Dave King from Flogging Molly writes some amazing lyrics. He'll write really personal songs, protest songs, songs bringing attention to historical events.
"The Son Never Shines (On Closed Doors)"
I saw her there fade from afar
Her hair grey charcoal
Takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile
But her blood red shot eye
Said the sun never shines on closed doors
It's been eight long years since I saw
The woman who's labored
Since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face
To that cold dark damp place
Where the sun never shines on closed doors
She said the sun never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away, to the green fields of May
Because the sun never shines on closed doors
Death comes like a thief in the night
To steal while you sleep
The soul's flickering light
Well maybe it's then
She said, I'll see you again
'Cause the sun never shines on closed doors
She said the sun never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away, to the green fields of May
Because the sun never shines on closed doors
And we all go the same way home
Yeah, we all go the same way home
"This Present State Of Grace"
In this present state of grace
I hold my head up high
Though the water damage froze
Another flood will soon be by
Here and now is all we'll be
So it's this present state of grace I offer thee
Welcome home to the men
And the women who defend
Back to their lives and the lies
Shat on them by government
Through the barbs and the pokes
And the ones we'd like to choke
It's this present state of grace I offer thee
In this present state of grace
A poor man robbed me blind
Though I offered him the cash
He said, 'Don't insult my pride'
To each their own
We're just flesh and bone
An this present state of grace I offer thee
In this present state of grace
I saw the wall capsize
And through the banks they fell
Into the swelling tide
Let them eat cake
For our mistakes
And this present state of grace I offer thee
So let's sing goodbye to Auld Lang Syne
Under the carpet sweep behind
Where passengers making turns
Towards the coming great divide
The true prophet never spoke
He just smiles and saw the joke
And this present state of grace I offer thee
'Cause only life, yeah only life has loneliness to sell
So celebrate, yeah live your life, live it and raise hell
The true prophet never spoke
He just smiled and saw the joke
And this present state of grace we creatures need
"Tobacco Island"
All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
'Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure
They dragged us from our homeland with the musket and their gun
Cromwell and his roundheads battered all we knew
Shackled hopes of freedom, we're naught but stolen goods
Dark is the horizon
Blackened from the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong
All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
Red leg, down a peg, blistered burns the soul
The floggings they're a plenty but reasons there are none
Our backs belong to landlords, where branded is there name
Paid for with ten shillings, cheap labor never breaks
The silver moon is shining
Cools the copper blood
Where the living meet the dead
And together dance as one
All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
Agony, will you cleanse this misery?
For it's never again I'll breathe the air of home
From this sandy edge, the rolling sea breaks my revenge
With each whisper a thousand waves, I hear roar
I'm coming home
