Guest Blog: Fathers of Western Thought

Fathers of Western Thought continue their guest blog for the James Joyce Centre, with songs and lyrics based on Dubliners.

 

‘Charles Stewart Parnell’ (‘Ivy Day In The Committee Room’)

Charles Stewart Parnell (Ivy Day In The Committee Room) by fathersofwesternthought12

Lyrics
Where have you gone my uncrowned king
Without you I’m just lost,
I wish you would come back, tell me everything
Come back at any cost,
We’d kill all the hatred the church could bring
The church we would accost,
I wish you would come back tell me everything
Without you I’m just…lost

Charles, Stewart, Parnell… is gone
But his memory lives on.

Where have you gone my uncrowned king
Without you I’m just lost,
I hope you will come back can you hear me sing?
My fingers are now crossed,
We’d kill all the hatred the church could bring
My bible has been tossed,
I hope you will come back can you hear me sing?
Without you I’m just….lost

Charles, Stewart, Parnell… is gone
But his memory lives on, and on, and on, and on……

 

‘Keeping Promises’ (‘A Mother’)

Keeping Promises (A Mother) by fathersofwesternthought12

Lyrics
You asked her to play
You made the contract and you’re going to honour it,
Now someone has to pay
But you’ve made excuses instead of keeping promises…

Life’s subject to change
You talk a big game now everything is rearranged,
This town is still the same
It feels so odd when you have managed to get paid.

 

‘Little Accident’ (‘Grace’)

Little Accident (Grace) by fathersofwesternthought12

Lyrics
I’m waitin’ for you
To come home.
Every hour that goes by
Is a stab at my confidence.
Though he doesn’t notice how much work I put in,
He always forgets he’s not the centre of the world
He’s not the centre of the world.

I’m waitin’ for you
To come home.
Every day that goes by
Makes me think that he should quit.
I imagine him, showing up at the church just to laugh at it.
He always forgets he’s not the centre of the world
He’s not the centre of the world.

Found on the bathroom floor
Little accident
Stumbled into a door
Little accident
Woke up his tongue was sore
Little accident
And he still asked for more
Little accident.

I’m waitin’ for you
To come home.
Every week that goes by
The weight grows on my conscience.
And he doesn’t notice how much work I’ve put in,
I always forget he’s not the centre of the world,
He’s not the centre of the world.

 

‘Standing In The Rain’ (‘The Dead’):

Standing In The Rain (The Dead) by fathersofwesternthought12

Lyrics
Gretta, I’m under our tree,
Why can’t you just stay?
Why can’t you just stay?
I’m standing in the rain.

Gretta, with you I am free,
If this my last day,
I’ll watch you in this way,
Standing in the rain.

Michael, you have to go home,
You know it’s not okay,
I don’t want you to stay,
Standing in the rain.

Michael, you’re not all alone,
If this is your last day,
I’ll watch you in this way,
Standing in the rain.

I think he died for me,
I think he died for me,
Michael,
Michael.

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