MUSIC FOR SALE

Verse 1
Molly Bawn, her ghost still roams,
Caught and released in our homes.
We’ll sing whack fol the daddy-oh,
The Wild Rover and Rosin the Beau.
Acetates and an RCA,
A hundred pounds of Model K.
Over water wide and walls of stone,
A heavy load on his mind and bones.
Verse 2
’51, the walls drew in,
Exiled and un-American.
With the London lady by his side,
The Dublin doors swung open wide.
Pre-Chorus
In the deep divide, a new demesne,
Where the earth it pulls apart.
Chorus
And spun from the crackle and hum,
Through the thread it runs.
Verse 3
Ennis would play uilleann,
Knew the leads, the language and the land.
Knock on door and window pane —
“Bring us in from the wind and rain.”
Pre-Chorus (reprise)
In the deep divide, a new demesne,
Where the earth it pulls apart.
Chorus (reprise)
And spun from the crackle and hum,
Through the thread it runs.
Final Verse
From cutting head and copper line,
Through satellites, sound refined,
Voices reach the golden shore,
And they ring on out to the evermore.
Pre-Chorus (final)
In the deep divide, a new demesne,
Where the earth it pulls apart.
Double Chorus (final)
And spun from the crackle and hum,
Through the thread it runs.
And spun from the crackle and hum,
Through the thread it runs.