Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Any Old Irony?, artist - Skyclad. Album song Folkemon, in the genre Фолк-металDate of issue: 27.06.2010
Record label: Global
Song language: English
Any Old Irony? |
| At the vanguard of a juddering caravan |
| Hurriedly galloping down a dirt track |
| Six furtive figures, crooked as Caliban |
| Smuggling hope to the land of the claque |
| Weary, hoarse riders, irksomely blistered |
| Spent from a decade a-roving the road |
| Frigging a jig for our brothers and sisters |
| Stark raving madrigals by the cartload |
| Without trepidation I sing in laudation |
| Vocal salute to all travelling tinkers |
| Vagabond nation joined in congregation |
| United free thinkers cry from the bryony |
| «Any old irony?» |
| Come one, come all to our travelling circus |
| Cast off your cares for the painted parade |
| Whirl down the wynd like dervish berserkers |
| If life hands us lemons we’ll make lemonade |
| Maybe Jay’s smashed), drumming up passion |
| Scarring forever with each brisk tattoo |
| Bean’s in the place so bass is in fashion |
| Killing us all with his amp set on 2 |
| Watch out for Ridley the Raucously Tiddly |
| Unplugged he’s no Dr. Jekyll, so Hyde |
| Desperate Dan Ramsey deft fingers diddle |
| Watching The Match on a telly stage-side |
| The cat on the fiddle, Miss Georgie Biddle |
| Keeping it reeling with her fugue electric |
| Stuck in the middle I’ll rhyme you a riddle |
| Irate and eclectic my cry from the bryony |
| «Any old irony?» |
| Come one, come all to our travelling circus |
| Cast off your cares for the painted parade |
| Whirl down the wynd like dervish berserkers |
| If life hands us lemons we’ll make lemonade |