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Gary Moore
Gary Moore


Background information
Birth name Robert William Gary Moore
Born April 4, 1952
Born place Belfast, Northern Ireland, UK
Died February 6, 2011
Death place Estepona, Spain
Genre(s) Blues Rock
Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Blues
Jazz Fusion
Years active 1969—2011
Associated acts Thin Lizzy
Phil Lynott
Skid Row (Irish band)
Colosseum II
Greg Lake
Bruce-Baker-Moore
Website Website



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Gary Moore Album


After The War (1989)
1989
1.
Dunluce (Part 1)
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
The Messiah Will Come Again
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
Dunluce (Part 2)
. . .

Dunluce (Part 1)

[No lyrics]

. . .


So many came before you,
the prisoners of fate.
A history of bloodshed,
a legacy of hate.
But where will you be standing
when the battles have been won?
Inside your lonely fortress
the battle's just begun.

After the war
who will you be fighting for?
After the war is over.
After the fire
is burning to it's dying embers.
After the war.

A letter from the draft board,
put pain to all your dreams.
You're just another number
in military schemes.
They marched you in a uniform
you wore against your will.
With lies of hope and glory,
they taught you how to kill.

After the war
who will you be fighting for?
After the war is over.
After the fire
is burning to it's dying embers.
After the war.

After the war,
you thought you'd be a hero.
After all that you survived.
If hell was meant for heroes,
you'd surely have arrived.

After the war. After the war.

After the war
who will you be fighting for?
After the war
who will you be fighting for?
After the fire
is burning to it's dying embers.
After the war.

. . .


Look around across the nation.
Another league of morons marching,
banners in hand.
Looking for another scapegoat,
try to take away the things they don't understand.

Somewhere in the darkness,
there's a voice that's crying to be heard.
You feel it deep inside you,
a voice that just won't be denied.

Speak for yourself.
Someone will hear you,
someone will listen.
Speak for yourself.
Who knows, you might change your world.

They try to take away your freedom.
They try to tell you what you can
or what you can't hear.
Don't let this moral suffocation
make you turn out just like them,
is that what they fear?

Somewhere in the darkest night,
a voice that's crying to be heard.
You hear it deep inside you now,
a voice that just won't be denied.

Speak for yourself.
Someone will hear you,
hear what you're saying.
Speak for yourself.
Who knows, you might change your world.

They never listen to a word you say.
They always turn their backs and walk away.
Well, take a look at yourself now, baby.
Take a look at yourself.
Take a look at the things you should have done.
It's up to you.

Speak for yourself.
Someone will hear you,
someone will listen.
Speak for yourself,
someone will hear you,
out in the darkness.

Speak for yourself.
Someone will hear you,
someone will listen.
Speak for yourself.
Who knows, you might change your world.
You might change your world.
Speak for yourself.

. . .


We used to stand on the corner of the street,
watching the world go by.
Movin' on when the cops came along,
looking 'em in the eye.

Young guys with stars in their eyes,
trying to make ends meet.
Young guys with stars in their eyes,
dancin' to the beat.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.
Running wild.

(Holy show - show - show)

The Alley Cats on a Saturday night,
a rumble without a warning.
Woodbines and a bottle of wine,
and no school in the morning.

Hot stuff, we acted so tough,
we knew how to take a heed.
Paying the dues by singing the blues,
and dancin' to the beat.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.
Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.

Just like an ocean in motion,
sometimes you go too far.
Then just to drop in the ocean,
crash and burn like a shooting star.

Young guys with stars in their eyes,
just trying to make ends meet.
Young guys with stars in their eyes,
dancin' to, dancin' to the beat.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothing's what it seems.

Running wild,
we were livin' on dreams.
Running wild,
nothin', nothin', nothing's what it seems.

. . .


The time has come to talk about tomorrow.
You should be a careful one tomorrow.
I heard them on the radio.
I saw them on the video.
I don't think I can take much more.

Led clones, Led clones.

You've stolen from the houses of the holy.
You've rolled into the kingdom of the sain.
I heard you on the radio.
I saw those crummy videos.
I don't think I can take no more.

Led clones, Led clones.

Got to get it on,
from the still of the night.
But you're gettin' it wrong,
you know it ain't right.

Ooh, yeah.
Ooh, yeah.

I saw them on the radio.
I heard them on the videos.
I don't think I can take much more.

Led clones.
Led clones.
Led clones, woh.
Led clones.

Led clones.
(Repeat to end).

. . .

The Messiah Will Come Again

[No lyrics]

. . .


The wind is up,
and the sky is falling.
The thunder cracks,
and the sea is rolling.

Wonder if we'll ever see tomorrow.
Ride with our backs to the wind,
don't know if I'll make home again.

Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.

The sky is black,
and the wind is howling.
The lightning strikes,
and the sea is raging.

Wonder if we'll ever see tomorrow.
Turning our ships to the sun,
this time there is no place to run.

Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.

Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.

Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.
Running from the storm.

. . .


I saw you standing at the corner of the street,
you look so fine.
I don't care what it is your sellin',
I wanna be the next in line, aough.
You're dressed to kill,
you look good enough to eat.
I'm telling you,
there's just one thing you can't beat.

This thing called love.
This thing called love.
Aough.

That long, blond hair, those eyes of blue,
those ruby lips and legs so long, baby.
You've got the goods,
you're holdin' big time.
There's no way you can go wrong.
You knock 'em dead,
when you're walking down the street.
I'm telling you,
there's just one thing you can't beat.

This thing called love, woh.
This thing called love.
This thing called love.
This thing called love.

Lookin' for a love on a summer's night.
I've got you lined up in my sights.
I've been looking for a love since the break of dawn.
Hey baby, come on!
Yeah!

This thing called love.
This thing called love.

I've been looking for a love on a summer's night.
I'm loaded up, you're in my sights.
Lookin' for a love since the break of day.
Hey baby, what you say?
Ooh, yeah!

This thing called love.
This thing called love.

This thing called love.
This thing called love.

This thing called love.

. . .


Hey baby, looking good to me.
Hey baby, I like what I see.
I'm ready, I'm ready for love.
What you say, we just forget the drill.
Full metal jacket, I'm shooting to kill.
I'm ready, I'm ready for love.

Don't you know that it's cold outside.
Come on in, I'll keep you satisfied.
Just like that moon up above,
I'm out tonight and I'm ready for love.

I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love, hooh.
I'm ready, I'm ready for love.
Aough!
Move over baby.

Hey baby, won't you tell me your sign.
What do you know, it's the same one as mine.
I'm ready, I'm ready for love.
You hear me knockin', but you won't let me in.
Open the door honey, let the fun begin.
I'm ready, I'm ready for love.

You say you will, then you say you won't.
Now you see it, now you don't.
Just like that moon up above,
It's out tonight and I'm ready for love.

I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love.
I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love.

Every day in the week,
I'm in a different city.
Every day in the week,
somebody tries to hold me down.

Your place or mine, honey?

Don't you know that it's cold outside.
Come on in, I'll keep you satisfied.
Just like that old moon up above,
I'm out tonight and I'm ready, ready, ready, ready.

(I'm out tonight and I'm ready for love.)
(I'm ready for love.)
(I'm out tonight and I'm ready for love.)
I'm ready for love.

Ready, I'm ready for love.
I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love.
I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love, wooh!
I'm getting ready, I'm ready for love.
Just like that moon up above.

(Ready)
I'm ready for love.
(I'm getting ready.)
I'm ready for love.
(Ready)
I'm getting ready for love.
(I'm getting ready.)
Ooh, just like that moon up above.

(Ready, I'm getting ready.)
I'm getting ready for love.
(Ready, I'm getting ready.)
Aough!
Hooh.

(Ready, I'm getting ready.)
(Ready, I'm getting ready.)
(Ready, I'm getting ready.)
(Ready.)

. . .


I was born up on the North side,
where the Lagan River flows.
When I came across the border,
I was following my nose.
Dublin city '69,
there could have been no better place,
there was no better time.
Through the thunder and the rain,
the deepest blood of emeralds
was running through my veins.

Blood of emeralds.

I was down and out on Skid Row,
but I held on to my pride.
The darkest son of Ireland,
he was standin' by my side.
We would sail the stormy seas.
Never looking back,
we were afraid of what we'd see.
Through the thunder and the rain,
the deepest blood of emeralds
was running through our veins.

Some of us will win and some of us will lose,
the strong will survive.
Some of us will fall,
some of us won't get out of here alive.

Blood of emeralds.
Blood of emeralds.

I was angry, I was sad,
just thinking about the times we had.
I felt so lost and lonely too,
what could I say, what could I do?
And after all, the time goes by.
No one knows the reasons why.
You lived each day like there was no tomorrow.
You spent those years living on time you borrowed.
And in your eyes, all I could see was sorrow.

Some of us will win, some of us will lose,
the strong will survive.
Some of us will fall,
some of us won't get out of here alive.

Blood of emeralds.
Blood of emeralds.
Blood of emeralds.

(Blood of emeralds.)
The deepest blood of emeralds.
Blood of emeralds.

The deepest blood of emeralds.
The deepest, deepest blood of emeralds.

. . .

Dunluce (Part 2)

[No lyrics]

. . .


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