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sound and lyrics gallery
lyrics:
upcoming shows
Due to popular demand we have added some of our lyrics to the site. We expect you all to
be singing along next time you are at one of our shows.
All original music/lyrics is the property of Boru's Ghost and may not be used without
expressed written consent.
Arrangement of compositions is a collaborative effort of all members of Boru's Ghost.
be singing along next time you are at one of our shows.
All original music/lyrics is the property of Boru's Ghost and may not be used without
expressed written consent.
Arrangement of compositions is a collaborative effort of all members of Boru's Ghost.
Exiles of Erin Lyrics adapted from 16th century anonymous poem by J. McGaha
copyright 2002 Boru's Ghost
For the plane shall be broke by the shame of a stranger, and the stone mansions stroke
tell the woods of their danger, and the green grass and shore be with white keeps
disfigured, and the moat of Rathmore be the Saxon churls haggard
For the land of the lakes shall no more know the prospect, of valleys and breaks so
transformed is her aspect, and the Gael cannot tell in the uprooted wildwood, and the red
Rigby dell the old nurse of his childhood
For we starved by the board and we thirst amid wassail, for the guest is the Lord and the
host is the vessel, through the woods let us roam through the waste wild and barren, we
are the strangers at home we are the exiles of Erin.
copyright 2002 Boru's Ghost
For the plane shall be broke by the shame of a stranger, and the stone mansions stroke
tell the woods of their danger, and the green grass and shore be with white keeps
disfigured, and the moat of Rathmore be the Saxon churls haggard
For the land of the lakes shall no more know the prospect, of valleys and breaks so
transformed is her aspect, and the Gael cannot tell in the uprooted wildwood, and the red
Rigby dell the old nurse of his childhood
For we starved by the board and we thirst amid wassail, for the guest is the Lord and the
host is the vessel, through the woods let us roam through the waste wild and barren, we
are the strangers at home we are the exiles of Erin.
Hound of Cullan Written by R. Pierce copyright 2005 Boru's Ghost
In the light of the early dawn the earth howled and moaned. The mist of a brand new day,
quiet but not alone. Six enter the battle field with Morrigan high above. She smells the
blood before it spills, it's all that she loves.
A man appears spear in hand from the dark woods beyond. Child of Lugh, Hound of
Cullan, the Hero of Dannan. His heart beats within his chest like a war drum his cry.
Berserker rage, they lose their mind and out pops his eye.
Fight their best but fail the test his skills too strong to match. The druid sons fall one by
one to the wind their souls are cast. Magic wave by the hand of Maeve his fate now is
thrown. Mortal wound has found his doom he dies by the stone.
The day turns cold, his eyes they die, the sky cries in shame. He calls out to his father
above and feels no more pain. For three long days, no one approached, fear still churned
inside. Babd appeared, the Hound is dead, the earth it howled and cried.
In the light of the early dawn the earth howled and moaned. The mist of a brand new day,
quiet but not alone. Six enter the battle field with Morrigan high above. She smells the
blood before it spills, it's all that she loves.
A man appears spear in hand from the dark woods beyond. Child of Lugh, Hound of
Cullan, the Hero of Dannan. His heart beats within his chest like a war drum his cry.
Berserker rage, they lose their mind and out pops his eye.
Fight their best but fail the test his skills too strong to match. The druid sons fall one by
one to the wind their souls are cast. Magic wave by the hand of Maeve his fate now is
thrown. Mortal wound has found his doom he dies by the stone.
The day turns cold, his eyes they die, the sky cries in shame. He calls out to his father
above and feels no more pain. For three long days, no one approached, fear still churned
inside. Babd appeared, the Hound is dead, the earth it howled and cried.
Eclipse Written by J. McGaha copyright 2001 Boru's Ghost
In the glade of the meadow there was thunder in the shadows and the cries from the
howling wind came. Down the darkened ivy path through the broken stained glass a
figure in the broken church came. There was shouting in the night foreign gestures out of
sight where the hoof of the cloven were slain. Down the rocky Mohr pass I began to run
so fast that my legs were reeling in pain.
So I went to the holler and I told it to my father in the broken church the heretic sang. He
went to the neighbors where they tallied up their sabers and they rallied to the crimson
way. The stars were aligned giving me some kind of sign that surreptitious things were
amiss. We looked up at the sky and we had to wonder why we were looking at an eclipse.
We went through the twisted trees through the meadow and the breeze and the glade
held with it a sound. A tremor in the earth an unholy birth that came from the burial
mound. Darkness descended on the party that was winded and it took us one at a time.
At the end of the battle there was no one in the saddle and the lesson was to be mine.
In the glade of the meadow there was thunder in the shadows and the cries from the
howling wind came. Down the darkened ivy path through the broken stained glass a
figure in the broken church came. There was shouting in the night foreign gestures out of
sight where the hoof of the cloven were slain. Down the rocky Mohr pass I began to run
so fast that my legs were reeling in pain.
So I went to the holler and I told it to my father in the broken church the heretic sang. He
went to the neighbors where they tallied up their sabers and they rallied to the crimson
way. The stars were aligned giving me some kind of sign that surreptitious things were
amiss. We looked up at the sky and we had to wonder why we were looking at an eclipse.
We went through the twisted trees through the meadow and the breeze and the glade
held with it a sound. A tremor in the earth an unholy birth that came from the burial
mound. Darkness descended on the party that was winded and it took us one at a time.
At the end of the battle there was no one in the saddle and the lesson was to be mine.
Epitaph music by J. McGaha & R. Pierce Lyrics by R. Pierce copyright 2005 Boru's
Ghost
Looking towards the setting sun now that the storms are gone. It passed me by I don't
know why, underneath the crystalline sky.
How will they remember me? Will my soul be flying free? And what will be written on my
epitaph?
Words etched in cold grey stone, thoughts that you're never alone. Accomplishments,
what do they mean when you've seen the sights unseen?
How will they remember you? Will your soul be flying free? And what will be written on
your epitaph?
Wars rage on from dusk till dawn, will there come a day when they're gone? God and land
and shifting sand, there's no more reason to stand.
When will we finally find our creed? Will our souls be flying free? And what will be written
on our epitaphs?
Is this all for you and me? When will we finally find our creed? And will our souls be flying
free?
Ghost
Looking towards the setting sun now that the storms are gone. It passed me by I don't
know why, underneath the crystalline sky.
How will they remember me? Will my soul be flying free? And what will be written on my
epitaph?
Words etched in cold grey stone, thoughts that you're never alone. Accomplishments,
what do they mean when you've seen the sights unseen?
How will they remember you? Will your soul be flying free? And what will be written on
your epitaph?
Wars rage on from dusk till dawn, will there come a day when they're gone? God and land
and shifting sand, there's no more reason to stand.
When will we finally find our creed? Will our souls be flying free? And what will be written
on our epitaphs?
Is this all for you and me? When will we finally find our creed? And will our souls be flying
free?
Modern World Written by R. Pierce copyright 2002 Boru's Ghost
Oh, I thought too much last night. I'm ready to start a fight. Now what else can I do? But
write this down for you.*
* Gotta' slow down, moving too fast, no place left to go. Find me a place, no more space
so I welcome you to the modern world.
Oh, there's a new law every day. Restricting what you say. No matter what you do.
They're coming after you. *
Oh, now families gone away. Important 'til today. Now many things have changed. But
truth still stays the same.*
Mark my words as this draws to an end...like the tower of Babel, what goes up must
surely fall down, everything must pass. And I know as the children grow that everything
must change. Now it's come a full circle in it's wake...it's time to start again.
Oh, I thought too much last night. I'm ready to start a fight. Now what else can I do? But
write this down for you.*
* Gotta' slow down, moving too fast, no place left to go. Find me a place, no more space
so I welcome you to the modern world.
Oh, there's a new law every day. Restricting what you say. No matter what you do.
They're coming after you. *
Oh, now families gone away. Important 'til today. Now many things have changed. But
truth still stays the same.*
Mark my words as this draws to an end...like the tower of Babel, what goes up must
surely fall down, everything must pass. And I know as the children grow that everything
must change. Now it's come a full circle in it's wake...it's time to start again.
Open Road Written by J. McGaha copyright 2004 Boru's Ghost
I'm sitting here a little run down, for I can feel life bearing down on me. I think I had a
revelation, the open road is calling out to me.*
* When I head out on the highway, the memories flood back to me. I wish that this would
last forever, but when the morning comes it becomes easy to see...the open road.
Where out in the meadow would you stand, when I had dreamed you standing there with
me? The path ahead of us is longer still, but don't you know it's a lot of time to fill.*
How I long to be back in your arms, but then I know things can not be the same. I know it
takes time for the scars to heal, but don't you know it is time that life will steal.*
I'm sitting here a little run down, for I can feel life bearing down on me. I think I had a
revelation, the open road is calling out to me.*
* When I head out on the highway, the memories flood back to me. I wish that this would
last forever, but when the morning comes it becomes easy to see...the open road.
Where out in the meadow would you stand, when I had dreamed you standing there with
me? The path ahead of us is longer still, but don't you know it's a lot of time to fill.*
How I long to be back in your arms, but then I know things can not be the same. I know it
takes time for the scars to heal, but don't you know it is time that life will steal.*
The Pawn Written by R. Pierce copyright 2001 Boru's Ghost
Can't we see what's going on? Or are we really that far gone? Twisted riddles and
molded lies making illusions of our lives.
In the years so long ago, men would farm and women would sew. Growing virtue from the
land, the only reason was your clan. *
* How much blood must we pay? I can't take another day...as the pawn.
Now smiling faces on tv are illusions that we see. Building castles to the sky, to the
powers we must tithe.**
Can't we see what's going on? Or are we really that far gone? Twisted riddles and
molded lies making illusions of our lives.
In the years so long ago, men would farm and women would sew. Growing virtue from the
land, the only reason was your clan. *
* How much blood must we pay? I can't take another day...as the pawn.
Now smiling faces on tv are illusions that we see. Building castles to the sky, to the
powers we must tithe.**
Perceptions Music by J. McGaha Lyrics by R. Pierce. Copyright 2005 Boru's Ghost
What is this essence of the truth, just the opposite of a lie, and will any of us know before
we die?
Is the moon rising or is it the setting sun? Different perceptions, deceptions we all hold.
Are your eyes open, are theirs too blind to see? Faint superstitions or is it just history.*
* Its all in the way that you see it (I'm not scared to live). It's all in the mind that you read it
(I'm not scared to die). It's all in the time that you feel it (I have seen the truth). Its beauty
makes me cry/the truth will win the day.
I don't need sages telling me what's in store. Life's what you make it and death is nothing
more. Don't need your illusions, the truth will set you free. You can't see the forest, you're
blinded by the trees.*
What is this essence of the truth, just the opposite of a lie, and will any of us know before
we die?
Is the moon rising or is it the setting sun? Different perceptions, deceptions we all hold.
Are your eyes open, are theirs too blind to see? Faint superstitions or is it just history.*
* Its all in the way that you see it (I'm not scared to live). It's all in the mind that you read it
(I'm not scared to die). It's all in the time that you feel it (I have seen the truth). Its beauty
makes me cry/the truth will win the day.
I don't need sages telling me what's in store. Life's what you make it and death is nothing
more. Don't need your illusions, the truth will set you free. You can't see the forest, you're
blinded by the trees.*
Rites of Passage Written by R. Pierce copyright 2000 Boru's Ghost
Remembering the days of old, the grassy fields were cold...so long ago.
Now I see the tears, I'm trying to kill this fear...so long ago.
I can see both night and day in the same frame. And my consciousness involves ego
decay. Caught in a world of endless solutions, caught in a world of imagination. Clean of
thought 'til I lay down to sleep. *
*When I'm in my grave, my mind will be saved.
Caught in a torturous limbo I strive to believe. For these thoughts I am sure I will bleed.
Give me instructions, show me a sign; show me a way to the glowing light. When I pass
away I will surely see.*
Now I stand against the wind, I know I'll break before I bend...so long ago.
These thoughts flow through my mind, makes me lose sense of time...so long ago.
Remembering the days of old, the grassy fields were cold...so long ago.
Now I see the tears, I'm trying to kill this fear...so long ago.
I can see both night and day in the same frame. And my consciousness involves ego
decay. Caught in a world of endless solutions, caught in a world of imagination. Clean of
thought 'til I lay down to sleep. *
*When I'm in my grave, my mind will be saved.
Caught in a torturous limbo I strive to believe. For these thoughts I am sure I will bleed.
Give me instructions, show me a sign; show me a way to the glowing light. When I pass
away I will surely see.*
Now I stand against the wind, I know I'll break before I bend...so long ago.
These thoughts flow through my mind, makes me lose sense of time...so long ago.
originals:
Boru's Ghost
| "That which is forgotten need not necessarily be dead."- H.P. Lovecraft |
upcoming shows
June 7@ Tipperary Inn-8p
Dallas, TX
Oklahoma City, OK
Stillwater, OK
June 21-22 @ OK Celtic Music Fest
April 26 @OKC Fest of Arts 7:30p
Oklahoma City, OK
May 10 @Norman UU 9p
Oklahoma City, OK
June 6 @Fullcircle Books 6p