Flogging Molly is a seven-piece Irish-American Celtic punk band. My son loves the band and has been singing this song for years. Happy St. Patrick's Day! My son has his own writing and poetry blog "HERE".
Laura
Feel the words from my lips
To your harsh finger tips
Then you know where I come from
Cause I know, yes I know
Cause I lost everything I had
See, I could have danced on the sun
But my world came undone
Laura!!!!!!
There's no need for tears
Cause there's no need to cry
The love that you leave
Will never be denied
This pain in my head escaped from my heart
No woman alive can touch who you were
So bye bye, Laura
Cause no one could take your place
Bye bye Laura
Your beauty will never fade
The seed that you've sewn
Will reach for the sky
This love that you leave
Will never be denied
And after this song, her spirit lives on
Though you're not around you'll never be gone
So bye bye Laura
Cause no one can take your place
Bye bye Laura
Your beauty will never fade
Well I... I could have danced on the sun
But the world came undone
Laura
Yeah I... I could have danced on the sun
But my world came undone
So Bye Bye Laura
Bye Bye Laura
So bye bye, Laura
Bye bye Laura
This pain in my head escaped from my heart
No woman alive could touch who you were
So bye bye Laura
Cause no one could take your place
Bye bye Laura
Your beauty will never fade
So bye bye Laura
Cause no one can take your place
Bye bye Laura
Your beauty will never fade
FADE!
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| Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales |
Life's Real Prize
If ever you catch a leprechaun, beware.
Of kind heart and honest I hope you be
and not scheming to become a billionaire
as greed and foolishness they hate to see.
Solitary tinkers with a mischievous side,
these little men clad in coats of green, realize
man's plight and will feed upon your pride,
persuading you to select wishes unwise.
Yet, these fairy folk are quick to brandish
something which you desperately need,
a gift perceived as "The luck of the Irish"
in fact is a Leprechaun's good deed.
Rare as a four leaf clover, such luck
is splendid, indeed. But faith, hope and love
represented by the regular tri-leaf shamrock
is life's real prize of which we are all capable of.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens, 3-17-11
17 comments:
Such talent in that family of yours! And what a handsome fella too! :)
I could not get the sound. But he looks so at home playing his guitar. What a beautiful young man!
Awesome, Margaret.....so talented and so handsome a young man. You'll be needing a good security system to keep the girls away any day now.
I enjoyed that : One of the great delights of blogging is how it can introduce you to new songs and new talents one might otherwise never see or hear. In most cases it is a welcome introduction. In this case it certainly was.
What a treat! LOVED this!!
you have done your homework well.
thoughtful magpie.
Just for the record, from Mama Zen up through Texwisgirl, they were complimenting my son ... I hadn't posted my poem yet.
Jingle - I will go back to the drawing board with this one, but thank you for the encouragement.
Margaret . . I love the song, and you must be so proud of your son.
"Life's Real Prize" - no one surely would dispute the honest sentiments. Some of the lines are pentameters (10 syllables) or so nearly pentameters that it would be worth working on the poem to improve the rhythms. Spend a morning reading Shakespeare until your head is ringing with his beautiful speech rhythm, then rejig your poem. Once you start writing pentameters you'll never be able to stop. Tyrannical, pentameters are! Be careful to stress the words/syllables that naturally carry a stress in ordinary speech.
Oohh.. the song's great, Margaret... and he's played/sung it so well... much liked!!
And by the way, I liked your poem too!! It made so much sense to me... Good thoughts well expressed, my friend...
xooxox
Now Margaret me dear ... don't ya be goin' and knockin' yourself ... I loved this!
PS .. your son is amazing!
Texwisgirl, Bonnie, Carol, Alan, Tess, Mama Zen - Thank you! I love having Will home as he is always singing and playing guitar. I adore his Billy Joel!
Jingle, Kavita Helen - Very kind, but I am going to get a few books on Ireland (I'd love to travel and visit that beautiful country!) and follow Dr. FTSE's advice. This poem was hastily done as I had my son home from school. I plan on reposting it next year, better and improved!
Dr. FTSE - As I stated on your blog... Thanks!! I really appreciate your advice!
Love Flogging Molly! Your son did them proud. The poem wasn't half bad either :)
Margaret, I enjoyed your son’s music and song, but I had to take it a step farther and check out his blog. I find myself in awe of a young poet possessing skill far, far beyond his years; his rhyme and rhythm are impeccable. From his knowledge and use of mythology, one would think he was from an older generation (and that's a good thing). You have a bright star shining there.
Man alive! He's good, Margaret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jotter Girl - Yes, I am a huge fan of "Flogging Molly" now as well. The poem is being rewritten. It has potential... Thanks!
Mike - WOW! Thank you. It is really fun to watch my young man pursue the arts. He does have an "old romantic soul"!
Ginnie - :) Thank you, sincerely.
nice your son is mondo talented...love flogging molly....some fun rhyme scheme going on in your poema nd def fits the time of season...sorry your son stole the show...smiles.
Ahh !!! so beautiful. I enjoyed both the songs... so perfect... interesting...
With your words, you hurt mind (Heart I thought would be a great word here) and spill tears.. I enjoyed this imagery a lot... Perfect thought for the image...
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