Money-Mad-Mile

Written by Steve Cooney c/o Liam O’Maonlai’s Myspace Profile

(I was told officially, when I went for tea at the Tara Tea Rooms grand
There was a major excavation, beyond my expectation, so I went with my cap in my hand…
And when I got to that Sacred spot, well, I could only admire the view
High above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue…)
.
When the earth sheds it’s skin, the energy within is unstoppable creative force
And if you’re driving a machine through the Tara-Skryne your race has run its course
We’re singin’ up the land, not afraid to take a stand to let Creation shine through
High above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue…

We’ve all been awoken, the Word has been spoken ‘Stop the work on the Money-Mad-Mile’
And people get ready, keep the Spirit steady, we gotta raise the roof up for a while
It’s the Spirit of the Land or the Plan of the Damned, and it’s a hell of a thing to do
But we’re gonna fly high above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue…

Do you hear the sound through the holy ground where the ancient Fianna sleep?
In their gravelly beds, the Spirits of the dead and the Lia Fáil weep
And wherever we rest, in this world or the next, we will have learnt a thing or two
High above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue!

The cynical-clinical clones of construction seem to think that we’re some kind of clowns
So we’ve got to pull together through this stormy weather
to make those money-mad-men back down
And if they take us all away, we’ll have to watch and pray
over this wreck of the Ship Of Fools
High above that money-mad-mile, under the Tara sky so blue…

There’s a solution to this cultural pollution that’s goin’ on in Gabhra green
Take the route to the West, the short road is best, no Toll through the Tara-Skryne
Born wild and free, people like me are not gonna see this road go through
And soon we’ll being flying high above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue…

There’s no need to panic, we’re a natural organic dynamic, rekindling the ancient fire
So politicians rethink, step back from the brink, and listen to the dawn choir
These are timeless rights, so we’ll sit here through the nights
and we will fight for what is true
High above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue!

Steve Cooney
4th July ‘07

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