AChairde,

I am looking for the complete chords and lyrics for the song Terrorist or Dreamer.
Gary, if you're out there it would be great if you could provide the complete lyrics and chords to this great song.

Thanks everyone.

Slan,

Matt Kavanah
Boston, MA

Tiocfaidh ar La

Hi Matt.. I'll give it a try... copied and pasted actually, but it'll at least give you the right lyrics I hope till Gary shows up and hopefully corrects me if I'm wrong... (IMG:style_emoticons/default/cool.gif)

Sl�n
/Fanstyg

In [F] Sackville Street the [Bb] curfew drove the [C] restless [F] inside,
The [Bb] Black and Tans marched [F] up and [Dm] down, the [Gm] moon shone cold and [Bb] bright,

The [F] shot was like a [Bb] whip crack � pulled the [C] first man off his [F] feet,
He [Bb] died on bloody [F] cobble[Dm]stones while his [Gm] comrades combed the [Bb] street.
They [F] called up rein[Bb]forcements, woke the [C] people from their [F] beds,
They were [Bb] screaming �[F] Get the [Dm] bastard!�, but its [Gm] fear was in their [Bb] heads,

They found him in a cellar, he was only seventeen,
Fighting for his country: Dying for the green.
The sergeant dragged him by the hair and beat him to the ground,
Into this young mans body he emptied every round,

�Come out and take a look�, he cried as he marched his troops away,
They went in stony silence � such a prize to have today!
Some knelt and prayed beside him, ah but it�s too late anyhow,
They said he was a rebel then � and he�s a hero now,

In �66 this country sang the praises of the dead,
We didn�t call them rebels then we used �patriot� instead,
On every household TV screen we saw how hard they fought,
How they spilled their life�s blood and how freedom had been bought.

The garden gates were opened up to silent motorcades,
Cannons boomed and flags unfurled and solemn wreaths were laid,
Prayers for those departed were called for loud and clear,
For those who had been outlawed � ah but that was another year�

The veterans stood up stiff and proud, their white hair ruled the wind,
With their pride __________ and thoughts upon their friends,
And bitter wounds burst open, the scars of history,
Went flying into our faces in stark reality,
Just up the road from Sackville Street ah but things are different now,
They said he was a rebel then but he�s a hero now.

Along the Falls Road soldiers push - their glances left and right,
Kids of the English working class � soldiers overnight,
Tossed into the melting pot of bloody war and strife,
Never understanding and fearing for their lives.

Outside the Glenn Road Brewery a bomb takes two away,
The bombers work is over; he�s finished for the day,
The terrorist or the dreamer: the savage or the brave?
It depends who ________ try to catch, his face shown trying to save.

There�s tea and cakes in Downing Street, there�s whispers in the halls,
Let�s move to cure Rhodesia (?) now our backs are to the wall.
There�s panic down in Leinster House where words are seldom scarce,
�Send someone to Glasnevin quick to remember Padraig Pearse!�

Once more His crucifixion, it seems a lie somehow
They said he was a rebel then � but he�s a hero now
Once more His crucifixion, it seems a lie somehow
They said he was a rebel then � but he�s a hero now
But he�s a hero now

The chords sound good to me. I don't play it exactly the same, but it works just fine. I did like the way you used the minor chords, very effective. Sounds good a chara, and saves me the work.

Many thanks and Good Luck!

Gary Og

Achairde,

Thanks very much bhoys for the replies here but I was mostly hoping that someone could fill in the blanks on the lyrics...I've listened to the song a million times and just can't figure out what goes in the blanks.

Gary, seeing as how you've recorded the song can you provide some insight as to the missing lyrics?

Slan all,

Matt Kavanah


ps. Gary - any news on Nov or Dec gigs around Boston?

Alright, I got these lyrics from Bik McFarlane, so if anyone disagrees with them, take it up with him. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/smile.gif)


n [F] Sackville Street the [Bb] curfew drove the [C] restless [F] out of sight,
The [Bb] Black and Tans marched [F] up and [Dm] down, the [Gm] moon shone cold and [Bb] bright,

The [F] shot was like a [Bb] whip crack � pulled the [C] first man off his [F] feet,
He [Bb] died on bloody [F] cobble[Dm]stones while his [Gm] comrades combed the [Bb] street.
They [F] called up rein[Bb]forcements, pulled the [C] people from their [F] beds,
They were [Bb] screaming �[F] Get the [Dm] bastard!�, but its [Gm] fear was in their [Bb] heads,

They found him in a cellar, he was only seventeen,
Fighting for his country: Dying for the green.
The sergeant dragged him by the hair and beat him to the ground,
Into this young mans body he emptied every round,

�Come out and take a look�, he cried as he marched his troops away,
They went in stony silence � such a prize to have today!
Some knelt and prayed beside him, ah but it�s too late anyhow,
They said he was a rebel then � and he�s a hero now,

In �66 this country sang the praises of the dead,
We didn�t call them rebels then we used �patriot� instead,
On every household TV screen we saw how hard they fought,
How they spilled their life�s blood and how freedom had been bought.

The garden gates were opened up to silent motorcades,
Cannons boomed and flags unfurled and solemn wreaths were laid,
Prayers for those departed were called for loud and clear,
For those who had been outlawed � ah but that was another year�

The veterans stood up stiff and proud, their white hair ruled the wind,
With their pride pinned to their gaberdine and thoughts upon their friends,
And bitter wounds burst open, the scars of history,
Went flying into our faces in stark reality,
Just up the road from Sackville Street ah but things are different now,
They said he was a rebel then but he�s a hero now.

Along the Falls Road soldiers push - their glances left and right,
Kids of the English working class � soldiers overnight,
Tossed into the melting pot of bloody war and strife,
Never understanding and fearing for their lives.

Outside the Glenn Road Brewery a bomb takes two away,
The bombers work is over; he�s finished for the day,
The terrorist or the dreamer: the savage or the brave?
It depends who's vote you're trying to catch, or who's face you're trying to save.

There�s tea and cakes in Downing Street, there�s whispers in the halls,
Let�s move to cure Rhodesia (?) now our backs are to the wall.
There�s panic down in Leinster House where words are seldom scarce,
�Send someone to Glasnevin quick to remember Padraig Pearse!�

Once more His crucifixion, it seems a lie somehow
They said he was a rebel then � but he�s a hero now
Once more His crucifixion, it seems a lie somehow
They said he was a rebel then � but he�s a hero now
But he�s a hero now