The music clip thread

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Well I've come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast,
Ye great thick headit ape, I'll stick yer chin right out yer arse,
Come lookin' for your pound o' flesh, but I've got nothin' left,
Cause Christian Brothers & Brides o' Christ've flogged me half to death.
Suck on this ye Succubus, your star'll never rise,
Ye've the smell o' death about your breath & bullet holes for eyes,
I wish that I were sober, the day I made you mine,
Oh pull the piggin door behind ye, thank you for your time,
Bastards! A shower o' pricks, the likes ye've never known,
Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below.
Oh as I set out on my way all naked and alone,
Guard my back, guide me forth & bring me safely home,
Geez half a life, a decent wife, my share o' love & trust,
And when I'm gone, the long & restful slumber of the just.
They'll ride ye to the gates o' Hell, drive ye to the brew,
'til every penny's splashin' off the wall against your shoe,
Ye'll get yer feed o' spurs & a few choice feckin' words,
Then its back to picks & shovels, cause that's all they'll let ye do.
 

My Daddy he were just a boy when he walked outta school,
His Mammy said there'd soon be one more hungry mouth to fill,
He said 'the learnin' and the schoolin' wurnae bad for them that could,
Tho' I can read & write my bloody name & sign it where I should',
And he said..
'If I had my time again, I know I'd be a learned man,
An artisan in high demand, a Doctor or a Teacher,
As sure as guns are made of iron, I were born a working man,
I'd live & die right where I stand if I'd my time again'.
He went wide eyed down tae Johnny Brown, he were a big lad for his years,
And there he worked so long if he ever cried there'd be iron ore in his tears,
He'd tumble in of a Friday night a Haddie for yer tea,
And he'd sing to me their dirty songs & diddle me on his knee,
And he'd sing..
'If I had my time again, I know I'd be a rovin' man,
I'd rove away to far Japan to court the Emperors daughter..'
With his mates he'd belt the plates on fleets of shining awe,
To carry all the well-to-do to golden foreign shores,
They all coughed themselves to an early grave half filled with bloody rain,
As the people sang 'The Long Black Limousine',
We all sing!..
'If I had my time again, I know I'd be a fightin' man,
In far Malay or Vietnam, tho' I am more a lover..'
 
I've seen this guy three times (he's dead now). Every time I saw him he was pissed and every time he was great. The first time I saw him Bert Jansch was support act. I 'd never heard of Jansch or Pentangle before that concert.
He wrote this song for Nick Drake who was on the same label.
 
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