The Nameless One

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Jack Hardy - Pop, Folk

The Nameless One

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[Verse 1] When the Leanhaun Shee draws blood for freedom Only the nameless one cries When she dances her victory on through the ages Under the blistering lights Well, the streetwalkers set the stage And the characters scream from the page And the girl who won't tell her age offers opiate to ease the pain But no monument cries in the Bride Street cellar gloom Only the nameless one lies in the tomb As the dark lady madness plays with the truth of discipline And she whistled him down with the wind [Verse 2] When the Leanhaun Shee writes plays of passion Only the nameless one sighs Intimidating witnesses who vie for visions Twisting and injuring his words Well, there are those who suffer and learn And there are those who suffer and turn And there are those who just long to burn in the fire of her opiate words As she fades from the stage we hear her call Because I take things lightly I am master of all As the laughter mocks the call of the plaintive violin And she whistled him down with the wind [Verse 3] When the dark faery queen claws on the season South where the nameless one flies Venting her victory on the red ribbon genius On the trampled wings of rhyme But the flight has become most absurd For the four winds of desire are hers And she is tending them all like a shepherd with her opiate cure And the gull that flies from Fishamble Street In a cholera cold he dies of the heat Not far enough from the seed of his origin And she whistled him down with the wind [Verse 4] When the Leanhaun Shee lays down her teasing After the nameless one dies When she calls for her pay and is sold as a slave Only the nameless one cries We have come to the end of our play Realizing they all have our names As the houselights melt all the stains that carved all the blame And the poet of freedom screams in the night As the nameless one lies awaiting the light That two-penny opera making heads of heroes and tales of heroin And she whistled him down with the wind And she whistled him down with the wind And she whistled him down with the wind

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  • Jack Hardy