*New Music Week* My Version of Sugar’s “J.C. Auto”

221. Bob Mould

Today’s new music is one for all the 80s and 90s kids out there. Anyone remember Bob Mould of Husker Du? This is a song from his subsequent band, Sugar. This is my version of their kickass tune, “J.C. Auto”:

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I’m on a holiday wasting my time away
Writing a book on you born on a holiday
In the December snow wasting my time away
Writing a book on you born on a holiday

Somewhere in this song
A little clue to something (clue to something)
Parts of it seem over now
You expect a real solution (real solution)
I’ve got to go with what I know
Taking it on a holiday

I’ve done my share of drugs (they drag me down)
I’ve done my share of speed (it kept me up)
I’ve had the strangest love (it’s all I need)
I’ve had the things I need (I need it now)

When everything seems wrong
I need to look to something (look to something)
People outside inside staying
Out for nothing (out for nothing)
And if you’re in I can’t let go
Short of the long holiday
I think you know what I’ve been saying

When there’s nothing left to all
The colors that you sprayed upon it
Passing judgment on my life
You never really got it right
I can’t believe in anything
I don’t believe in anything
Do you believe in anything?
Do you believe me now

Look like Jesus Christ
Act like Jesus Christ I know…
Here’s your Jesus Christ
I’m your Jesus Christ I know…

Bleeding to death again (my bleeding heart)
Stuck in the heart again (goes out to you)
Somebody nail my hands (I needed pain)
Somebody take my hand (I bleed again)

I knew it all along and now
We’re screwed forever (screwed forever)
Shake these demons off my back
And I can make it better (make it better)
But I can’t go on knowing I am
Permanent on this holiday
I think you know what I am saying

I became the big disgrace
I know that I’m the ugly face
I need some time to reconcile
I need some time to heal a while

Look like Jesus Christ
Act like Jesus Christ I know…
Here’s your Jesus Christ
I’m your Jesus Christ I know…

You’ll be sorry when I’m gone
I guess you knew this all along

Written by Bob Mould

 

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It’s New Music Week! My Version of Jeff Buckley’s ‘Lilac Wine’

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As I’m about to host the Irish launch of my new album ‘Debris’, this week is going to be ‘New Music Week’ on the ‘Rant’. I’ll be posting a diverse group of songs all week that i hope you’ll enjoy. First up is my version of Jeff Buckley’s ‘Lilac Wine:

Lilac Wine

I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree

I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see…
And be what I want to be

When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more than I ought to drink
Because I brings me back you…

Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love
Listen to me… I cannot see clearly
Isn’t that she coming to me nearly here?

Lilac wine is sweet and heady, wheres my love?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where’s my love?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn’t that she, or am I just going crazy, dear?

Lilac wine, I feel unready, for my love
I feel unready for my love…

Written by Jeff Buckley

 

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*New Music* Brand New Original Song “Summer Storm”

219. Summer Storm

This week’s new music is a new original song taken from my upcoming new album “Debris”. This song is a collaboration with the brilliant spoken word poet Erin Fornoff, using her words and my music. This is “Summer Storm”:

Summer Storm

I don’t know why we went
Driving down a back road through a summer storm
Flying sideways as we skipped the highways
Headed east as the soil turned to sand
Doesn’t matter where we’ve been
The tide is always gonna roll in again

Maybe I’ll forgive you
And you might forgive me
For not having a lick of sense
And letting you go
Ah, but I don’t know
I really don’t know

You and me in that warm car
Driving down a back road
Through a storm with the rain pounding outside
As long as I’m breathing I’ll remember that drive
Running through the storm to buy you a soda
You said you wouldn’t kiss me if I ate a hot dog off the rollers
But I knew you were lying then
The tide is always gonna roll in again

We reached out our arms wide like kids
As we stood before the sea
And wondered what we did
To deserve a thing like this
You know it never made any sense
We can make a list in the sand of all our sins
But I knew you were lying then
The tide is always gonna roll in again

Words by Erin Fornoff

Music by Derek Flynn

Erin is one of the people behind LINGO, Ireland’s first spoken word festival which takes place October 17th, 18th & 19th, 2014. You can find out more about it here: http://www.lingofestival.com/

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*New Music* My Version of LCD Soundsystem’s “All My Friends”

216. All My Friends

This week’s new music is my slightly different take on LCD Soundsystem’s “All My Friends”:

All My Friends

That’s how it starts
We go back to your house
We check the charts
And start to figure it out

And if it’s crowded, all the better
Because we know we’re gonna be up late
But if you’re worried about the weather
Then you picked the wrong place to stay
That’s how it starts

It comes apart
The way it does in bad films
Except the part
When the moral kicks in

You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can
And the next ten people who are trying to be polite
When you’re blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?

And to tell the truth
Oh, this could be the last time
So here we go
Like a sales force into the night

And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand
You can sleep on the plane or review what you said
When you’re drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks
You think over and over, “hey, I’m finally dead.”

Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
You look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said
And you always knew you were tired, but then

Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight

Written by James Murphy

 

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*New Music* My Version of The Wolfe Tone’s “Streets of New York”

213. Streets of New York

I heard this song again on the radio recently and it struck me as odd that I’d never done a cover of it. I think this song means a lot to Irish people who have lived and worked in New York. Despite its occasional sentimentality and jingoism, it has an authenticity that rings true for many who have experienced life in New York. So, this is my version of The Wolfe Tone’s “Streets Of New York”:

Streets Of New York

I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin
With a fistful of money and a cartload of dreams
Take your time said me father stop rushing like hell
And remember all’s not what it seems to be.
For there’s fellas would cut ye for the coat on yer back
Or the watch that ye got from yer mother
So take care me young buck-o and mind yourself well
And will you give this wee note to me brother.

At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest, looked after the farm
When a phone call from America said send the lad over
And the oul fella said ‘sure it wouldn’t do any harm’
For I’ve spent my life working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound
And sure maybe there’s something you learn loyalty
And you can bring it back home
Make it easy on me.

So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow taxi
Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was thumpin’ around with excitement
And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying
We came in the Shore Parkway to the Flatlands in Brooklyn
To me Uncle’s apartment on East 53rd
I was feeling so happy I was humming a song
And I sang ‘You’re as free as a bird.’

Well to shorten the story what I found out that day
Was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray
And while I was flying my way to New York
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue.
Well I phoned up the ould fella told him the news
I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes
And he wept as he told me ‘Go ahead with the plans’
And never forget be a proud Irish man.

So I went up to Nellies beside Fordham Road
And I started to learn about lifting the load
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year
Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear
I went home that December ’cause the oul fella died
Had to borrow the money from Phil on the side
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn’t hide
The poor wasted face of me father.

I sold up the oul farmyard for what it was worth
And into my bag stuck a handful of earth
Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane
And I found myself back in the U.S. again
It’s been twenty two years since I’ve set foot in Dublin
Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork
But I’ll never forget the green grass and rivers
As I keep law and order in the streets of New York

Words and Music: Liam Reilly

*New Music* My Version of Van Morrison’s “Foreign Window”

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This week, we’ve got some music from Van the Man! This is my version of “Foreign Window”:


Foreign Window

I saw you from a foreign window
Bearing down the sufferin’ road
You were carryin’ your burden
To the palace of the Lord
To the palace of the Lord

I spied you from a foreign window
When the lilacs were in bloom
And the sun shone through your window pane
To the place you kept your books
You were reading on your sofa
You were singin’ every prayer
That the masters had instilled in you
Since Lord Byron loved despair
In the palace of the Lord

And if you get it right this time
You don’t have to come back again
And if you get it right this time
There’s no need to explain

I saw you from a foreign
Bearing down the sufferin’ road
You were carryin’ your burden
You were singing about Rimbaud
I was going down to Geneva
When the Kingdom had been found
I was giving you protection
From the loneliness of the crowd
In the palace of the Lord

They were giving you religion
Breaking bread and drinking wine
And you laid out on the green hills
Just like when you were a child
I saw you from a foreign window
You were trying to find your way back home
You were carrying your defects
Sleeping on a pallet on the floor
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord

Written by Van Morrison

*New Music* My Version of Ultravox’s “Dancing with Tears in my Eyes”

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This week, we’re headed back to the 80s for my version of Ultravox’s “Dancing with Tears in my Eyes”:

Dancing with Tears in my Eyes

Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died

It’s five and I’m driving home again
It’s hard to believe that it’s my last time.
The man on the wireless cries again
It’s ov-er, it’s over

It’s late and I’m with my love alone
We drink to forget the coming storm
We love to the sound of our favorite song
Over and over

Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died

It’s time and we’re in each other’s arms
It’s time but I don’t think we really care

Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by

Dancing with tears in my eyes

Written by Ultravox

*New Music* My Version of The Cardigans’ “I Need Some Fine Wine…”

210. The Cardigans

This week’s new music is my version of The Cardigans’ “I Need Some Fine Wine and You, You Need to be Nicer”

I Need Some Fine Wine and You, You Need To Be Nicer

Well here’s a good man and a pretty young girl
Trying to play together somehow,
I’m wasting my life; you’re changing the world,
I get drunk and watch your head grow

It’s the good times that we share
And the bad times that we’ll have
It’s the good times and the bad times that we had

Well it’s been a long slow collision,
I’m a pitbull, you’re a dog,
Baby you’re foul in clear conditions
But you’re handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine, and you, you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times
That we’ll have

Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends
Till I go and kill the bottle,
I go off over any old thing,
Break your heart and raise a glass or ten

To the good times that we shared and the bad times that we’ll have
To the good times and the bad time that we’ve had

Well it’s been a long slow collision,
I’m a pitbull, you’re a dog,
Baby you’re foul in clear conditions
But you’re handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times we know will come
Yeah, I need some fine wine
And you, you need to be nicer
You need to be nicer
You need

For the good times and the bad time that we had

Good times, bad times
Sweet wine, bad wine
Good cop, bad cop,
Lapdog, bad dog
Sit

Written by The Cardigans

*New Music* My Version of Bob Dylan’s “Simple Twist of Fate”

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This week’s new music comes from Bob Dylan’s brilliant album, Blood on the Tracks. This is my version of “Simple Twist of Fate”:

Simple Twist of Fate

They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
It was then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a-beat-up shade where he was waking up
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again how long must he wait
One more time for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring
She was born in spring but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

Written by Bob Dylan