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Ulster girl

by Green Guard

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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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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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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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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.
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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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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
10.
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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released January 29, 2020

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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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