This is a number about my Late Grandfather who was torpedoed by the Germans when he was 17

Coup De Grace

Here's a new one about an approaching storm

No Calm

She Shot For The Sun

Ghosts Of Dublin           (ft Cold Comfort & Ken Rice )

This is a W.B.Yeats poem i wrote some music to (and added an extra verse) 
Hope you enjoy . 

When You Are Old                                  W.B Yeats

One Day we'll find our crowns

my nightmares aint as bad as this, theres 10ft demons with crucifix
people dancing in cold blue light, afraid to indulge in what belongs
to the night
 awake wipe sleep from my eyes, it takes me a few to realise
this rock is sinking cast to the dephts, force fed shite with a large
side of debt

bury your heads no more (under magazines and tv screens)
for our kids and those who fought before (their pain will it have been in vain)

Im lost in a world of distraction reality shows get the major reaction
we live hard cause we feel its over get some kicks from the broken clover
It felt so surreal while the drape of the movement, drowned out the
screams of the small but the decent
a tickings still heard theres still time for the learned to reignite
flames dont be walked on

bury your heads no more (under magazines and tv screens)
for our kids and those who fought before (their pain will it have been in vain)

A fatal attraction to paper with powers, spells doome for the
followers of tricked and the cowards
the subdued are deflected while the suits get elected and these towns
they get sold down the river

that papers got powers dont you know (and those who have it run the show)
now Rumpelstiltskins been and gone ( spinning lies worth more than gold)
bury your heads no more (under magazines and tv screens)
for our kids and those who fought before (their pain will it have been in vain)

Bury your head mp3

Comfort In Mayhem

Rob Walsh is songwriter and musician from Dublin Ireland.

Rob Walsh

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