HOOLIGAN'S DREAM
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| Lyric Credits: |
Jackson Flading, Roger Bolt & JoAnna Noble |
| Music Credits: |
Roger Bolt & Jackson Flading |
| Producer Credits: |
Roger Bolt & Mooka Rennick |
| Publisher Credits: |
Bolt Media |
| Performance Credits: |
Roger Bolt, JoAnna Noble |
| Label Credits: |
Woodbine Studios |
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Short Song Description:
Original haunting Celtic song with piccalo and bow drawn string standup base providing ambience for period vocals.
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Long Song Description:
True Story brought to us by Jackson Flading of an old drinking mate from Ireland.
He hung himself in an old 400 years tenement in Amsterdam. He was an IRA gun runner, a bar knuckle fighter and a man you did not want to piss off. Paddy is remembered in this dedication to him as he reconciles his tormented life of violence before ending it with a vision of his beloved "Angel". (the name of his real girlfriend...unknown to JoAnna & I at the time we composed the lyrics...Just one of those strange coincidences.)
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Story Behind the Song:
Jackson brought this haunting mandolin lick to me and I began writing the song as if I already knew the story. Rather spooky really.
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| Song Length: |
4:05 |
| Primary Genre: |
World-Celtic |
| Secondary Genre: |
New Age-Ethnic |
| Tempo / Feel: |
Floating |
| Lead Vocal: |
Mixed Vocals |
| Subject Matter 1: |
Change |
| Subject Matter 2: |
Sadness |
| Mood 1: |
Troubled |
| Mood 2: |
Serene |
| Similar Artist 1: |
Loreena McKennitt |
| Similar Artist 2: |
Peter, Paul & Mary |
| Language: |
English |
| Era: |
1600 - 1699 |
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HOOLIGAN'S DREAM
Music & lyrics by Roger Bolt, Jackson Flading
and JoAnna Noble
My soul is lost; I'm the Hooligan,
My life has vanished away.
With a small wee tear that no one sees
But me and my angel dear.
Chorus:
Lost in a dream was the hooligan,
With the night wind soft on his face.
A night bird song from his angel's sweet voice
His spirit surrenders to peace.
If I had a chance to do it all again
My choice would not be the same.
Pain and anger I would not sustain,
Torment would not be my name.
Chorus
I am what I am and I must pay the price
For the pain I've brought to this life.
So let it read on my epitaph,
I am the hooligan.
Chorus out.
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