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July 2007 - Hot House Flowers man takes a stand against mad road builders in Ireland

 

Monday, 30 July 2007
Hot House Flowers man takes a stand against mad road builders in Ireland
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Sent: Saturday, July 28, 2007 3:51 PM
Subject: A Song for Tara!

Exciting news! ... for all of those dedicated people who continue to work so hard to save the Hill of Tara.
Hothouse Flowers frontman Liam O Maonlai today released a song to rally campaigners opposed to the controversial M3 motorway route around the Hill of Tara. The song was written by Steve Cooney (legendary Australian guitarist Steve Cooney has been living in Ireland for many years.)

Hopefully more of the high-profile Irish artists will come forward in support of the international campaign to save Tara!

Slán aChara!
Mairéid Sullivan
Anam Cara for Tara arts action campaign
GlobalArtsCollective.org


Read the lyrics of the song below, and listen to the song on this MySpace link.


Money-Mad-Mile (Tara Road)
By Steve Cooney 4th July ‘07

(I was told officially, when I went for tea at the Tara Tea Rooms grand There was a major excavation, beyond my expectation, so I went with my cap in my hand... And when I got to that Sacred spot, well, I could only admire the view High above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue...)

When the earth sheds it’s skin, the energy within is unstoppable creative force 
And if you’re driving a machine through the Tara-Skryne your race has run its course 
We’re singin’ up the land, not afraid to take a stand to let Creation shine through 
High above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue...

We’ve all been awoken, the Word has been spoken ‘Stop the work on the Money-Mad-Mile’ 
And people get ready, keep the Spirit steady, we gotta raise the roof up for a while 
It’s the Spirit of the Land or the Plan of the Damned, and it’s a hell of a thing to do 
But we’re gonna fly high above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue...

Do you hear the sound through the holy ground where the ancient Fianna sleep? 
In their gravelly beds, the Spirits of the dead and the Lia Fáil weep 
And wherever we rest, in this world or the next, we will have learnt a thing or two 
High above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue!

The cynical-clinical clones of construction seem to think that we’re some kind of clowns 
So we’ve got to pull together through this stormy weather to make those money-mad-men back down 
And if they take us all away, we’ll have to watch and pray over this wreck of the Ship Of Fools 
High above that money-mad-mile, under the Tara sky so blue...

There’s a solution to this cultural pollution that’s goin’ on in Gabhra green 
Take the route to the West, the short road is best, no Toll through the Tara-Skryne 
Born wild and free, people like me are not gonna see this road go through 
And soon we’ll being flying high above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue...

There’s no need to panic, we’re a natural organic dynamic, rekindling the ancient fire 
So politicians rethink, step back from the brink, and listen to the dawn choir 
These are timeless rights, so we’ll sit here through the nights and we will fight for what is true 
High above that money-mad-mile under the Tara sky so blue!
Ω
Steve Cooney 4th July ‘07

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