New Hazardous Design

by The BibleCode Sundays

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Damon Corr
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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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released November 12, 2013

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The BibleCode Sundays London, UK

BCS are a FolkRock band from London, England.
'Ghosts of our past' was recorded in 2007 and 'Boots or no Boots' in 2008.
Gigs include:
Glastonbury festival
Celtic Park
Sky Sports Soccer Saturday Christmas Special
Support to Dropkick Murphy's, Boston, St. Patricks day 2009
London Feis in June 2011
BT Sport
A BCS song 'Boys of Queens' was also used as an epilogue in the US TV series 'Unforgettable'
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Track Name: Count Your Blessings
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
Track Name: When Will The Road Rise
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
Track Name: So Many Angels
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
Track Name: Colour In Your Blood
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
Track Name: Trumpets Of Jericho
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
Track Name: Living Like Dorian
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
Track Name: New Hazardous Design
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
Track Name: The Lords Of Winter Hill
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
Track Name: End Of The World
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
Track Name: The Pittsburgh Kid
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
Track Name: Now We're Princes
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