Wild Irish Rose

This song is about several wonderful experiences spent in Irish pubs in the US and Europe, time spent with friends, embracing the energy of a night out in the city, seeing, feeling, and experiencing new and exciting things.  The outro originally used the lyrics from a great Irish song by the Clancy Brothers but being that I don’t have permission to use their lyrics In the song, I’ve written my own to replace them.
Italic/Underline = Harmonies

Verse 1:
I feel like dancing, and I want to dance with you
These city streets come alive at night with you
And if you’ll be my girl
I’ll show you my whole world
I’ll let you in
Inside my head
We’ll dance until you understand
And I’ll hold you the whole night through
Verse 2:  
It starts raining 
Neon signs reflect on the street
Drenched completely, yeah, we hit the pub for a drink
The jukebox plays our song.
The whole bar sings along
We all join hands to sing and dance
We fell in love in an Irish pub
It may sound strange but it felt just right 
Come on and sing along…..
Bridge/Outro
Oh, whiskey
Fallen Angels
A smile on your face
The entire room is spinning 
while time stand in its place
Sweet kisses on my lips
Your nectar in my brain
My Wild Irish Rose, you’re my lover

Wild Irish Rose

" BREATHE "

I’ve had enough of living careless
I’m done paying off this debt
I took a leap of faith
Then I woke up in this mess
I heard the party’s over
Let me call my chauffeur
Phase away 
He'll take your way

I’m addicted to pain 
What’s reality 

Your luck is around the corner 
You just won the biggest bonus
You cant find a bigger baller
You know fucking around is over
Before I speak to my lawyer
I’ll let you cry on my shoulder
It’s all about taking over

I gotta worry now for you
Don’t ever call me a fool
Cause I will never fail you
I get big dough
I reign you sway 
We get carried away

I’m addicted to pain 
What’s reality

Galore House

Pain

Woke up this mornin', got a deadline in my head,
But I rolled over, stayed a little longer in my bed.
Coffee's brewin', but my mind's still snoozin' slow,
Got that procrastination blues, everywhere I go.

Procrastination blues, draggin' me down,
Every time I try to rise, it pulls me to the ground.
Procrastination blues, can't shake it away,
I'll get it done tomorrow, just not today.

Sat at my desk, with a pen in my hand,
Stared at the paper, but I got no plan.
Clock keeps tickin', but I got nothin' to show,
Got that procrastination blues, it's a heavy load.

Procrastination blues, draggin' me down,
Every time I try to rise, it pulls me to the ground.
Procrastination blues, can't shake it away,
I'll get it done tomorrow, just not today.

Oh, the guilt's a weight, I can't deny,
But I push it off, and I wonder why.
Tasks keep pilin' up, like a mountain high,
Got the blues so deep, I just wanna cry.

Emails are callin', but I hit ignore,
Laundry's a mountain, spillin' on the floor.
Excuses come easy, like a river flow,
Got that procrastination blues, won't let me go.

Procrastination blues, draggin' me down,
Every time I try to rise, it pulls me to the ground.
Procrastination blues, can't shake it away,
I'll get it done tomorrow, just not today.

Maybe someday soon, I'll break these chains,
Find a way to shake off these lazy pains.
Till then, I'm stuck in this endless maze,
Guess I'll finish this song...

Procrastination Blues

Well, you say the sky is blue, but what about the rain?
You complain about the heat, what about the hurricane?
You're worried 'bout the future, but what about the past?
You're looking for the answers, but the questions never last.

Spinning round in circles, dodging left and right,
In a game of what-about, we're dancing through the night.

What about, what about, what about this?
Shifting every answer with a clever twist.
What about, what about, what about that?
Dancing round the facts, where's the truth at?

You say you want some justice, but what about their crime?
Demanding all the answers, never got the time.
You're pointing every finger, what about your own?
Lost in all the shadows, the truth has never shone.

Spinning round in circles, dodging left and right,
In a game of what-about, we're dancing through the night.

What about, what about, what about this?
Shifting every answer with a clever twist.
What about, what about, what about that?
Dancing round the facts, where's the truth at?

Oh, it's a tricky little dance, a clever disguise,
When you shift the blame, nobody's surprised.
A funhouse mirror of endless debate,
In the land of what-about, we procrastinate.

What about, what about, what about this?
Never face the point, just twist and twist.
What about, what about, what about that?
Round and round in circles, where's the truth at?

So next time you're tempted to what-about me,
Think twice, look straight, and maybe you'll see.
In the end, the truth is where we start,
No more what-about, just speak from the heart.

What about, what about, what about this?
Shifting every answer with a clever twist.
What about, what about, what about that?
Dancing round the facts, where's the truth at?

What About

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