For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Saturday, 5 December 2009

Countdown To Christmas (20): Exile

I was just about nineteen
When I landed on their shore
With my eyes big as headlights
Like the thousands and thousands who came before
I was going to be something...

There's a crowd says I'm alright
Say they like my turn of phrase
Take me round to their parties
Like some dressed up monkey in a cage
And I play my accordion
Oh! but when the wine seeps through the facade
It's nothing but the same old story...

Paul Brady: Nothing But The Same Old Story

2 comments:

am said...

Thanks for posting this. I wasn't familiar with Paul Brady but was moved by your post to find and listen to a number of his videos and to find out more about him.

The Solitary Walker said...

The song, the faces, the whole video - simply amazing.