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
The horrible things you’ve done
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
Haw haw haw haw haw!!
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
Next up James Joyce and Sam Beckett
They scanned the Sandymount sky
All they saw was small potatoes they’d bigger fish to fry
Ain’t it always some revolt?
You say a decent writer always tells it slant
i should take my need for order down to the assembly plant
Think Henry Ford and Samuel Colt
You say I’ve jumped the gun………… By raising the umpteen
Chorus 2
Terrible things you’ve said
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
All the horrible things you’ve done
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
Haw haw haw haw haw!!
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
A renewal slip from Time magazine
On which you scrawled “try not to cling”
was your last communique
You say you don’t mean to be mean
And that none of this means anything
But you don’t mean a single thing you say
You say Beefheart and Frank Zappa scanned the Mojave sky
it seemed the mighty Mississippi had left them high and dry
While their all-night parties disturbed the peace
you say no decent singer loves the first path he takes
but waits for a real zinger the mother of all snakes
Think Sinatra, think Marvin Gaye
You say you’ll no longer shun the fact you must come clean
(about) the terrible things you’ve said
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
All the horrible things you’ve done
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
All the miserable thoughts you thought
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
And the pitiful games you play
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
Haw haw haw haw haw!!
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
(you say you don’t mean, you say you don’t mean)
(Round Hill music /Domino music publishing)
Paul Brady / Sharon Vaughn)
Come every day it’s sink or swim
Take it to heart or on a whim
Are we the loser or the hero?
It’s a dice throw
So what if we lose our focus
Nobody’s gonna notice
Oceans of time will wash on by
Ebbing and flowing through our lives
Why should we hurry up the tide?
You and I
Only have oceans of time
Sunrise to sunrise it’s a game
Twenty-four hours it doesn’t change
No point to beg steal or borrow
From tomorrow
Whatever we need we have it
Let’s not get stuck in traffic
Oceans of time will wash on by
Ebbing and flowing through our lives
Why should we hurry up the tide?
You and I
Only have oceans of time
(Round Hill Music/BMG rights Scandinavia)
(Paul Brady / Sharon Vaughn)
I’ve been working this old ground
How long I don’t know
Planting here and hoeing there
Trying to make stuff grow
Always in a wishful state of mind
Waiting for my harvest moon to shine
All the right intentions
But my timing ends up wrong
Me and that old universe
Ain’t singing the same song
Mostly I’m just howling out of tune
Up at someone else’s harvest moon
Hey! Mother nature
Why can’t we be friends?
Lately all your stars are out of line
Say next year will be my harvest time
Work all day till leaving time
Try every trick I know
Up and down and back and forth
Nowhere left to go
Friends say I’m a fool to keep on trying
Some folks just be not the farming kind
Hey! Mother nature
Why, tell me why
You fill every table up but mine
Say next year will be my harvest time
Lately all your stars are out of line
Say next year will be my harvest time
Harvest time
Harvest time
(Round Hill Music/BMG rights Scandinavia)
(Traditional arranged Paul Brady)
The cocks are crowing, daylight’s appearing
It’s drawing near to the break of day
Arise my charmer out of your slumber
Arise my darling and come away
When he came to his true love’s window
He kneel-ed low down upon a stone
And through a pane he did whisper slowly
Arise my darling and let me in
Who is that that is at my window
Who is that that knows me so well?
It’s me it’s me your poor wounded lover
That fain would talk, love, unto you a while
Go away, love, and ask your daddy
If he’ll allow you my bride to be
And if he says no then return and tell me
For this is the last night i will trouble you.
My dada he’s in his bed chamber
He’s fast asleep on his bed of ease
But in his pocket there lies a letter
Which readeth far love unto your dispraise
Oh what dispraise can he give unto me?
A faithful husband to you I’ll be
And what other neighbours have round their houses
The same my darling you will have with me
Go away then and ask your Mammie
If she’ll allow you my bride to be
And if she says no then come back and tell me
For this is the last night I will trouble you.
My mama she’s an oldish woman
She scarce would hear, love, one word I say
But she bids you go and to court some other
For I’m not fit, love, your bride to be
I may go but I will court no other
My heart is link-ed all in your charms
I would have you wed, love, and leave your Mammie
For you’re just fit to lie in your true love’s arms
I will go unto the wild mountain
Where I’ll see nothing but the wild deer
Nor I’ll eat nothing but the wild herbs
Nor I’ll drink nothing but my true love’s tears
If Kellyboyne it was mine in a chorus
And the green fields they were mine in white
And if my pen was made of the tempered steel sure
My true love’s praises I could never write.
( Round Hill Music)
(Paul Brady/ Paul Muldoon)
Like two characters from Looney Toons
We’ve been mowing your lawn all afternoon
Maybe there was too much grass
Or it’s plain old ‘mower out of gas’
but she’s packed it in
Maybe it’s a job with perks
But my patience for this kinda work
Is really wearing thin
Chorus
So when I hear you say
We should have a little drink
I’m with you all the way
I like how you think
I’m with you all the way
I like how you think
I’ve been turning one ear to the Caps v the Bruins
On a losing streak since mid-afternoon
Maybe your husband’s rule
About nobody using the pool
Had me throw in the sponge
Maybe since he’s not around
You might just be down
For taking the plunge?
And when i hear you say
You’re hovering on the brink
I’m with you all the way
I like how you think
You’re starting to make my day
I like how you think
Somebody tell me please
What’s with the smell of a new-mown lawn?
Soon as it hits my nose i’m thinking Don Juan
Podiatrical pain can’t be over too soon
We’ll have walked ten miles come late afternoon
Maybe we’ll end up asleep
Where the new-mown cuttings are heaped
And not wake up till dawn
Maybe we’ll rewind the hose
When we’ve watered that rambling rose
Blooming on your lawn
For when I hear you say
You don’t mind a little kink
I’m with you all the way
I like how you think
You’re starting to make my day
I really like how you think
And when I hear you say
You’re hovering on the brink
I’m with you all the way
I like how you think
You’re starting to make my day
I like how you think
I’m with you all the way
I like how you think
You’re starting to make my day
I really like how you think
I like how you think
I like how you think
(Round Hill Music/ Domino Music)
Maybe Tomorrow
(Paul Brady / Sharon Vaughn)
Any grown-up ought to know better than to be here
But it’s so hard to steer clear
When I’m around you
Got no business
Showing up where I don’t belong
We both know it’s wrong
Chorus
I might live to regret this, for not walking away
May be going to Hell but not today
Right now i’m in Heaven, Heaven knows i won’t stay
Hate myself in the morning but not today
Maybe tomorrow but not today
This could hit the top of the list of mistakes that I have made
I know I’m gonna pay but I can’t help it
I can deal with the consequences somewhere down the line
But now is not the time
Repeat chorus:
( Round Hill Music/ BMG Rights, Scandinavia)
(Paul Brady/ Ralph Murphy)
You’ve had promises broken
You’ve heard lie upon lie
You’ve been hurting all over
In your search for the perfect guy
Time and again you pick ‘em
Time and again you’re wrong
Time right now to believe
That a real love’s gonna come along
Sometimes once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime
Makes up for all mistakes
Sometimes once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime
Is all it takes
Real love waits its moment
Real love won’t play games
Doesn’t need a fuss or a fanfare
Never mind what the magazines claim
You’ve been lost in a dreamworld
Waitin’ for the earth to move
Wondering why the bells aren’t ringin’
Don’t you know real love’s got a whole other groove?
Sometimes once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime
Makes up for all mistakes
Sometimes once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime
Is all it takes
In just one magic moment
Suddenly you’ll fall
Anyone with a heart wide open
Can win it all
Sometimes once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime
Makes up for all mistakes
Sometimes once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime
Is all it takes
Sometimes once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime
We’re blessed with the real stuff
Sometimes once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime
Is just enough
Is just enough.
( Round Hill/ Hornall Brothers Music )
(Traditional arranged Paul Brady)
Oh, father, oh father, come riddle to me,
Come riddle it all as one,
And tell me whether to marry Fair Ellen
Or bring the brown girl home?
The brown girl she has house and land,
Fair Ellender she has none,
So therefore I charge you with my blessing
Go bring the brown girl home’.
He got on his horse and he rode and he rode,
He rode ’til he came to her hall,
And no one so ready as Fair Ellen herself
To rise and welcome him in.
What news have you brought unto me, Lord Thomas?
What news have you brought unto me?
I’ve come to ask you to my wedding,
A sorrowful wedding to be’.
Oh mother, dear mother, should I go, should I stay?’
Fair child, do as you please,
But i’m afraid if you go you’ll never return
To see your mother any more
She turned around all dressed in white
Her sisters dressed in green,
And every town that they rode through
They took her to be some queen.
They rode and they rode ’til they came to the hall,
She pulled on the bell and it rang
And no one so ready as Lord Thomas himself
To rise and welcome her in.
Then taking Fair Ellender by the hand
and leading her through the hall
saying ‘fifty gay ladies are here today
but here is the flower of all’.
The brown girl she was standing by
With knives ground keen and sharp,
And between the long ribs and the short,
She pierced Fair Ellender’s heart.
Lord Thomas he was standing by
With knives ground keen and sharp,
And between the long ribs and the short
He pierced his own bride’s heart.
Then placing the handle against the wall,
The point against his breast,
Saying, this is the ending of three true lovers,
God sends us all to rest’.
Oh father, oh father, go dig my grave,
Go dig it large, wide and deep,
And place Fair Ellender in my arms
And the brown girl at my feet.
( Round Hill Music)