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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