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New Hazardous Design

by The BibleCode Sundays

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afuture-moose So many great songs - but maybe Count Your Blessings ... 3 mins of celtic-pop-bliss? Better than the epic Trumpets of Jericho.. not sure - hell buy the bloody album and decide for yourself// Favorite track: Trumpets Of Jericho.
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Damon Corr Feels like I've been waiting for so long for some more from the BCS and now it's like a fresh breeze is blowing through the house, wake up house and listen to this! Favorite track: When Will The Road Rise.
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Intro 01:10
2.
Stick the Sword in your side, rub salt in your wound Stick needles in your eyes, you’ll be forgiven soon But that won’t make it better, that won’t numb the pain It won’t change the weather, only you can stop the rain I won’t be going home until the sun is in the sky And the night has got the better of me and I think I’m gonna die Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3 Count your blessings 1, 2, 3 No more punishment beatings, no more little broken hearts No more self defeating, no more teardrops in the dark Cos that won’t make it easier, it won’t get you out of there Give your memories to amnesia, it’s not your cross to bear I won’t be going home until the sun is in the sky And the night has got the better of me and I think I’m gonna die Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3 Count your blessings 1, 2, 3 (instrumental) What’s the use in crying, what good is there in blame What’s the use in trying, if you keep it all the same Ring a ring a rosie, a pocket full of white Don’t stop your eyes from closing Get up, stand , be a man, get off your knees tonight I won’t be going home until the sun is in the sky And the night has got the better of me and I think I’m gonna die Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3 Count your blessings I won’t be going home until the sun is in the sky And the night has got the better of me and I think I’ m gonna die Count your blessings, count them 1, 2, 3 Count your blessings
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The pigs are at their troughs again They got to have their fill The wind is at their backs again & we’re left wanting still Where are the scales of justice? Where is the circle of trust? Is it a catherine wheel turning & burning down to dust? When will the road rise When will the road rise When will the road rise to meet us We’re the rock in the foundation We’re the oil in this machine We’re the hands that built the nation And the faces that never will be seen Where are the scales of justice? Where is the circle of trust? Is it a ferris wheel bending, descending into rust? When will the road rise When will the road rise When will the road rise to meet us (instrumental) Your heart likes the feeling Of the mighty dollar bill You think it keeps it beating so you take like a pill When will the road rise When will the road rise When will the road rise to meet us When will the sun shine When will the sun shine The sun is gonna shine on you and I & they won’t defeat us They won’t defeat us Never will defeat us Never will deafeat us
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So many angels, so many faces I can’t bring myself to count I’m running out of fingers It’s coming like ghost town So many days I’ve cried, so many candlelights We started off a million now I’m running out of fingers It’s coming like ghost town Don’t look down, there’s no safety net tonight Just the sound crashing In the beating heart the light plays tricks when you’re down And the devils always get their kicks somehow & there’s so many angels now So many sleepless nights, so many sacrificed I can’t bring myself to count I’m running out of fingers It’s coming like ghost town Don’t look down, there’s no safety net tonight Just the sound crashing In the beating heart the light plays tricks when you’re down And the devils always get their kicks somehow & there’s so many angels now (instrumental) Don’t look down, there’s no safety net tonight Just the sound crashing In the beating heart the light plays tricks when you’re down And the devils always get their kicks somehow & there’s so many angels now
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It’s the rumble and the thunder of boots It’s the fire in the sky When you cut this tree down to the roots It’s leads to you and I How can you just perpetuate When you hear a mother cry There’s a land of opportunity here But you need not apply, you need not apply Don’t bring that sin against the skin and drag me through the mud You’re only free cos they can’t see the colour in your blood The colour in your blood oh the colour in your blood You’re only free cos they can’t see the colour in your blood Isn’t this why they fought and they died When they put it to the test Working men standing side by side Taking bullets in the chest We shall overcome, we will not regress We will not regress, we will not regress Don’t bring that sin against the skin and drag me through the mud You’re only free cos they can’t see the colour in your blood The colour in your blood oh the colour in your blood You’re only free cos they can’t see the colour in your blood (instrumental) The colour in your blood, oh the colour in your blood The colour in your blood, oh the colour in your blood
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The Trumpets of Jericho Came raining down on Cathcart Street And the walls of terraced houses Came crashing round our feet We didn’t want to send our children To foreign lands to fight a war But then I seen young Billy Kavanagh Lying dead outside my door They’re bringing in conscription boys The writing’s on the wall All those black-haired Irish boys answering the call It may not be for King & Country But we’ll make them taste defeat Cos the Trumpets of Jericho came raining down on Cathcart Street They gave Our Kid a rifle Joseph Patrick McAteer A welter-weight, just five foot eight And only eighteen years McLaughlin & McGuigan Yeah Flyboots said he’d do his best And the Orange boys of Conway Street They were taken with the rest It may not be for King & country But we’ll make them taste defeat Cos the Trumpets of Jericho came raining down on Cathcart Street The Trumpets of Jericho came raining down on Cathcart Street Big Bold Johnny Mahoney Who dug the Mersey Tunnel on his own He was out there digging trenches But he never made it home Oh Johnny Boy where are you now? Sometimes I swear I hear your voice Ringing round these narrow streets I wish they’d given you a choice So you see it’s not your country Not your king and all his men And they’ll put you on the frontline boys When they send for you again Yeah they’ll put you on the frontline boys When they send for you again And again and again
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You can't see the lines on my face The secret I'm keeping A heart so putrid, a soul so stained The way that I'm sinning Just like it was beginning Pretending I'm winning the pleasure and pain But you don't know me the way that you see me, Substituting pleasure for happiness is what I’ve got I'm living like Dorian, living like Dorian I’m Living like Dorian Prophet of the broken heart Like the crash of the thunder Calamitous blunder, reflection of me Life's feckless wonders A portrait so ugly The scourge of the city, a picture of me But you don't know me the way that you see me, Substituting pleasure for happiness is what I’ve got Now I'm living like Dorian, I'm living like Dorian Living like Dorian Night time without daylight is what I've got Night time without daylight is what I've got I'm living like Dorian, living like Dorian I’m Living like Dorian
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Holding back the tears, the pain and sorrow You beg steal and borrow to find your fix Trading your tomorrows, to save your honour Some day you're gonna ease your mind Do you think you are a tough street soldier Keep your chin up like your papa told ya Maybe then you’re gonna live a little older And you'll find a new hazardous design Holding up your gun and your side of the bargain Onwards you’re marching to find your fix Trying to hold up your head, as you bring it all back home And you sit here alone, what has this done to you? What have you done? What have you done? Do you think you are a tough street soldier Keep your chin up like your papa told ya Maybe then you’re gonna live a little older And you'll find a new hazardous design (instrumental) Holding back the tears, the pain and sorrow You beg steal borrow to find your fix Do you think you are a tough street soldier Keep your chin up like your papa told ya Maybe then you’re gonna live a little older And you'll find.. Do you think you are a tough street soldierDo you think you are a tough street soldierDo you think you are a tough street soldierDo you think you are a tough street soldier
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Through the port of Boston Harbour, streaming off the boats Hungry, persecuted, a million angry rogues Faction fights, the street gangs, the start of something new Falling from the bars sticks and fist fights they ensued From guns sent home in coffins, the rosary, the church To torture in the cellars and buried in the lurch McLeans and the McLoughlins, Whitey, JFK The shanty Irish will never leave, the code of silence stays We gave to you our sons for the stars and stripes they stand We fought in North Korea and died in Vietnam Shot down on the beaches and butchered in the fields And carried home to Boston and our homes in Somerville You opened your arms to me We're home from the sea Boston we love you still Now forever the Lords of Winter Hill (instrumental) You opened your arms to me We're home from the sea Boston we love you still Now forever the Lords of Winter Hill The Gustin Gang, the Mullens, Provos and Kileens The blood ran down the Mystic and far across the sea The celtic cross and tombstones, a monument there still For Ireland's sons and daughters and the Lords of Winter Hill The Gustin Gang, the Mullens, Provos and Kileens The blood ran down the Mystic and far across the sea The celtic cross and tombstones, a monument there still For Ireland's sons and daughters and the Lords of Winter Hill
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Reprise 00:33
11.
Come on people listen up this is what they say to me All this peace has gotta stop, we need a common enemy For keeping everybody scared Hearing voices in your head Trust in everything destroyed Gotta keep em paranoid Talking 'bout the end of... Talking 'bout the end of... Talking 'bout the end of... Talking 'bout the end of the world Come on people listen up, don't believe your television Lights, camera, action, cut, separate your fact & fiction They're keeping everybody scared Hearing voices in your head Trust in everything destroyed Gotta keep em paranoid Talking 'bout the end of... Talking 'bout the end of... Talking 'bout the end of... Talking 'bout the end of the world (instrumental) Come on people listen up this is what they say to me All this peace has gotta stop, we need a common enemy For keeping everybody scared Hearing voices in your head Trust in everything destroyed Gotta keep em paranoid Talking 'bout the end of... Talking 'bout the end of... Talking 'bout the end of... Talking 'bout the end of the world Talking 'bout the end of the world Talking 'bout the end of the world
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My Father told me when I was six Of Billy Conn, The Pittsburgh Kid And as he spoke I wish that I had been there To The Steel City his parents came From Ireland’s shores in search of fame The streets of Sliberty became their home where… William Davis Conn was born A tough street fighter, hands of stone With film star looks and a left that fighters dream of He fought the best and watched them fall The best light-heavyweight of all World champion and the pride of Pittsburgh city From the west and to the eastern cities New York and the streets of Philly We’ll never see the likes of Billy Conn The Pittsburgh Kid Of all sad words of tongue an dpen The saddest are “what might have been” One night in ’41 in New York City For thirtee rounds he out-boxed Loius He blew away the Bomber But his Irish pride fo ronce was his undoing From the west and to the eastern cities New York and the streets of Philly We’ll never see the likes of Billy Conn The Pittsburgh Kid So farewell to The Pitsburgh Kid We’ll not forget those things you did The smokey city proudly boasts your name still On Billy Conn Boulevard Not far from where your parents starved The steel mills where they toiled are just a memory From the west and to the eastern cities New York and the streets of Philly We’ll never see the likes of Billy Conn, Billy Conn Some came close Kilrain and Sharkey Loughran, Ward, Doyle and Quarry We’ll never see the likes of Billy Conn The Pittsburgh Kid
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Born on the streets in a hostile place Another angel falls from grace I'm making every move for you These things that I have now become Have left us reeling, on the run No hundred thousand welcomes here for you, you tell me... From our poor and barren home now these city streets we own Now we're princes No more we toil the land or build your towers grand See us glisten That girl so sweet that I adore Her blazing heart, my frozen core They beat as one like mine for you My brother all this wealth you see Will fade in to a memory So let's not falter, just stay strong and watch us prosper From our poor and barren home now these city streets we own Now we're princes No more we toil the land or build your towers grand See us glisten fare thee well sweet Donegal, The Rosses and Gweedore I'm crossing the main ocean to fall down at your door I'm falling deeper in to you and there's nothing I can seem to do To stop this burning star from falling From fields of hunger came The workers and the slaves of an empire To the belly of the beast From her table now we feast Now it's on fire Now it's on fire Now it's on fire

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The BibleCode Sundays London, UK

BCS are Ronan MacManus, Andy Nolan, Enda Mulloy, Paddy Franklin, Kian Chanter and Joe Cotterill (drummer Carlton Hunt died Nov 2017) FolkRock band from London, England.
They have released 4 studio albums.
A BCS song 'Boys of Queens' was also used as an epilogue in the US TV series 'Unforgettable'
Email ronanrjp@hotmail.com for info
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