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Hold your horse and be a king*.
Every Monday is a battle ring.
Someone is a bishop, someone is a churl,
I'm a common Ulster girl
Wake at six, your legs can't flex.
Have a deadline instead of sex.
I'm not a King, I'm not an Earl.
I'm a common Ulster girl.
Chorus:
It's gonna be Fryday night!
Best time to dance and bright!
Even if your week was like... a cheesy Worchester sause.
Poteen will hold you tight!
Fry all your Fryday night!
Even if at morning... you fall on empty doss.
Want be kissed and want be pissed.
Gonna melt in Irish mist**.
Hamster wheel is always twirl.
I'm a common Ulster girl.
Seat at work like horse at stable.
Be a King! But who is abble?
Love me, boil me, bite and sting!
Be my daring Irish King!
Chorus:
It's gonna be Fryday night!
Best time to dance and bright!
Even if your week was like... a cheesy Worchester sause.
Poteen will hold you tight!
Fry all your Fryday night!
Even if at morning... you fall on empty doss.
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2. |
green guard - Trouble
04:02
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My love perished in the wind
On the day when trouble has come.
She left me on my own
And I have to be alone
Since the day when trouble has come.
She went so far on the hills
On the day when trouble has come.
She liked to touch the rain,
And I never felt the pain
Before the day when trouble has come.
My love vanished in the wind
In the day when trouble has come.
She never said goodbye and was acting like a child
On the day when trouble has come.
My love perished in the wind
On the day when trouble has come.
Her lips were soft and cold
When I’ve found her on the road
On the day when trouble has come.
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3. |
green guard - Mary
02:49
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Whiskey queen named Mary,
Please tell me one more thing,
When will I see my bottle?
I really want to drink,
I worked all day, I'm tired,
I did my fucking job,
End now I need a sip of whiskey,
In native Irish pub!
Chorus:
Mary, Mary - whiskey queen!
(You’re) fine and pretty like a dream.
But now just do your fucking job,
Pour us whiskey, pour to the top!
Everyone has a reason,
To drink today with us,
To warm those who is freezing, and
To cool those who makes fuss.
When we are all together,
In our Irish pub,
don’t try to touch our Mary,
Or you may get a drub!
Chorus:
Mary, Mary - whiskey queen!
(You’re) fine and pretty like a dream.
And if somebody make you cry,
We’ll turn his face in fry meat pie!
I’ve drank a lot of whiskey,
It's getting dark and cold,
All guys around are sleepy,
But I won’t sleep at all.
I look at you, my Mary,
I want to tell you true:
I wanna squeeze you in my arms
And spend this night with you!
Chorus:
Mary, Mary - whiskey queen!
Merry Mary of my dreams,
I want to spend this night with you,
And sing to you a foggy dew!
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4. |
green guarf - Hero
03:31
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I don’t wanna be a hero.
I don’t wanna risk my life for them.
Never give up then perish on some day.
I don’t wanna be a villain
I don’t wanna match expectations.
Never give up then perish on some day.
And I don’t wanna be a hero,
And feel the danger from the inside.
And I don’t wanna be a hero,
Don’t wanna die while save their lives.
I just wanna be myself,
I wanna choose my only way.
I just wanna be myself.
I don’t wanna be a starlight,
I don’t wanna lead them forward.
Never give up then perish on some day.
I don’t wanna be a leader,
I don’t wanna think for everyone,
Never give up then perish on some day.
And I don’t wanna be a hero,
And feel the danger from the inside.
And I don’t wanna be a hero,
Don’t wanna die while save their lives.
I just wanna be myself,
I wanna choose my only way.
I just wanna be myself.
I wanna choose my only way.
Don’t wanna you decide for me.
Don’t call me hero - I’m not him.
Don’t try to make my choice for me.
And I don’t wanna be a hero,
And feel the danger from the inside.
And I don’t wanna be a hero,
Don’t wanna die while save their lives.
I just wanna be myself,
I wanna choose my only way.
I just wanna be myself.
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5. |
green guard - Calkutta
01:03
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We sail to Calcutta during six weeks
We’re tired and thirsty and pretty much sick
Oh, god! Damn all Kolkata ...
Tired and thirsty and pretty much sick
We gonna buy Calcutta’s good treasures
But wind that blew hard, well, now it’s so treachures
Oh, God! Damn Calcutta
Wind that blew hard, well, now is so treachures
Plenty of opium to fill the ship’s hold
But cargo can kill you! Be daring and bold!
Oh, God! Damn Calcutta
Cargo can kill you! Be daring and bold!
And skipper now cries: “Dead slow ahed!!”
Vomit and scurvy that’s what we can get
Oh, God! Damn Calcutta
Vomit and scurvy that’s what we can get
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6. |
green guarf - The boat
03:45
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Endless and deep shall be my grief,
No ray of comfort shall I see,
But this most precious, dear belief,
That you will still remember me.
Behold the hour, the boat, arrive!
Severed from you, can I survive
Along the solitary shore,
Where flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar (ocean),
I will westward turn my wistful eye.
Behold the hour, the boat, arrive!
Severed from you, can I survive
Happy you Indian grove,' I will say,
'Where now my Nancy's path shall be!
While through your sweets she holds her
way, O, tell me, does she muse on me?
Behold the hour, the boat, arrive!
Severed from you, can I survive
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7. |
green guard - Freedom
04:27
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Take your old car
And be free.
You may choose the road
You wanna to lead.
Take some money,
And go on a trip
To the place that you
Saw in your dreams.
Take your car
And head to the sea.
Take a boat and row.
Your thoughts
And problems carry away.
This is the right way.
Freedom,
feel freedom?
There are no borders
and no barriers
Freedom
Yes, freedom
pure thoughts,
what did you want? Ooooo
Take your car
And head to the sea.
Take a boat and row.
Your thoughts
And problems carry away.
This is the right way.
Freedom,
feel freedom?
There are no borders
and no barriers
Freedom
Yes, freedom
pure thoughts,
what did you want? Ooooo
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8. |
green guard - Heaven
03:33
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When you’ll think you’re close to the end,
Know that here your way begins.
When you’re tired and want to escape
Know the door that you’re looking for is near.
When the darkness’ll cover the light
Know it’s always dark before
The dawn. And light will melt all your cold
And the water will cover your tired feet.
You’ve been waiting, waiting so long
Dreaming for your future life.
All you want is lighter and home,
When your soulmate is waiting for you.
Now you’re staying here in the dark,
Feeling only fear and cold.
But be brave and win this fight.
Then you’ll find your own way to your home.
There’s no danger in the darkness, so
Make a step - find your way home,
Find your way home.
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9. |
green guard - Fake World
04:34
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We’re under fire of crazy days
That try to warm us by the sun
We’re at gunpoint of the nights
Where were all sacrificed to the fire
We’re under fire of paper bullets
Which are shooting in nowhere
We’re reading thoughts between the lines
And keep our eyes under the hoods
Hold my hand tight
And don’t look back
No time to figure out
Who’s right and who is wrong
close your eyes
And walk with me to the edge
let's let it all just passing by and get away
We’re under fire of faked looks
We’re under fire of faked words
We’re under barrel of photo lens
That targeting us
And dodging punches of the bad news every single day
The hardest things of the existence is where I’m gonna stay
Hold me tight
And don’t look back
No time to figure out
Who’s right and who is wrong
close your eyes
And walk with me to the edge
let's let it all just passing by and get away
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10. |
green guard - Piper
03:22
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We seat at dirty trench.
Our guns now can speak french.
No time for talk, it’s time for weep.
Your life costs only frank
Who’s buyer? German tank.
Be sure, a trip to Somme is not so cheep.
The Germans sing so sly.
A fatal lullaby.
With riffle voice and loud screams of snipes.
We’ll answer with our choir.
It’s sound will rise much higher.
The stout tune of scottish highland pipes.
At bloody Anchor Heights
Our piper lost his pipes.
But music bounds are stronger than war’s fire.
He’s gone in bombshell’s blast.
He was lost in smoke and dust
To find his pipes that really can inspire.
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Green Guard Russia
Welcome to Green Guard page - Celtic Folk Rock Punk band from Moscow, Russia.
Valeria Frantseva
– vox;
Ivan Filimonov– guitar;
Anton Perekhodov - guitar;
Stanislav Korobov- drums, bodhran;
Vitaly Pogodin – highland bagpipe, whistle;
Marina Susanova - highland bagpipe, whistle;
Kirill Pustovoyt – bass, bouzouki and soundman.
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