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Great Big Sea
Great Big Sea


Background information
Origin St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada
Genre(s) Celtic Rock
Folk-Rock
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Rounder Records
Warner Music Canada
Website Website
Members
Alan Doyle
Séan McCann
Bob Hallett
Murray Foster
Kris MacFarlane
Former members
Darrell Power



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Great Big Sea Album


Fortune's Favour (06/24/2008)
06/24/2008
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We've waited all this time
This long and lonely time
The light that trickles down
It soaks into your eyes
All I can send her
The awkward pretender in this life

I wonder if you'll love me tonight
So delicate and lovely
Wonder if you love me

Are you on my side
My dark and lonely side
I'll make it worth your while
I'll give you every reason why
All we'll remember
The simple surrender just in time

You and I could wait and see
A single note don't make a melody
All together you and me
A single note don't make a melody
All I've been saying
The one thing that's been weighing on my mind

. . .


Is it just me, or a message from above?
Bells are ringing, push has finally come to shove.
The door before me now is open just enough.

And I'm sick and tired of waiting for dreams that never come,
And games I never played in, but still wish that I had won...

I'm alive, I've got one shot and I'm taking it to you.
I'm alive, I've come to realize not a moment too soon
That this is my one small step, this is my walk on the moon.

Don't you think their hands were shaking as that rocket ship touched down?
I'm sure they shivered when they finally touched the ground.
And the giant leap so fragile that it hardly made a sound...
But it must have been amazing what a world they got to see.
So I don't care, my foolish fear won't get the best of me now

I'm alive, I've got one shot and I'm taking it to you.
I'm alive, I've come to realize not a moment too soon
That this is my one small step this is my walk on the moon.
This is my walk on the moon.

Oh it must have been amazing, what a world they got to see!
So I don't care, my foolish fear won't get the best of me now...

I'm alive, I've got one shot, and I'm taking it to you.
I'm alive, I've come to realize not a moment too soon...
I'm alive, I've got one shot, and I'm taking it to you.
I'm alive, I've come to realize, not a moment too soon
That this is my one small step,
This is my one small step,
This is my walk on the moon.
This is my walk on the moon.
This is my walk on the moon.

. . .


We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England

We shipped on board the Maryanne
To find a better life
And we walked across the water
When she broke up on the ice
We came ashore in Carbonear
With nothing but our rights
And I wondered if I e'er again
Would see my London lights

We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England

We spend our days amid the waves
Working water, hook and twine
We would go for weeks with blistered cheeks
Waiting for the sun to shine
But as long as the sky hold over us
We will not taste the brine
And we'll curse the cod
With the fear of God
As we haul in every line

We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our native soil
To chase a wish and hunt the Fish
And on the rocks to toil
We were far from the shores of England

Should we find Fortune's Favor
And be spared from the gale
We will live off honest labor
With our hearts as big as sails
But if I should die don't bury me
Or leave me to the sea
Send my bones back to my home
Where my spirit can be free

We were far from the shores of England
Far from our children and wives
To play our hand in the Newfoundland
Where the wind cuts like a knife
We were far from the shores of England
Far from our native soil
To chase a wish and to hunt the Fish
And on the rocks to toil
We were far from the shores of England

. . .


The sun must set to rise
The light will leave your eyes again
Then breaking like morning's dawn
Does summer feel the winter come

The hardest part of life
Is to live while you're alive my friend
So sing an unwritten song
Or repent for the deeds you left undone

This is Here
This is Now
It's the moment that we live for
And we just can't live without
It's all clear to me now
We've already started dying
And our time is running out
Oh, Right Now

Time is ours to steal
She's a secret to reveal my friend
And when your children have all grown
You'll wait by the window
And wish them all back home

Walk a little further off the beaten path
And we'll drive on even if we get there last
Our backs against the wall
And we will lunge and bite
And we'll rage, rage, rage
against the dying of the light

. . .


I'd walk a thousand miles for you honey
I'd walk a thousand miles in the sun
I'd give up both my eyes if I could
Make you realize
So why can't you see that I'm the one

Wish I could buy a limosine
I'd fill it up and pick you up and
Drive you to your dreams
But when you get out on the highway
Life is seldom as it seems
And if the car broke down
You'd start blaming me

Moonshine bleeds into the dawn
Who am I to say for you what's right
And what is wrong
When your gone gone gone
The world will carry on
You're like a song song song
Who's melody is wrong
But its so so hard to say so long to you
My long lost love

Many a man has sold his soul for silver
Silver ain't worth nothing next to gold
Some believe that diamonds shine forever
But they offer little comfort when you're old

Can't take it with you when you're gone
Its the same end for the weak as for the strong
And if beauty is skin deep
Then why don't it come more cheap
And why can't you and I just get along

. . .


I'm gone
You can't get ahold of me
So long
It's coming over me
I fly by
And shatter the speed of sound
Sky High
And I never wanna come down
Oh Yeah

I'm a six gun
I'm fully loaded
There's a Love Bomb
I'm about to explode it
I'm a bonfire
I'm burning through the night
Bye Bye
I'm an arrow in flight
Oh Yeah

I'm not gonna be a crucifix pin cushion
I'm not gonna be a voodoo doll
I fly with military precision
This is my holy ground
Oh Yeah

. . .


Me bully boys of Liverpool
And I'll have you all beware
When you sail on them packet ships,
No dungaree jackets wear
But have a big monkey jacket
All ready to your hand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

Chorus:
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

We had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch
Mike Murphy and some more
And I tell you boys, they suffered like hell
On the way to Baltimore
They pawned there gear in Liverpool
And sailed as they did stand
But there blow some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

Chorus:
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

Now the mate he did stand on the fo'c'sle head
And loudly he did roar
Come rattle her in me lucky lads,
You're bound for America's shore
Come wipe the blood off the dead man's face *)
And haul or you'll be damned
For there blow some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

Chorus:
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

So now we're off the hook me boys,
And the land is white with snow
And soon we'll see the pay table
And we'll spend the night below
And on the docks, comin down in flocks,
Well, those pretty girls they will say
It’s snugger with me than out on the sea,
On the banks of Newfoundland

Chorus:
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

. . .


Set off for America far across the ragin' sea
From the frozen coves of my island home
To the land of liberty
I have to leave my girl behind
Until I make my way
Oh Molly dear please wait for me
I'll come back for you some day

We landed hard in Boston
and I'd never seen the like
A small boat boy from around the bay
In this sea of shining lights
Two days in I got a job
Building towers of high steel
I had to learn, to not look down
And I quickly learned to kneel

All I need is one good nights sleep
In your loving arms, to mend
We sleep to dream
And we dream to live
Will I live to love you again

I saved every cent I could
But the months turned into years
Then a letter came from Molly
and confirmed my deepest fears
She would no longer wait for me,
she'd found a better man
I might have been in America,
but my heart was broken
In Newfoundland

My working days are over now
And my children have all grown
I did the best with what I had
But some days I feel alone
I often wonder where you are
Do you still know my name
Deep inside this old man's heart
There's a love that still remains

. . .


Many a truest word
has been spoken by the Jester
Standing against the tide
Is the noblest of gestures
It's the little pearls of wisdom
That tumble from the light
That makes us laugh until we cry
Because we know that they are right
Within the strangest people
Truth can find the strangest home
So meet me in the village
Where all we idiots go

Bring on the Clowns
The Jokers and Buffoons
I've had the Time of my Life
And the Life of my Times
In the Company of Fools

I'm wading through the quicksand
In the gardens of the gentry
Blooming vacuity
Leaves mind and pockets empty
In the Social Order
I accept the bottom rung
Until the wine is pouring
And the Lord commands a song
Meet me at the staff door
When the posers all go home
We'll gather with the other Fools
And put on a proper show

So here's to the Poorest Poet
Who always pens the truth
Players Writers and Gypsies
The Minstrels and their tunes
I'd rather live an honest lifetime
With those with nothing to lose
Than waste a night
Knee deep in shite
That's polished slick
To look just right
I'd rather live a lifetime in the
Company of Fools

Within the strangest people
Truth can find the strangest home
So meet me in the village
Where all we idiots go

. . .


She goes down fast and comes up slow
Gets in high and goes out low
Turns up late or doesn't show
She spends all her cash on letting go

I'm never early
I'm never late
I'm in at 5 and out at 8
Running just to keep the pace
When I'm tired I put on my bravest face

The sign said "Go Slow"
And lord knows how I tried to follow
Such a hard case with a soft face
You gave me one taste,
Now look at the shape I'm in

I love her but i like you too
My worst nightmare just came true
We might be done but we're not through
So drag me down just like you used to do

Hold me down under the sea
Drag me back to where we used to be

With the morning comes the the sun
The light of day just had to come
Now I know you're not the one
Should feel bad but baby we had fun

. . .


The fondest wish I ever had since the day that I was weaned,
Is to go back and walk again on the rocks of Merasheen;
I still recall the sad farewell I bid her on that day,
When all upon a whaling ship I went to earn my pay;

On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen.

From out of Rose au Rue we sailed to hunt the big fish down.
We sailed upon the ocean 'til we sailed the world around.
With girls in every port of call, I did go well astray,
Forsaking her I left behind back in Placentia Bay;

On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen.

Now in my old and aching age, I think of her once more,
Of how she fared while waitin' for my knock upon her door;
What fate was hers I do not know, but in my sleep I've seen
Her walkin' on the cliffs upon the rocks of Merasheen;

On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen,
On the hard rocks, the dirty rocks, the rocks of Merasheen.

. . .


Friday night, seventeen
Got my hands on the wheel
But my mind is on Jeen
Her silhouette
I can't forget
I'm gonna ask her yet

My brothers truck, my Sunday slacks
I've been working all week
And I've got five bucks for gas
And just for luck
My grandfathers flask
It's gonna take some nerve to ask

Dance, Dance with me one more time,
one more time
Dance, Dance with me one more time
Before the band is done
Before your Daddy comes
Dance, Dance with me one more time

She's the apple of his eye
And there's no way in hell
He'll let her out of his sight
There'll be trouble
Maybe a fight
If he knew what I had in mind

I see it now, as plain as day
A church and a chaplain
On our wedding day
Dressed in white
She looks so fine
You never know, she just might
I'm gonna have to ask her tonight

. . .


If the last thing I see is your face
If the last thing I feel is your embrace
Then I would not be afraid
I would go to a happy grave
If the last thing I see is you

Should I suddenly disappear
Or linger on for 100 years
I would know no fear
I would taste no bitter tears
If the last thing I see is you

Old heart of stone, help me forget it
Old heart of stone,
do you think she meant it
Old heart of stone,
somehow I've always known
That I'd regret it

If I could have one wish
It would be that you remember this
Know that I did not stray
For you were there to guide my way
you and your beautiful face

If I should fall would you give chase
Would you follow me
Or find someone to fill my space
And keep you company

If the sun refused to shine
If it called for rain till the end of time
I would not lose faith
I'd sail my soul to a warmer place
for you and your beautiful face

. . .


Love me now while we're alive
It's the best thing we can do
We'll have no time upon Cloud Nine
So Heaven on Earth will have to do
I can sing like a bird
And dance like a demon
And I do it all so well
'Cause I made a deal with the Devil
And when I die
I'm going Straight to Hell
Oh Yeah
I'm going Straight to Hell

Standing at the Crossroads
He offered wine women and song
Riches, Fame and Fortune
In my hands from that day on
I was granted there and then
A life of Rock and Roll
It seemed like such a bargain
For just one eternal soul
I know I'll curse this damned decision
And I'll regret it the moment I fall
But I'll be making the most
of a bad situation
Till my number is called

Sometimes I swear I've come out on top
In this ill conceived contract
There's nights I say
it's a small price to pay
For the life and times I've had
I think "Here's to the Gents and Ladies
And the foolish times we spent
They cost me Afterlife in Paradise
And they were worth every single cent"
So have a dance
with the walking damned
Before my time is done
A deal is a deal and I really doubt
Fire and Brimstone will be much fun

I have every expectation
That my final prayers will go unheard
And my veiled death bed confession
Will not move the Mighty Lord
I'm sure that I'll be sorry
When he slams St. Peter's Gate
But I'll dive right into damnation
With a smile across my face

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