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My Heart or My Head

by Black Angus

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1.
Time to go to work boys, time to clean and jerk boys. If you’re lookin’ for the real men, we’ll be layin’ down that steel men, We’ll be layin’ down that steel. Oh navvy strike a course for the fiery Iron Horse. Get up, get on the levels, you God-forsaken sons-of-the-devil. It’s time to go to work boys, time to clean and jerk boys. If you’re lookin’ for the real men, we’ll be layin’ down that steel men, We’ll be layin’ down that steel. From Hell into the forge, swallowed up by the gorge. Screamin’ down that river, oh death do us deliver! 'Cause if you die today, you will forfeit all your pay, So put your back into the rail, live again to tell your tale. Time to go to work boys, time to clean and jerk boys. If you’re lookin’ for the real men, we’ll be layin’ down that steel men, We’ll be layin’ down that steel. Penny, nickel or a dime boys, hammer down that line boys. Penny, nickel or a dime boys, swing away in time. So you wanna be a navvy, run back home now to your daddy, Overhead the rock is falling, think I can hear your momma callin’. It's time to go to work boys, time to clean and jerk boys. If you’re lookin’ for the real men, we’ll be layin’ down that steel men, We’ll be layin’ down that steel. Well, we’re gonna drink, we’re gonna fight, we’re gonna go to town tonight. Men, from all around the world, yeah we come here just to steal your girls! Listen to the mighty roarin’ of the navvies’ drunken whorin’. Swingin’ away his little hammer, you can keep your f*ckin' manners! Time to go to work boys, time to clean and jerk boys. If you’re lookin’ for the real men, we’ll be layin’ down that steel men, We’ll be layin’ down that steel. Penny, nickel or a dime boys, hammer down that line boys. Penny, nickel or a dime boys, swing away in time. So you wanna be a navvy, run back home now to your daddy. Overhead the rock is fallin', think I can hear your momma callin’. It's time to go to work boys, time to clean and jerk boys. If you’re lookin’ for the real men, we’ll be layin’ down that steel men, We’ll be layin’ down that steel. Layin’ down. Layin’ down, Layin’ down that steel.
2.
The waterfront of Istanbul is strewn with Russian sailors. The vodka in the taverns is all walking out the door. The Captain is belly-dancing with a hookah on his head, And their ship is overloaded too. ‘Way-haul-away, we’ll stagger and we will sway. Sing a Black Sea shanty, and we will drink another day. ‘Way-haul-away, the anchor and gangway, This tub of rust will navigate this nautical cliche. The moustache and the monkey are singing gypsy songs. They’ll wrap their wounds up in their turbans and sail for home at dawn. The Captain is barking orders now, to an alley full of dogs, And their ship will find its way back home - if they're very bloody lucky! ‘Way-haul-away, we’ll stagger and we will sway. Sing a Black Sea shanty, and we will drink another day. ‘Way-haul-away, the anchor and gangway, This tub of rust will navigate this nautical cliche. The wind is up, the deck’s awash. We’re steaming full ahead. The sun is rising with the tide, And the Black Sea is turning red, so… Sing a Black Sea shanty, Odessa we are bound. Heave away and haul away if we don’t run aground. ‘Til every sailor’s mother and his lover hears the sound, As we sail into O-dessa town. ‘Way-haul-away, we’ll stagger and we will sway. Sing a Black Sea shanty, and we will drink another day. ‘Way-haul-away, the anchor and gangway, This tub of rust will navigate this nautical cliche. Haul away!
3.
Swingin’ ’round the line, swingin’ ‘round the line, Passing time on Baroness, swingin’ ‘round the line. Well, I been up before the dawn, behind the wheel all mornin’ long. Headed for la Isla de la Quadra, siguendo mi corazon. We’ll meet up just fine, we are all on Island Time, But I gotta get in and get out again and get swingin’ ‘round the line. Swingin’ ‘round the line, swingin’ ‘round the line, I gotta get in and get out again and get swingin’ ‘round the line. Swingin’ ‘round the line, swingin’ ‘round the line, Passing time on Baroness, swingin’ ‘round the line. Tonight some starlit bay, I been makin’ music all the way. I don’t know what time it is or what month or what blessed day. Sometimes the seas are rough and I hear that the sun don’t always shine, But tonight we’ll be together singin’ swingin’ ‘round the line. Swingin’ ‘round the line, swingin’ ‘round the line, Tonight we'll be together singin' swingin’ ‘round the line. Swingin’ ‘round the line, swingin’ ‘round the line, Passing time on Baroness, swingin’ ‘round the line. Hi-diddly-dee, a sailor’s life for me. Hi-diddly-day, a life on the ocean waves. Crossing water in the sun, to new digs when the day is done. Buckin’ through the narrows, “Hold on everyone!” Keep an eye to the running tide, our depth is a lookin’ fine. That hook’ll set, and on our first try we’ll be swingin’ ‘round the line. Swingin’ ‘round the line, swingin’ ‘round the line. That hook’ll set, and on our first try we’ll be swingin’ ‘round the line! Swingin’ ‘round the line, swingin’ ‘round the line, Passing time on Baroness, swingin’ ‘round the line. Swingin’ ‘round the line, swingin’ ‘round the line, Passing time at anchor, swingin’ with a Baroness!
4.
A match was a-made, here last night, To a girl I neither loved nor liked. I should take my own advice. I should just leave her behind, and go rovin’ the wide world over. Oh my heart, oh my heart, oh my heart, or my head. Would I be better off livin’? Would I be better off dead? I’m always gonna remember all the things that she said, Before my love crossed the ocean. Oh I walked up, and I walked down, And I walked to Cork and Dublin and Belfast towns. But no equal to my true love did I find, She’s the wee lass that’s left my heart broken. Oh my heart, oh my heart, oh my heart, or my head. Would I be better off livin’? Would I be better off dead? I’m always gonna remember all the things that she said, Before my love crossed the ocean. Oh I got up two hours before day, And I got a letter from my true love. An’ I heard the black bird, and the linnet say, That my love has crossed the Ocean. Oh my heart, oh my heart, oh my heart, or my head. Would I be better off livin’? Would I be better off dead? I’m always gonna remember all the things that she said, Before my love crossed the ocean. Oh my heart, oh my heart, oh my heart, or my head. Would I be better off livin’? Would I be better off dead? I’m always gonna remember all the things that she said, Before my love crossed the ocean.
5.
Come sing me a lullaby, Sing my soul to sleep. Come sing to me, sweet sweet melody, And lay me down soft and deep, soft and deep, Lay me down soft and deep. Come sing me a memory, Sing me a song I would know. Don’t sing to me from that same old story Of joy, and of woe, Of joy, and of woe. Come sing me a lullaby, Sing my soul to sleep. Come sing to me, sweet sweet sweet melody, And lay me down soft and deep, soft and deep, Lay me down soft and deep. Come sing me my eulogy, Sing me my praises high. You can sing to me from your sweet Rosary, But don’t wait ‘til the day that I die, that I die, Don’t you wait ‘til the day I die... To come sing me a lullaby, Sing my soul to sleep. Come sing to me, sweet melody, And lay me down soft and deep, soft and deep, Lay me down soft and deep.
6.
The waterfront of Istanbul is strewn with Russian sailors. The vodka in the taverns is all walking out the door. The Captain is belly-dancing with a hookah on his head, And their ship is overloaded too. ‘Way-haul-away, we’ll stagger and we will sway. Sing a Black Sea shanty, and we will drink another day. ‘Way-haul-away, the anchor and gangway, This tub of rust will navigate this nautical cliche. The moustache and the monkey are singing gypsy songs. They’ll wrap their wounds up in their turbans and sail for home at dawn. The Captain is barking orders now, to an alley full of dogs, And their ship will find its way back home - if they're very bloody lucky! ‘Way-haul-away, we’ll stagger and we will sway. Sing a Black Sea shanty, and we will drink another day. ‘Way-haul-away, the anchor and gangway, This tub of rust will navigate this nautical cliche. The wind is up, the deck’s awash. We’re steaming full ahead. The sun is rising with the tide, And the Black Sea is turning red, so… Sing a Black Sea shanty, Odessa we are bound. Heave away and haul away if we don’t run aground. ‘Til every sailor’s mother and his lover hears the sound, As we sail into O-dessa town. ‘Way-haul-away, we’ll stagger and we will sway. Sing a Black Sea shanty, and we will drink another day. ‘Way-haul-away, the anchor and gangway, This tub of rust will navigate this nautical cliche. Haul away!
7.
It was early mornin’ yesterday, I was up before the dawn. I really have enjoyed my stay, but I must be movin’ on. Like a king without a castle, like a queen without a throne, I’m an early mornin’ lover and I must be movin’ on. Now I believe in what you say, it’s the undisputed truth. But I have to have things my own way, just to keep me in my youth. Like a ship without an anchor, like a slave without a chain, Thought of those sweet ladies puts a shiver through my veins. I will go on shinin’, shinin’ like brand-new, If I never look behind me, my troubles will be few… Goodbye stranger, it’s been nice, hope you find your paradise. Tried to see your point-of-view, hope your dreams will all come true. Goodbye Mary, good-bye Jane, will we ever meet again? Sweet devotion, is not for me, give me motion or set me free... Some they do and some they don’t, and some you just can’t tell. Some girls will and some girls won’t, and with some it’s just as well. Well you can laugh at my behaviour, that will never bother me, Say the devil is my Saviour, but I won’t pay no heed. I will on go on shinin’, shinin’ like brand-new, If I never look behind me, my troubles will be few… Goodbye stranger, it’s been nice, hope you find your paradise. Tried to see your point-of-view, hope your dreams will all come true. Goodbye Mary, good-bye Jane, will we ever meet again? Feel no sorrow, feel no shame, come tomorrow, feel no pain. It was early mornin’ yesterday, I was up before the dawn. I really have enjoyed my stay, but I must be movin’ on…
8.
Will I be stuck inside your mind like a pop-song, Comin’ down in three-part harmony? Will I be runnin’ through your mind? In the mornin’ will you find, that you remember me? Will I be easy to remember, will I be easy to forget? Will I be runnin’ through your mind? In the mornin’ will you find, that you remember me? I believe I believe I will remember, Though there are those who say I love too easily. There can be no doubt, I may have fallen in and out, But she always was the only girl for me. Will I be easy to remember, will I be easy to forget? Will I be runnin’ through your mind? In the mornin’ will you find, that you remember me? Am I just whistling past the graveyard, Summoning up a ghost of yesterday? Did I stir up the dust, around your memory of us? Have I stumbled into my own way? It could be like we never parted company, It could be like we never ever met. Will you live your life in wonder, I wonder, Will I live my life in regret? Will I be easy to remember, will I be easy to forget? Will I be runnin’ through your mind? In the mornin’ will you find, that you remember me? Will I be easy to remember, will I be easy to forget? Will I be runnin’ through your mind? In the mornin’ will you find, that you remember me? Wait, before you go, there is one thing I’d like to know. Will you remember me, remember you, remember me?

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released November 22, 2016

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Black Angus Victoria, British Columbia

Black Angus is about good songs, good humour, good friends, and good whisky.

Their powerful performances take listeners from Vancouver Island to Ireland and back again, fueled by their collaboration and sheer enjoyment of the music.

Traditional & contemporary Irish, acoustic roots, Americana, West Coast Celtic, blues and old-time are all part of the Black Angus sound.
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