Avalon by coracle

The battered royal curragh
Carries three away
From a shore besmirched
With smoking pyres
And the slain of Cammlan

Sounds cacophonous that mix
Shouts of victory
With the groans of the dying
Now fade to the dipping of the oars

Wounded grievous by his own bastard progeny
Mordred son of lustful murdered Morgause
So it is Arthur ab Uther Pendragon is tended
As they ripple the water towards Avalon

It was Morgana sister to Morgause
Who eager for him to supplant the throne
Taught the berieved child
Emnity of his father

That sorceress was twisted from the first
By second sighted knowledge of her only brother
Arthur's incestual extramarital conception
When shape-changed
Uther had lain
By Merlin's magic
With Morgana's mother
The unsuspecting Igraine

Morgana set son
To kill father
Foil the cause
That the wizard began

Yet now we see her Arthur heal
Ameliorated in this gliding barge's keel

From the perilous era
After the Roman's rule ran it's course
A real hero or King depending on your source
Arthur arose in our commonly cherished myth history
For who brought us together once
Will do it again it is to be

Here we see him floating to Avalon
Tended by Morgana and Nimue
Sorceresses light and shade
With power equal feared
Come together with tears often
For their once and future king

He moving to his underworld rest
With wounds a plenty
From cuts of his power craving
Magic maddened son
Whom Arthur slew in mortal straits

Yet some deeper filial love
Brought this Morgana
To her brother in this hour of need
She whom with eldritch oft' him tried to kill
Was thwarted each time by Nimue
Now both him tend and heal

So guide they him to Avalon
In slumber we are informed
As others also lie sleeping
Beneath waves and in crystelline caves

Subsumed Titans giants
Conquered by the rising Gods
Of a newer age
But not finally destroyed
Prophesying still
From their deep sleep states

As Atlas to Atlantis
So Giant Albion to Great Britain
Waiting their curtain call
As sleepers awake
(This myth I take from one William Blake)

Nimue was loved of Merlin
She who learned all he gave
She who cast back the circling spell
With which he had her contained

Leaving him to sleep it off
In Butleigh woods for an age
Enchanted by his own enchantry
He could not help but teach her

Does he sleep here
Alongside these others

Does prime bard Taliesin himself
Fly at us through histories haze
To tell the current story
Unended as it was from his time
However blurred the fact and fable

Does he in truth enable us
Entreat us to awake ourselves
To note how that bell once again does toll
That once on Atlantean towers
So did ring

And what is it to us in this age
What of this chivalry and nonsense
What to us in our common place
And mundane electric age
Of techno screams
What from that age
Of sword wrought
Romantisized bowdlerized
Holy what-not justification
Is of use or relevence
To us now?

What of slumbering Titans
What of sleepers that wake
What of prophesying dreamers

What future is now a past projection
Recollection of memory selective
To bring these strains to you

And so what of it all?

Ancient Warriors

Ancient Warriors of these hills
Dome dwellings were crafting
Bent with their fingers skill
Which formed also
The land as it does lie
Well before the plough
Now obscured to modern eye

Yet what I was taught was it were
Harsh barbaric trash that lot
Yet to me they are a past to future
Calling to task that's what

Let us go with them through ages
Seen in time's omnipotent eye
(That knows all beneath
this sun sentinelled sky)
To find a human mirth
A great girth of worth
This hilltop laughs
For me it's people still walk the earth

So for those who laugh at me
"A right one" they say
I may do rites
But left is a much maligned way
Yet where 'ere I go
I'll tap bardic flow
And look with an eye
That once I know skried
A landscape

I dream'd I'd seen scenes
Of their houses and homes
-a hundred host
I saw all sorts I'm sure
Full grown youth elder and child living close
Encamped in the land that they loved the most
Calling to me now
As I sit with crow
And my cloak opens up
This vista to you
Once peopled these hills
Once peopled again
Build harmoniously now
For foundations remain
Yes again once again
Comes the timeless refrain

For the time is now when bards wake from death
Where inquisition fires took up our mortal flesh
Yet from where we were burned
That time has it turned
And we must emerge from our forced sleep
No longer held back on the pain of that sorrow
But skywarding on with a song of tomorrow
It's a song that is old and it's one that I borrowed
It's a message of hope on an old rotten road
It's a vow that is taken and not about faking
It's about healing the stealing of those Inca's gold

Because I tell most lies
My lyre will spell it out
-from where we began
See through such eyes as we have discussed
See through the surrounding golfcourse (such I curse)
To one metropolis top
Megalithic citadel of one common lot
Revealed as words unveil the trail
From past to future this culture hails

Our purposes now must intwine to survive
It's climate change surely that's showing us why
It's now and it's here and everyplace
Watch now as this all shows a face

And if we can attend we'll work out the how
With action make means to end all this now
Re-people the hills with harmonious homes
I know the council
Would quickly evict all the domes
But here's my own future vision
Once a split second glimpse
Of how we can be living in synergetic style digs
That fit in with our needs not exascerbate greeds
That have got us all into these perilous fields

Once an atom is split
There is no denying it
Yet Lovelock chains Gaia
To the nuclear path
Dares not to say that this age can pass
When machines exponential need for more power
Is our only course in this deadly hour

What! Atomics for fuel who's fooling who?
We don't need that much yet more subtle a touch
Livin' in a hut
It's a hint
With wind and solar
If we catch gust and glint
That's spoken out loud by this common bard
and other brave questors many at large
Are making brave gestures to sort out this farce
I know that what's done could be said to be sparse
But vision seeded this poem instructs it will last
And we shall be freed from the national grid's clasp.

Go then span out some blessed plot
It's not something one has got
It's not something one can own
But some kind of magic matriculation we are shown
It is granted because we are born from it
I've seen it visioned and the vision fits
Into the hills environment
I know there are those who will resent
But that world is vulnerable stuck in cement
The enclosures act
borders tax and war
What can a poor man say? Well
Ancient hills speak of another way

So from a vision seeded in my nineteenth year
Much has grown in this time it has appeared
Dear people it's a common future dream
In the face of ten thousand ten million
Techno dislogical nightmare schemes

For poesy and technos in the original tonue
Are poetry and technology as they now are sung
Are essences made from intellect's raw hewn hearts
Newly divorced from their fable
In the philosophic cradle of ancient greek minds
The effect of such sages through subsequent ages
Was though to be good but has prooven unkind

For it formed a disunion polarized human kin
From inside the mind so to outside at large
Sad society's wars violent cycles cause
Making rife the broken lives
That translates into sharper knives
Longer stronger better till gunpowder bangs
And atomic dust is result of our crimes

It's a logical step
So here's one to bless
I suggest it is best
To take the best of the rest
Attest we have raped
With the worst of machines
Acknowledge we also
Can clean up these scenes

A conquest internal to external heal
A radical reach out one we can feel
For technos is not wrong or in itself bad
But balance to poesy once we all had

Who can reach out o'er this dying land
Who can draw forest from desert sand
Who can resolve conflict be not fearful of love
So we can be happy as below so above
A culture is here and is speaking so clear
Of mending and blending
Not of bleeding and bombing

It's a call for all bards to speak for the earth
An action all healing not a death dearthing dirge

We are human kin of the eternal race
We have inherant poise love compassion and grace
Beautiful lives if we'll give them a go
I hope you've enjoyed my first bardic show





(Written during and in the two weeks after a journey up to Mutter's Moor, behind Peak Hill cliffs in Sidmouth Devon in 2006).

Tara oh Tara!

Tara oh Tara
Seat of ancient Kings
Tara oh Tara
Of your majesty still
I sing
Resonating songs
In your Hall of Old
Your Trumpets fanfare
Is blasting bold
Calling at hour of need
To any and all
To be here with us now
To awake these sleeping Halls

Tara oh Tara
Upon you they feed
Scarring you marring you
With mechanised motives of greed
Whose corporate wormtongues
Speak so clever
To make you believe
That it is all for some great worth
Progress of development that destroys
Is the creed of that clanking knight
But his shining armour is redolent with shyte

The detritus of tarmac carbon monoxide
Light pollution roadside services
And factories
Of the inevitable appearance
Of satellite towns and low frequency
Ever audible rumble of road rage
No escape from the noise or petrol haze

Tara
Once strategic, now
Spiritual eye of Eire
Tara
We cannot let your splendour
Be marred and die
Tara
It cannot be your link trans-life to land
With noble craft and tale of the folk
From these subtle worlds between here
And there
Be destroyed
and finally forgotten


Up on Tara Hill
The fey walk still
By machines throb awoken
A long silence has been broken
And at this last ditch moment
Who will come to the pitch?
Who will delight
To join with Lugh’s light?
Who will come to Tara
Who will heed that trumpet and song?
The moment has opened
For we now evoke
Your Finian Warriors
From words so spoken

Lament for the Tara landscape 2008

A bitter rain fall on your corporate schemes
Whose gutters run rancid with extortionate greed
That drains green verdure for acrid tar lanes
The price of this slice in real terms...insane
Flushing us foully with deceptions of mind
That convince the brain with betrayal sounding kind
That jobs are to be had and progress to be made
Causing a possesion of mind to which you would be amazed
All of an accord people will do their bidding
Corporation shovels to do the digging
This top heavy robot of progress
Is crashing it's weight all around the globe
Has come to the oldest that yet we know
Come to the badlands come to Meath
Where remotest antiquity is hidden beneath
Foolhardy men, brains tied to a machine
Reason development is morally clean
To do as it will as the law permits
And if it doesn't then it will make it fit
Not hateful I but brimming with satire
At the wheels and the cogs who are up for hire
To build this road from Dublin to Kells
Turning Ireland's heaven to a rat run in hell
Feeding their families on dollars of death
Choking nature heeding no request
Of voices whose tones belong
To creatures who would rather their homes
Were not trashed for that wasteland of mechanical drones
From the motor car juggernaut cult
Forming deep grooves in the land as result
Ploughed in with money of land murdering mind
Employing architects hired...not to find
But to keep up appearances
Ah such a merry dance it is
As their real work is smothered
By the confusing cover
Of the power mighty men in the corporation macs
Luminous reminders of the complete lack
Of integrity in carrying out the work
That scars a most ancient valley with tar besmirched
But this is not a distant concern
Look around, does this world burn?
Yet truth to say as we shall learn
It presages the little people's return.

Gates of EDO (to the tune of Bob Dylan's Gates of Eden)

Of fear and war the twisted truth
Is money made from death
By companies who truly know
Their contracts are the best
The buisness is an old one
Their consciences are clean
It all goes on inside the gates of Edo

The cancer grows with legal arms
Part-made within the gates
Where precision engineers
Make triggers to rain hate
On enemies around the world
Whoever they may be
Their fate is sealed inside the gates of Edo

A tiny pimple it is true
Compared to the arms trade
The nessicery componants
However here are made
And if Edo is only small
It was not here before
And death drives out from the gates of Edo

A surrounding fence was placed
When protestors did complain
Get out of our fair city now
Get out you work for shame
With their racket of saucepan lids
Against the horror of all bombs
Such is the scene outside the gates of Edo

Of national security
The manager he spoke
Complicity to kill aside
He seemed a decent bloke
But security for England
Is dismembering Iraq
It doesn't matter to those at Edo

The factory EDO/MBM is America's ITT now
Over Brighton's one time peace city
Gathers an ominous cloud
Do I have need of philosophy
To proove it's wrong to kill?
Money talks inside the gates of Edo

The servile soldiers are equipped
With weapons and then trained
In warfare for the father land
And never to complain
But if there were no weapons made
Then they would have no job
And there would be no gates of Edo

The questions they all run so deep
If you question war
The language speaks about defence
But attack is what it's for
And causes made to kill others
Will one day return home
This cause is made inside the gates of Edo

I asked what would employees do
With their considerable skills
If they had another job
Than making tools to kill
It seems they're happy at their work
And must be eager for more war
War pays the wage for those at Edo

Lost Troubadours

Lost Troubadours
Return to Earth
From Planet Magmu
Across the vastness of space
In the next door galaxy
Magmusian Winged Cats are there
Called Xarararax
Who joined them in their starry flight
Cosmic companions
Their story is not well known
Forgotten long it was
In the crash of violent waves
That carried Atlantis off
Rising waters killed the most
Survivors there were few
Some tell the tales of boats that sailed
Others there were that flew

Enshrouded in their DNA
Opon a mushroom spore
In this way they moved through space
And could the void endure
After a very long time
They found Planet Magmu
Where they befriended many cats
Who could all fly too
They stayed there for very long
Obtaining psychic skills
From the cats who were so wise
And with great wisdom ruled
The starry wheels turned in the sky
And time came to return
For a distress call from the earth
Had given them some concern

The Troubadour's return
Is in the nick of time
For the Earth is rank
With the stench of corporate rats
Who have it by the nads
When the cats saw where it was at
They knew just what to do
A meeting was held by troubadours twelve
But where were the Cats of Magmu?
They had sniffed out Parliament
It was overrun with rats
They licked their lips and had a feast
And really that was that
Xarararax Magmusian Cats
Did not eat all the rats
That would be bad ecology
And they can't fly if they get too fat.


(This song I sing to the tune of 'Lyte Wake's Dirge')

Rock and Roll Prophesy presents An End to War

This album never had any money behind it, but I had it ready on september the 11th 2001.
I had taken it down the thames dockside where the bi-annual DSEI Arms fayre was being held. Lots of people had dressed pink and gone down there to demonstrate.
Phoenix got a sense of direction from the idea of an end to war when hearing it in James's caravan. I didn't know at the time anyone actually naming an end to war, but soon it was like the idea was catching on. I do not renege on the sentiment here even as the times seem to grow more evil.
Now at least people anywhere with a internet link can hear this first outburst of mine of the 21st century, the heart of it which is not my prophesy alone.

Pixie Recruiting Drive Song

(To the tune of Arthur McBride)

Come all ye brave pixies from all round this land
And bring a little something that only you can
All round this fair world we are being killed off
While the planet is taken for ransom
Its mined and built over and poisoned and choked
By corporation bandits in deceptive cloaks
Who'll take all they can till there's nothing left
And nothing will live here at all

Come warlock and warrior we need you all
Many pieces to the puzzle all parts of a whole
So join in this one because it's better than
Death culture as life masquerading
And all round this one world I do have to say
Is on amber to red alert so don't be afraid
Pixies come dance to a transmuting tune
And we'll all come round again

Come hobgoblins leprecauns this is the fright
The road through Tara heads straight to endless night
Get active all pixies the land needs us
Bulldozers are ripping it's heart out
There's many mischiefs a pixie can find
To help the situation out of this sad bind
And under the flag of the gold harp on green
We'll show everyone how its done

If pixies aren't something you take seriously
And you never talked to the spirit in a tree
Then you don't know the first folk to care for this land
And welcome the sun in the morning
There's no sergeant major no papers to sign
Its direct it's action our lives are on the line
Whoever you are there is something to do
And you can be who you are

So this is the pixie's recruiting drive song
It's for desperate dreamers who want to carry on
Living in this world or maybe afar
But we wont have a chance without Mother
Come folk of the underworld help if you will
And take some action to ride out the ill
Wind that is blowing all round this fair globe
Pixies come out to play

Black Shamrocks

The name it is Erin
I am the most old
And millions of travellers
Have come to my shores
We built New York in friendship
Green shamrocks we'd gift
But now the black shamrock
Points out the rift

There's Hawks in the Shannon
Iraquis to kill
And they are deployed there
Not with our goodwill
Their prescense in Ireland
Is detested and wrong
We give you black shamrocks
You do not belong

"Remove all the bombers"
Protestors did ask
But Mary contrary
Attacked one with an axe
Costing millions of dollars
To an aeroplane of shame
We send you black shamrocks
'Cause she ain't to blame

Over in England
Court cases were won
The Fairfield Five
Aquitted each one
The war is illegal
This much it proves
We'1l send you black shamrocks
Until you move

Ireland's occupation
Eight hundred years old
Always oppressors
This much I know
American bombers
Last in a long line
Its time for black shamrocks
To highlight the crime

The scourge war and progress
The world it cloaks
The terrorist threat
A constructed hoax
A cancer that eats
At the people's freedom
Deserving black shamrocks
'Till freedom comes


Written after the night Pixie, myself and others went down from Rath Lugh one sunday night to sing in a pub in Navan. After the near fights and song riposte I spoke to a woman wearing a small badge sporting the image of a black shamrock. I asked her what it was.

Kosen Rufu

Nichiren he chanted
Nam myo-ho renge kyo
If you do as he did
Kosen Rufu starts to flow

Ah the great road of peace unfolding

Seven hundred years
It stayed inside Japan
Since Hiroshima Nagasaki
It spread to many lands

Oh the great road of peace unfolding

Tsunesaboro Makiguchi
Would not be deterred
By military oppression
He kept to his word

On the great road of peace unfolding

Makiguchi died in prison
Josei Toda carried on
To make his declaration
Against the atom bomb

On the great road of peace unfolding

Toda was the mentor
Of Daisaku Ikeda
Who took the message to the world
Speaking very clear

On the great road of peace unfolding

Ikeda started travelling
In nineteen sixty one
The world began to open up
It is evolutio...

...on the great road of peace unfolding

Through the seventies and eightees
The path it was not lost
Kosen Rufu means
Spreading seeds at any cost

On the great road of peace unfolding

Growing in the ninetees
In the naughties more and more
Environmental thinking
Coming to the fore

On the great road of peace unfolding

People are walking
On down this peace road
Arising from the earth
Just as the sutra told

On the great road of peace unfolding

Spreading through all nations
This flag it has unfurled
Not for domination
But value in this world

On the great road of peace unfolding

It's in everybody
In good and bad alike
The seeds of buddha nature
Are growing to the light

On the great road of peace unfolding

Buddhahood is life
That is bursting at the seams
Nam myo-ho renge kyo
Is stuff of wildest dreams

On the great road of peace unfolding

Dialogue with enemies
Really is the key
To unlock our prison cell
Of backwards destiny

On the great road of peace unfolding

In this time of darkness
The lotus sutra shines
It's a seed that's strong enough
To make our lives sublime

Ah the great road of peace unfolding



This song written at request of Steve Whitford early march 2007. It is a folk song with two chords in it.

Desecrating Soldier's Hill

(To the tune of 'the rising of the moon')

At Soldier's Hill in '98 was where the Irish fought
Independance from the English was what it was they saught
Adding insult to injury a road has been built there
By the Irish government to show how much they care
Within a mile of Tara an interchange will kill
Any chance of peace there desecrating Soldier's Hill
Desecrating Soldir's Hill desecrating Soldier's Hill
There'll be no peace on Tara desecrating Soldier's Hill

We'd like to know John Gormley why has this had to come
Was it a backhander that persuaded you to turn
The E.U. gave you money but seem to have no clout
With your M3 that's illegal why don't they come and sort you out
Like one baleful moaning banshee the road with noise will fill
All the Gabhra Valley desecrating Soldier's Hill
Desecrating Soldier's Hill desecrating Soldier's Hill
With your M3 that's illegal desecrating Soldier's Hill

So boys and girls put your boots on before the rising of the sun
We'll head on down to Soldier's Hill a battle to be won
No one gives the order but everyone has come
Lou has got the car keys and we have brought a drum
And with a peaceful protest of direct action skills
We expose invaders desecrating Soldier's Hill
Desecrating Soldier's Hill desecrating Soldier's Hill
We expose invaders desecrating Soldier's Hill

Erasing the ancestors is the sneaky game
Of the N.R.A. roadmakers when they stumble on remains
Destroying all the evidence because they fear the truth
Of Irish deep root history and that it could raise the roof
On all the preconceptions with which people's heads are filled
Now everybody knows they're desecrating Soldier's Hill
Desecrating Soldier's Hill Desecrating Soldier's Hill
Now everybody knows they're desecrating Soldier's Hill
Desecrating...
....they're building a great interchange bang on Soldier's Hill
....they swerved their six lane motorway straight through Soldier's Hill

(repeat first verse)

Written at Tara, October 2007

the forgotten few

The Forgotten Few (To the tune of 'the foggy dew')

A welcome sight met my sorrow filled eyes
When contractors built as motorway in Meath
Rugged women and men their ways did blend
To end this greedy profit driven scheme
Out of the morning mist onto bulldozers
Clambered up this strong determined crew
With many shouts and cheers they passed me near
The lost and forgotten few

Who were these resolute women and men
Who came with many peaceful means
To Tara's Hills with indomitable will
'Gainst contracrors violent state machinery
That is ripping the heart out of Irish soil
'Till no Ireland will remain at all
My legs wet with dew I climbed up too
To join the lost forgotten few

From the mist and dew this resourceful crew
Came with whiffs of bacon, spliffs and brew
It seemed that rainbows fled when the diggers of dread
Trashed it large where pretty flowers once grew
In fields of lush green countryside
Sold out to a corporation cruel
What a waste what a mess it was that greeted the view
Of the sadly lost forgotten few

A motley bunch of many types
With veterans and young alike
From old Twyford Down and all places around
We came to Tara, mess we found
With a drink and a song up on the jib with arms locked on
Pitting body self and mind against machines
All to stop the road that is coming through
The not to be forgotten few

From Soldier's Hill to Collier's town
The rape of land is going on
With ancesters graves by diggers open splain
It greatly stirs the people's ire
When lies by government bodies leave
A trail of churned up meadows we do rue
The loss and at what cost to those fair flowers and moss
Come join the lost forgotten few

As the pockets of S.I.A.C. by misdeeds are filled
With the coins of the conned are lined
With a double toll when the cars do roll
What will complacent people find?
No Emerald Isle but a polluted pile
Of infra-structure of the petrol cult
As if Finn's return were now coming true
The lost now not forgotten few

Go back to the hill go back to the Skryne
Comes the call to all the gallant Na Fienna
Remember the ancient lives of those
Whom the modern world would have us forget
For with the memory of fairer ways
Comes the falling of the fat cats foul
And corrupt stench of roads built with motives oh so low
Is conquered by the glorious few

Written in the company of the few at Rath Lugh and Tara Hill in October 2007

Albion

Albion

Albion Albion Albion Albion

Albion's dreaming and William Blake
Just rang to tell me that it's never too late
You are God and the Universe
The choice is yours
And the Goddess is waiting for you

Albion Albion Albion Albion

Ezekiel some druids and King Kong
Met on the corner in New Jerusalem
There's going to be some spinning wheels
And a lightshow that you won't forget
That you won't forget

Albion Albion Albion Albion

When Albion's asleep
A secret there we keep
When Albion's alive
Fear of death shall die
When Albion awakes
Men and women shake and make
Men and women shake and make
Men and women shake and make
Men and women shake and make

Albion Albion Albion Albion

Tell of Arthurian wonder
Harmony between women and men
Throwing off of the chains
Albion remain again
Again remain again

Albion Albion Albion Albion

Albion's dreaming and William Blake
Is calling to say it's never too late
We are God and the Universe
The choice is ours
And the Goddess is waiting for us

Albion Albion Albion Albion


A moment of surprise
Roll those golden eyes
Albion materialise

Albion Albion Albion Albion

When Albion's asleep.....


This is the last song on the 'Key to the Gates' album.

The Trumpets of Tara

Trumpets of Tara (to the tune of 'High Germany'.)


I caught the ferry over to Ireland's emerald shores
Because I heard the Trumpets of Tara's ancient call.
I heard the Trumpets calling they call to one and all
All because of a motorway they're building at Tara Hall
All because of a motorway they're building at Tara Hall

A vigil camp is sited there which keeps a sacred flame
Remembering the warriors it burns there in their name
Lest the steel machinery erase their memories tall
And forgotten be Ireland's history and the Kings of Tara's Halls
And forgotten be Ireland's history and the Kings of Tara's Halls

And to this flickering flame come the warriors of this age
Challenging authorities but not in violent rage
Courageous to confront this cunning corrupt evil
That eats away at the memory of ancient Tara Hill
That eats away at the memory of ancient Tara Hill

I am an outsider I come from Albion
So there's no way thay I can preach about what's going on
I came when I heard the Trumpets and that is all I know
You shall not be forgotten noble Kings of Tara Hill
You shall not be forgotten noble Kings of Tara Hill

The graves of Soldier's Hills are by bulldozers opened wide
And nearby at Rath Lugh much older remains do lie
It's only dirt and stones one Irish security told
He's forgotten his land and his heritage to dig up Tara's Hills
He's forgotten his land and his heritage to build this flippin' road

Now the companies have millions and the folk have a few quid
With compulsary purchase the land is bought up quick
But for todays warriors there'd be a deathly still
Consigned to an oblivion the meaning of Tara Hill
Consigned to an oblivion the meaning of Tara Hill

The faerie folk of Finn McCool and the Tuadhe de Danaan
Are due to save old Ireland when they make their return
Seeing as they've been dug up here in the Gabhra Valley
We can be sure of victory remember Tara Hill!
We can be sure of victory remember Tara Hill!


The words to this song were written on top of Tara Hill in October 2007

The Trumpets of Tara

Trumpets of Tara (to the tune of 'High Germany')

I caught the ferry over to Ireland's emerald shores
Because I heard the Trumpets of Tara's ancient call
I heard the Trumpets calling they call to one and all
All because of a motorway they're building at Tara Hill
All because of a motorway they're building at Tara Hill

A vigil camp is sited there which keeps a sacred flame
Remembering the warriors it burns there in their name
Lest the steel machinery erase their memories tall
And forgotten be Ireland's history and the Kings of Tara's Halls
And forgotten be Ireland's history and the Kings of Tara's Halls

And to this flickering flame come the warriors of this age
Challenging authorities but not in violent rage
Courageous to confront this cunning corrupt evil
That eats away at the memory of ancient Tara Hill
That eats away at the memory of ancient Tara Hill

But I am an outsider, I come from Albion
So there's no way that I can preach about what's going on
I came when I heard the Trumpets and that is all I know
You shall not be forgotten noble Kings of Tara Hill
You shall not be forgotten noble Kings of Tara Hill

The graves of Soldier's Hill are by bulldozers opened wide
And nearby at Rath Lugh much older remains do lie
It's only dirt and stones one Irish security told
He's forgotten his land and his heritage to dig up Tara's Hills
He's forgotten his land and his heritage to build this flippin' road

Now the companies have millions and the folk have a few quid
With compulsary purchase the land is bought up quick
But for today's warriors ther'd be a deathly still
Consigned to an oblivion the meaning of Tara Hill
Consigned to and oblivion the meaning of Tara Hill

Th faerie folk of Finn McCool and the Tuadhe de Danaan
Are due to save old Ireland when they make their return
Seeing as they've been dug up here in the Gabhra Valley
We can be sure of victory remember Tara Hill
We can be sure of victory remember Tara Hill



The words to this song were written on top of Tara Hill in October 2007.