Paroles Bodhráns on the Brain de Black 47

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I met her at a session, she was looking for lessonsIn how to make a bodhrán, I told her to skin a goatAnd take it back to my place where after a couple pintsOh, oh, I taught her everything I knowAbout bodhráns, that didn't take very longBut we hammered away relentlessly until the dawnShe moved in the following Sunday, I couldn't get up on MondayWrist action, stupefaction, bodhráns on the brainBut now she lives in SpiddalOh, hey diddle diddleWith an alcoholic bodhrán makerTeaching her everything he knows"Ah, it's all in the wrist actionGrab a hoult of it and feel the traction."She left me here distracted and insaneWith all them bodhráns on the brainWorn out and tired, exhausted by desireThat bodhrán was killing me, I was fading away to smokeShe rose early in the morning, and without a word of warningShe'd be banging like a maniac, it was gone beyond a joke"No time for a pint now, or ever an ould sing-songAh no, it was action all day and all night long."We were even doing it in the shower, she roared, "More power to your elbow!"Oh no, got them bodhráns on the brainBut now she lives in SpiddalOh, hey diddle diddleWith an alcoholic bodhrán makerTeaching her everything he knows"Ah, it's all in the wrist actionGrab a hoult of it and feel the traction."She left me here distracted and insaneWith all them bodhráns on the brainWhat was I to do? Fade away to nothing?I had to walk out on her and she went off to Dublin"Yeah, looking for instruction in the art of stretching goatskinAnd drinking pints of porter with an ould lad 30 years older."He must treat her fantastic, "Oh yeah?"Cause on windy nights I can hear them poundingAll the way across the broad AtlanticListen to them!"Ah, paddy, you know what?You're one powerful man."Up on your bike, girlBut now she lives in SpiddalOh, hey diddle diddleWith an alcoholic bodhrán makerTeaching her everything he knows"Ah, it's all in the wrist actionGrab a hoult of it and feel the traction."She left me here distracted and insaneWith all them bodhránsBut now she lives in SpiddalOh, hey diddle diddleWith an alcoholic bodhrán makerTeaching her everything he knows"Ah, it's all in the wrist actionGrab a hoult of it and feel the traction."She left me here distracted and insaneWith all them bodhráns on the brainGet up to the yard girl,Come on, stretch them goatskins"Ah, Paddy, you're ten times the manOf that skinny little fellow back in New York."Right

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