Thursday, September 19, 2002

there's something very wrong with this:

I'm currently Google's #1 response for "don't break it until september 11 virus" and Dawn is #4.

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Since I can't play the piano for a while, of course I'm obsessing about what I need to practice. Going through my books of set lists and lyric/chord sheets, I found this one. I tend to perform it as an instrumental rather than singing it, because the melody is so beautiful... I suppose my ultra-emotional state today drew the lyrics to my attention this morning.

Deep inside, my soul fights a war
I can't explain, I can't cross over any more
all I see are dirty faces, rain and wire, and common sense in pieces
but I try to see through Irish eyes, Belfast

Look outside, summer's lost and gone
it's a long walk on a street of right and wrong
in every inch of sadness, rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness
but I never saw a braver place, Belfast

Who's to say on whom heaven smiles
our different ways we try hard to recognise
no more enchanted evenings, the pubs are closed and all the ghosts are leaving
but you'll never let them shut you down, Belfast

The enemy is not at home
a jealous green streaks down this faulty diamond
no bloody boots or crucifix can ever hope to split this emerald island
but I never saw a braver face, Belfast

And it's sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen
of smoking black roses on the streets of Belfast
and so say your lovers from under the flowers
every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast.