----------- BEYOND THE BREAKING GLASS, 2000- LYRICS ♪ -----------


STILL BREATHING
© Hazel O`Connor - Cormac De Barra

Well did you ever get the feeling you've
been here before
Well I do!
You see a face, you know a place
Maybe it's deja-vu

You better believe in the freedom
You know the next line

You better believe in the feeling
Time after time I am dreaming
Am I dreaming?

I dive down into life's ocean
I'm riding on the crest of a wave
A big momma come a crashin' down on me
I spin around, hit the ground, rise again,
I spit the sound and say

Hey-ho - I'm still breathing
Hey-ho - I've survived
Hey-ho - I'm still breathing
Hey-ho - I'm alive

Well did you ever get to wonder
about the road that you chose?
Well I do!
You lose your way, you find your say,
you have your day
Encore deja-vu

You better believe in the reason
you do what you do
You better believe in the meaning
The journey's for you
It's for you
Are you dreaming?

You dive down into life's ocean
You're riding on the crest of a wave
A big momma come a crashin' down on you
You spin around, hit the ground,
rise again, you spit the sound and say

Hey-ho - I'm still breathing
Hey-ho - I've survived
Hey-ho - I'm still breathing
Hey-ho - I'm alive

Hey-ho - I'm still breathing
Hey-ho - I've survived
Hey-ho - I'm still breathing
Hey-ho - I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive

SCAMAILL (In Irish)
© Hazel O`Connor - Cormac De Barra

DRIFTWOOD
© Hazel O`Connor

Sitting on the sunny shoreline, see some driftwood
come to rest
worn out by the tides, born up by its endless rides
never free, just a bit like me.
I've been that piece of wood I've been tossed about
Upon the ocean of illusion, confusion.
Bitter and twisted like waves lashing out at the rock.

Well I now know I just gotta find
that shore line oh yeah, that little peace of mind
and let the sun shine on me

I swam the sea of passion, jealousy and pain,
ignorance pretends to drown, grabs for your hands
again, drags you down again.
Yeah, but my soul cries out just to break those chains,
Well listen you who've travelled all these jungles
concrete and the other kind, you know there's more
you got your own key the door, go on open it open it up

Well I now know I just gotta find
that shore line oh yeah, that little peace of mind
and let the sun shine on me

Been a long time from my home and I want
to get back there,
but most of my memories got washed away with the tide
a friend waits for me at the edge of the sea
my soul is your lover I cry

Oh beloved wipe away these tears from my eyes
of my illusion, my confusion.
Brittle and twisted like waves lashing out at the rock

Well I now know I just gotta find
that shore line oh yeah, that little peace of mind
and let the sun shine on me

BIG BROTHER
© Hazel O`Connor

They'll tear out your heart, throw it neatly in a cart
'Cause that's what they do, with the scum like me and you
And you feel as if you died when you're standing on the line
And you wonder all the time why can't you cry?
Because the people in control don't care for you
Dear, you're just a robot with a job to do
And when your use exhausted, they'll be rid of you
As soon as look at you - go to the back of the queue

Big Brother's got no heart
When I get my chance
I'm gonna kick it in the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Big brother's got no heart
When I get my chance
I'm gonna kick it in the ah ah ah ah arse

His eyes are dull, they stole his soul
They left him to rot in some stinking council hole
Where they keep him doped on beer and hopes
Of television dreams he's living on the screen
See there's something that he used to believe in:
Every human being should have his freedom
But bobbys truncheon had to wait to show him
He should be more useful, as they broke into his skull

Big brother's got no heart
When I get my chance
I'm gonna kick it in the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Big brother's got no heart
When I get my chance
I'm gonna kick it in the ah ah ah arse

Big brother
Beware
'cause some of us do care
And the worm
May turn
And the violence
In my head
Is real
Bam-bam, you're dead!

Big brother's got no heart
When I get my chance
I'm gonna kick it in the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Big brother's got no heart
When I get my chance
I'm gonna kick it in the ah ah ah ah arse

Big brother's got no heart
When I get my chance
I'm gonna kick it in the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Big brother's got no heart
When I get my chance
I'm gonna kick it in the ah ah ah ah arse

Beware!


REBECCA
© Hazel O`Connor

A top flat in bayswater, Rebecca would be doing my hair
We had so much fun she knew all of the words to my song
as it played on the player
She'd give me her bed for the night,
she would feed me and clothe
me and such
I'd laugh and say, when the light hits that way
you remind me of Shirley Maclaine

When will I see you again
When will we sing silly harmonies into the night?
I try and try but I can't help missing you
I wonder where you are now

We had us a dream back then, when we got back the things that were stole
We'd have an old fashioned party, an orchestra, long gowns
And we'd be the belles of the ball
And we'd dance to the emperor's waltz, beacuse that was her favourite song
I'd laugh and say, when the light hits that way
you remind me of Shirley Maclaine

When will I see you again
When will we sing silly harmonies into the night?
I try and try but I can't help missing you
I wonder where you are now

Are you an angel, have you been reborn?
Did you find your buddha, was it worth all the toil?
I write this 'cause I miss you and there's
nothing more I can do

When will I see you again
When will we sing silly harmonies into the night?
I try and try but I can't help missing you
I wonder where you are now

Now the top flat is empty, but our rare old times
call from the walls
And I hope that wherever you are you're alright
And I'll still have our ball
And we'll dance to the emperor's waltz because that was your favourite tune
I'd laugh and say, when the light hits that way
You remind me of Shirley Maclaine

When will I see you again
When will we sing silly harmonies into the night?
I try and try but I can't help missing you
I wonder where you are now


BLACKMAN
© Hazel O`Connor

I am the blackman and you are the white
I am the deviant and you're always right
I am the darkness and you are the light
I am the blackman, you're the white
Yeah I am the good little holier
Than thou, hide my head in my hand
I hear no, see no, speak no no no no
Understand

I am the blackness, I am the dark
I am the alcoholic pissed in the park
I am the girl who sold her body to the dark
I am the truth of it, you are the hypocrite

I am the dirty and you are the clean
I live in places where you've never been
I eat the garbage and you eat the cream
I am the dirty, you're the clean
Yeah give me the first degree for being different to thee
You hit me, you kick me, you tell me you're what I should be

I am the blackness, I am the dark
I am the alcoholic pissed in the park
I am the girl who sold her body to the dark
I am the truth of it, you are the hypocrite

I am the whiteman and I paint you black
I am the traitor, but I put you on the rack
I am the coward and I shoot you in the back
I am the white man, I paint you black
Yeah I am are the good little holier
Than thou hide my head in my hands
I hear no, see no, speak no no no no
Understand

Well, I am the blackness, I am the dark
I am the alcoholic pissed in the park
I am the girl who sold her body to the dark
I am the truth of it, you are the hypocrite

I am the blackness, I am the dark
I am the alcoholic pissed in the park
I am the girl who sold her body to the dark
I am the truth of it, you are the hypocrite

Blackman!


THINKIN' ABOUT YOU
© Hazel O`Connor - Cormac De Barra

I think about you,
When I could be scrubbin` floors,
or plottin` a bank robbery,
Do you think of me?

and sometimes,
When I`m feelin` like a lost child,
I imagine you are holdin` me,
Your breath on me.
Ten thousand miles from home,
Ten thousand from you.
Yeah Venice beach is fine,
but I'd rather spent time with you

and I, I'm walkin` in sunshine,
I'm talkin` with you in my mind,
Wish you were here, with me
And we`d be walkin` in sunshine,
We'd be talkin` bout life and times,
We'd be walkin` in rhythm and rhyme,
and the sky is clear and blue,
And I'm thinkin` bout you.

And I trust what`s mine,
Will come to me in time,
And I will be ready,
I'll be steady,
I'll be go go go,
And this I know,
There ain't no way to push the river
faster than it`s meant to go, no no
Ten thousand miles I`ve gone,
Ten thousand to L.A
and if I wrote to you
here are the things I`d say

That I`m,
I`m walkin` in sunshine,
I`m talkin` with you in my mind,
Wish you were here, with me
And we`d be walkin` in sunshine,
We`d be talkin` bout life and times,
We`d be walkin` in rhythm and rhyme,
and the sky is clear and blue,
Yeah I`m thinkin` bout you.

Then stay in touch,
Stay in touch.....
(repeat)

And I,
I`m walkin` in sunshine,
I`m talkin` with you in my mind,
Wish you were here, with me
And we`d be walkin` in sunshine,
We`d be talkin` bout life and times,
We`d be walkin` in rhythm and rhyme,
and I,

I been walkin` in sunshine,
I been talkin` with you in my mind,
I wish that you were here,
and we
We`d be walkin` in sunshine,
We`d be talkin` bout life and times,
We`d be talkin` in rhythm and rhyme,
and the sky is clear and blue,
and I`m thinkin` bout you.
and I`m feelin` blue...
Thinkin` bout you...

 

BLACKWATER SIDE
Trad. arr. Hazel O`Connor - Cormac De Barra

One morning fair as I took the air
Down by Blackwater Side
And when staring all around me
An Irish lad I spied

All through the far part of the night
We spent in sport and play
Then the young man rose and put on his clothes
Saying faretheewell today

Go back, go back to your father's garden
Go back and cry your fill
And think upon your sad misfortune
You brought on by your wanton will

That's not the promise that you made to me
When you lay on my breast
I would have believed with your lying tongue
That the sun rose in the west

Go back, go back to your father's garden
Go back and cry your fill
And think upon your sad misfortune
You brought on by your wanton will

There's not a girl in this whole wide world
As easily led as I
And when fishes do fly and seas do run dry
It is when you will marry I

Go back, go back to your father's garden
Go back and cry your fill
And think upon your sad misfortune
You brought on by your wanton will
You brought on by your wanton will
You brought on by your wanton will

WILL YOU
© Hazel O`Connor - Wesley Magoogan

You drink your coffee and I sip my tea
And we're sitting here playing so cool,
thinking what will be, will be
But it's getting kind of late now
I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now
Or will you just politely say goodnight?

I move a little closer to you, not knowing quite what to do
And I'm feeling all fingers and thumbs,
I spill my tea, oh silly me,
But it's getting kind of late now
I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now
Or will you just politely say goodnight?

And then we touch much too much
This moment has been waiting for a long long time
Makes me shiver, it makes me quiver
This moment I'm so unsure
This moment I've waited for
Is it something you've been waiting for, waiting for too?
Take off your eyes, bare your soul
Gather me to you and make me whole
Tell me your secrets, sing me the song
Sing it to me in the silent tongue

But it's getting kind of late now
I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now
Or will you just politely say goodnight?


CALLS THE TUNE
© Hazel O`Connor

Well, I saw your face in a photograph
I cried so much, I nearly laughed
You never really had the chance
To question why did you live some to cry some and die?

Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong

Oh, I'd have caught your eyes, but my hands were tied
Was it truth? Was it lies?
Many words of truth are spoken in jest
Who would have guessed that, or trust that? What a mess!

Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong

Who, what and how writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong
Writes the song, calls the tune
Says what's right and wrong

Who, how
Who, how
Who writes the song?
Who writes the song?
Who writes the song?


BEYOND THE BREAKING GLASS

© Hazel O`Connor - Cormac De Barra

In the alone of my night,
When the angels have all taken flight,
Monsters come out fighting
No need to Fight if I can talk,
No need to run,
If all I need to do,
is walk on the path enlightening.

An` I will go where life leads me,
`Though the road be far, and wide
Through the broken dreams of yesterday,
With time on my side,
And with faith as my guide,

I will,
Walk on to, though I,
Don`t know where I am going to,
To find my way back home at last.
Yeah I`m gonna walk on, walk on,
When I`m crumbled and cracked,
Walk on, Walk on,
Won`t be lookin` back, in anger,
Walk on beyond the broken glass.

And in the mornin` of my day,
I send the monsters on their merry way,
I celebrate their leavin`
An` of the lost, and of the gain,
An` of the joy, and of the pain,
And I tell Ya, yeah i`m still a believer.

An` I will go where life leads me,
`Though the road be far, an wide
Through the broken dreams of yesterday,
With time on my side,
And with faith as my guide,

I will,
Walk on to, though i,
Don`t know where I am going to,
To find my way back home at last.
Yeah I`m gonna, walk on, walk on,
When I`m crumbled and cracked,
Walk on, Walk on,
Won`t be lookin` back in anger,
Walk on beyond the broken glass.

Walk on, walk on, walk on, walk on,
walk on, walk on beyond the broken glass,
Yeah I`m gonna walk on,walk on,
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on beyond the broken glass

You walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on,
When you`re crumbled and cracked,
Walk on, walk on,
Don`t be lookin` back,
In anger,
You walk on beyond the broken glass.

You walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on,
If you can feel it,
Walk on, walk on
Then you can heal it
Walk on, Walk on.........

Many thanks to Malc and Andy!

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