Rogue from Arctic Roar by The Primary

Hand claps, that wheel of fortune
Bless the gypsies traveled every night
Somewhere beneath that curtain
There is a withered woman with a spiritual side

She was here. She was there. She was bloody everywhere.
When I saw her face at the bottom of the cup
A pair of blues and dancing shoes
Appeared to me and started to talk

SHE SAID!

Stop chasing promises in slideshows
Everlasting nothingness in a strip shows
A screaming testament of one holy Joe
Unpack the suitcase and then burn your clothes

Landfills and trades of colour
And caravans painting red n white
Hand jives and the pulling of trailers
Ring the church bells to the morning light

It was black, it was craic. I was caught in the acted
I saw a head at the bottom of the bed.
A pair of browns that had seen the fair
Appeared to me inside silent prayer

SHE SAID

Stop making promises in slideshows
Everlasting nothingness and a psycho
A cold heartedness in a strip show
Revolving mirrors and your local disco


Kids a calling, parades churning
As all the colours of the town are rolling in
Nailed up and in the arms of Mary
And the priest out the back plays the violin

It was loud in crowd, where Paddy took his vows
Confessing all his sins
Macgregor ran a muck with the local slut
Just in time for the fighting to begin

• 80s
• Atmospheric
• Folk
• Folk-Rock
• Melodic
• Rock
• 청주시