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| Skyclad is a British heavy metal band with strong folk influences in their music. They were formed by former Sabbat vocalist Martin Walkyier, and Satan / Blind Fury / Pariah guitarist Steve Ramsey in 1990 to represent the “ultimate pagan metal band”. From the start, they have incorporated a diverse range of influences from British folk music to German thrash metal which has fed their constantly evolving sound. They are widely considered the inventors of folk metal. The lineup remained stable for the recording of 2000’s Folkémon, but founding member Walkyier left the band in 2001, citing various reasons, such as financial difficulties or the bands unwillingness to tour in South America owing to security concer... more... | |||||||
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Folkemon (2000) 1. "The Great Brain Robbery" lyrics 2. "Think Back And Lie Of England" lyrics 3. "Polkageist!" lyrics 4. "Crux Of The Message" lyrics 5. "The Disenchanted Forest" lyrics 6. "The Antibody Politic" lyrics 7. "When God Logs Off" lyrics 8. "You Lost My Memory" lyrics 9. "Deja-vu Ain't What It Used To Be" lyrics 10. "Any Old Irony?" lyrics 11. "Swords Of A Thousand Men" lyrics |
Any Old Irony? lyrics |
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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?!' [Chorus:] 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?!' [Chorus:] 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. |
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