There are many great Irishmen in New York, John Duddy being one. I met him again recently playing a bit of soccer/football (yes that's him, THE Derry legend) He encouraged me to ‘just put my stuff out there’. Thanks Mr John! So this is all a first go around at a new ‘out there’ thing. Is it a podcast? More a show my new song sort of thing. I’m a prolific song writer and want to allow others to share in what I write and sing in a fresh just-born way. I just made this. This is very new. It’s Art. So sketches, rough takes warts ‘n’ all. The hearer might be nurtured, fed and get something from them. I might too. It’s exposure sure, but for good Artistic reasons.
Today’s song I wrote yesterday - then recorded it this morning on my cel phone so there it is. Play the music above, read the lyrics below.
Sounds the donkey say:
I am the watchman on my wailing wall.
I am the lonely lightning. Hey!
Your mother's waiting on your call.
If I show my wicked brother
All the evil in his heart,
He will never, never listen
He'll say something dumb yet smart.
Hee-haw, Hee-haw, Hee-haw, Hee.
That's the sound, the donkey's bray
Hee-haw, Hee-haw, Hee-haw, Hee.
That's what all the donkeys say
Hee-haw, Hee-haw, Hee-haw, Hee.
I've forgotten how to pray.
Hee-haw, Hee-haw, Hee-haw, Hee.
That's the sound the donkey say.
I am the watchman waiting
for the break of day.
The cold bleak snow,
The sudden stab of pain.
If I bring evidence, a witness to
the wrong, the rank, the rot.
The thieving in the palace.
The things that ought, are not.
I am the watchman wailer
It's a stupid futile life.
Not my fault I feel guilty
Hail-fellow well-met’s got a knife.
If I bring my accusations,
of pillage, graft and rape.
I'll look gullible and foolish,
‘gainst glib lies of the estate.
Copyright John Munnelly September 2023
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