Brooklyn Heights Part 1 .......... Howard Shore

Dark Moon, High Tide .......... Afro Celt Sound System

Gospel Train .......... Silver Leaf Quartet

The Hands That Built America .......... U2

Shimmy She Wobble .......... Othar Turner

Breakaway .......... Sidney Stripling

Signal to Noise .......... Peter Gabriel

New York Girls .......... Finbar Furey

The Murderer's Home .......... Jimpson And Group

Dionysus .......... Jocelyn Pook

Brooklyn Heights Part 2 .......... Howard Shore

Morrison's Jig / Liberty .......... Mariano De Simone

Durgen Chugaa .......... Shu-De

Unconstant Lover .......... Maura O'Connell

Devil's Tapdance .......... Vittorio Schiboni

Beijing Opera Suite .......... Anxi Jiang

Paddy's Lamentation .......... Linda Thompson

Brooklyn Heights Part 3 .......... Howard Shore

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Come on people, got to get on board
Train is leavin' and there's room for one more
God, don't listen to the Devil, he got ways to move you
This train don't carry no smokers
This train...

Well, come on people, cause it's startin' to rain
Get on board, it's the gospel train, yeah
Don't listen to the Devil now
People, don't listen to the Devil
Satan will fool you
Satan will fool you
I said Satan will fool you
Well, this train don't carry no smokers
This train
This train
Wooo
Wooo
Wooo!

Come on people, get on board
Train is leavin' and there's room for one more
Just trust in the Lord
Wooo
Wooo!

Oh my love, it's a long way we've come
From the freckled hills, to the steel and glass canyons
From the stony fields, to hanging steel from the sky
From digging in our pockets for a reason not to say goodbye

These are the hands that built America
(Russian, Sioux, Dutch, Hindu)
Oh, oh oh, America / Hand
(Polish, Irish, German, Italian)

Last saw your face in a watercolour sky
As sea birds argue, a long goodbye
I took your kiss, on the spray of the new land star
You gotta live with your dreams, don't make them so hard

And these are the hands, that built America
(The Irish, the Blacks, the Chinese, the Jews)
Ah, ah ah, America / Hand
(Korean, Hispanic, Muslim, Indian)

Of all of the promises, is this one we could keep
Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach

Halle, ole
(Dream-oh-yeah)
(Oh oh-dream, oh love)

It's early fall, there's a cloud on the New York skyline
Innocence, dragged across a yellow line

These are the hands that built America
These are the hands that built America
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah America
Oh-la-la-ah-ah America

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You know the way that things go
when what you fight for starts to fall
and in that fuzzy picture
he writing stands out on the wall
so clearly on the wall

send out the signals deep and loud

and in this place, can you reassure me
with a touch, a smile - while the cradle's burning
all the while the world is turning to noise
oh the more that it's surrounding us
the more that it destroys
turn up the signal
wipe out the noise

send out the signals deep and loud

man I'm losing sound and sight
of all those who can tell me wrong from right
when all things beautiful and bright
sink in the night
yet there's still something in my heart
that can find a way
to make a start
to turn up the signal
wipe out the noise

wipe out the noise
wipe out the noise
you know that's it
you know that's it
receive and transmit
receive and transmit
receive and transmit
you know that's it
you know that's it
receive and transmit
you know that's it
you know that's it
receive and transmit

Shipmates listen unto me, I'll tell you in my song
Of the things that happened to me
When I come home from Hong Kong

CHORUS:

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
Oh, you New York gals, Can't you dance the polka?

VERSE TWO:

As I walked down on Chatham Street a fair maid I did meet
She asked me please to see her home, she lived on Bleeker Street
Now if you'll only come with me you can have a treat
You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat

CHORUS:
VERSE THREE:

Before we sat down to eat we had several drinks
The liquor was so awful strong I quickly fell asleep

CHORUS:
VERSE FOUR:

When I awoke next morning I had an aching head
My gold watch and my pocket-book and my lady friend had fled
In looking round this little room nothing did I see
But a woman's shoes and apron which now belonged to me

CHORUS:
VERSE FIVE:

Now dressed in the lady's apron I wandered most forlorn
Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn

CHORUS(Twice)

To me a-weigh, you Santy, My dear Annie
Oh, you New York gals, Can't you dance the polka?

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Oh it's meetings a pleasure and it's parting a grieve
And an unconstant lover is worse not a thief
For the thief he will rob you and just steal what you have
But an unconstant lover will follow you to your grave
For the thief he will rob you and just steal what you have
But an unconstant lover will follow you to your grave

Oh they'll buy you fine trinkets, fine garments and flowers
And they'll call in at tea-time to pay their devours
They'll swear that they love you by the light of the moon
And propose marriage? No, sherry cobblers at Taylor's Saloon.

Ah but when you are married look out for your hub
'Cause evenings you spend at the old fellows' club
At the officer's store he was kept, he'll pretend
And so he was too, drinking rum with a friend
At the officer's store he was kept, he'll pretend
And so he was too, drinking rum with a friend

But fortunes are false and a fickle young day
And it's worse than bad luck for to die an old maid
And the best of all blessings we can meet in this life
Is a kind, loving husband and a good-tempered wife
And the best of all blessings we can meet in this life
Is a kind, loving husband and a good-tempered wife

[Thanks to legolas_is_a_girl@hotmail.com for lyrics]

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Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed
So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation

Here's to you boys, now take my advice
To America I'll have ye's not be going
There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar
And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow
My little plot of land I soon did part with
And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see
For I left her there that morning broken-hearted

Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er
Our fortunes to be made [sic] we were thinkin'
When we got to Yankee land, they shoved a gun into our hands
Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"

General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head
Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension
Well meself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg,
And by God this is the truth to you I mention

Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck
And old Ireland is the country I delight in
With the devil, I do say, it's curse Americay
For I think I've had enough of your hard fightin'

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