More songs by The Scratch
Description
Associate Performer, Producer: The Scratch
Text author, composer: Daniel Lang
Composer, lyricist: Conor Dockery
Composer, lyricist: Cathal McKenna
Composer, Lyricist: Gary Regan
Producer, Sound Engineer: John "Spud" Murphy
Sound Engineer: Thomas Donohue
Mastering Engineer: Ted Jensen
Lyrics and translation
Original
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
"Write", she said, and she never wrote
So pull like a dog
Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'
Hows God's little soldier doin'?
Shoot from the hip
Don't hide your cuts and tricks (on the fuckin' trip)
Give it now
Always being told to go placidly among the noise
And always with a lick of patience
And she never wrote
Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'
Dark nights but the spirits glowing
All the hearsay carves so deep
So red is the beggars hand
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
"Write", she said, and she never wrote
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
"Write", she said, and she never wrote
Pull like a dog
All the hearsay carves so deep
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
"Write", she said, and she never wrote
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
"Write", she said, and she never wrote
Pull like a dog
Always being told to go placidly among the noise with a lick of patience
Always being told to go placidly among the noise with a lick of patience
English translation
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
"Write", she said, and she never wrote
So pull like a dog
Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'
Hows God's little soldier doin'?
Shoot from the hip
Don't hide your cuts and tricks (on the fuckin' trip)
Give it now
Always being told to go placidly among the noise
And always with a lick of patience
And she never wrote
Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'
Dark nights but the spirits glowing
All the hearsay carves so deep
So red is the beggars hand
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
"Write", she said, and she never wrote
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
"Write", she said, and she never wrote
Pull like a dog
All the hearsay carves so deep
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
"Write", she said, and she never wrote
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
"Write", she said, and she never wrote
Pull like a dog
Always being told to go placidly among the noise with a lick of patience
Always being told to go placidly among the noise with a lick of patience