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TRACK #14 PREVIEW - "Where E're You Go"
07.17.2012

CHICKEN BOXER, TRACK 14.  "Where E're You Go"

I don't want to say too much about this song.  I think it can be taken a few different ways, and none of them are wrong.  Let's just say that our past has a wonderful and sometimes annoying habit of staying with us wherever we go.  We were once fortunate enough to sit down with the great Irish actor Gabriel Byrne in the Dubliner Pub in Washington DC and enjoy a Guinness and chat.  We were talking about how difficult it is to impress our dads. He told us his story - I'll recall it best I can.  "I had gained my first success on a TV drama in Ireland," he recounted, "And was very excited to sit down with my father and watch myself on TV.  I thought he would be very proud of what his son had achieved and shower me with praise.  We sat watching for a while and then he turned to me and said, 'It's amazing.'  Yes, I thought, praise at last.  My dad continued, 'It's amazing, there you are,' and he pointed to the TV, 'And there you are,' and pointed to me. That was all he said."  

- Twigger

 

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Lyrics:

From the Burren to the Cliffs of Moher,
The farm lands to the factory floor,
From the streets of Cork, to your front door,
From my heart and soul to your golden shore.
From the prison cell to the stony wall,
The ceili dance to the bar room brawl,
From the ‘Giant's Steps’ to Baltimore,
The parliament to the old church hall.
 
Chorus
I can be so near, I can be so far,
Where e’er you go well there you are.
 
From an empty nest to a wedding bed,
To the working wage for the daily bread,
The ghosts, flesh, the bone and blood,
The famine, fear, the frost and flood.
The slate, the stone and the granite grey,
The soft green fields just slipped away,
The hedge rows and the silver streams,
Now live inside my thoughts and dreams.
 
Chorus
 
From your summer dress to your silken hair,
The slightest touch at the harvest fair,
The beating veins of a trembling hand,
To a coffin ship from the stolen land.
From a last goodbye near the lightning tree,
To a love that lies 'neath an angry sea,
From the melting snow to the summer breeze,
November frost, the falling leaves.
 
Chorus
 
From your father’s field to the castle keep,
From the hungry night of restless sleep,
In heaven’s name, a promise given,
A pain forgot, but not forgiven.
The dead of night to the birth of morn,
The Milky Way to the blinking dawn,
The stars, the moon, the hours pass,
Like sand inside the hour glass.
 
Chorus
 
From the Burren to the Cliffs of Moher,
The farm lands to the factory floor,
From the streets of Cork, to your front door,
From my heart and soul to your golden shore.
From the prison cell to the stony wall,
The ceili dance to the bar room brawl,
From the ‘Giant's Steps’ to Baltimore,
The parliament to the old church hall.
 
Chorus
Where e’er you go, well there you are.
 

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