I'm losing will, love My hands are soft as cotton gloves Machine has eaten up my job My meaning, my cause Machine with the strength of a hundred men Can't feed and clothe my children Can't greet a sailor coming in Or know of desperation I shovel coal down Spencer's dock I took your dear into wedlock And you did bear us a beautiful flock River rock the machine down on the docks River rock the machine until it stops Oh low Liffey, show me gold Like a heron I will go Oh roaring Liffey when you're high Like a cormorant I will dive In the Galway glow at night we rise We're gold enough to win back time We're gold enough to win back the pride River rock the machine until it dies Today, dear, I'm unemployed Before I spoke, you read my eyes I feared of nothing or no one But I feel old and I'm so young I miss the graft, I miss the boys I plead for purpose in the void Time is inward, ticking tighter I wish my load was a mountain lighter I shovel coal down Spencer's dock I took your dear into wedlock And you did bear us a beautiful flock River rock the machine down on the docks River rock the machine until it stops Oh low Liffey, show me gold Like a heron I will go Oh roaring Liffey when you're high Like a cormorant I will dive In the Galway glow at night we rise We're gold enough to win back time We're gold enough to win back the pride River rock the machine until it dies River rock the machine down on the docks River rock the machine until it stops
Interesting that industrial machines came for many manual labourers - and now it feels like AI is coming for the 'knowledge' workers. A new generation will feel the dislocation and weight of a machine making them redundant. I'm not sure where it all ends, but if we have machines doing so much of our work, where is the utopia of long days of leisure that were promised with these technical revolutions!
Beautiful tune
I like this song Lisa.
This is the kind of music that is good for the soul...
I'm losing will, love
My hands are soft as cotton gloves
Machine has eaten up my job
My meaning, my cause
Machine with the strength of a hundred men
Can't feed and clothe my children
Can't greet a sailor coming in
Or know of desperation
I shovel coal down Spencer's dock
I took your dear into wedlock
And you did bear us a beautiful flock
River rock the machine down on the docks
River rock the machine until it stops
Oh low Liffey, show me gold
Like a heron I will go
Oh roaring Liffey when you're high
Like a cormorant I will dive
In the Galway glow at night we rise
We're gold enough to win back time
We're gold enough to win back the pride
River rock the machine until it dies
Today, dear, I'm unemployed
Before I spoke, you read my eyes
I feared of nothing or no one
But I feel old and I'm so young
I miss the graft, I miss the boys
I plead for purpose in the void
Time is inward, ticking tighter
I wish my load was a mountain lighter
I shovel coal down Spencer's dock
I took your dear into wedlock
And you did bear us a beautiful flock
River rock the machine down on the docks
River rock the machine until it stops
Oh low Liffey, show me gold
Like a heron I will go
Oh roaring Liffey when you're high
Like a cormorant I will dive
In the Galway glow at night we rise
We're gold enough to win back time
We're gold enough to win back the pride
River rock the machine until it dies
River rock the machine down on the docks
River rock the machine until it stops
Such a beautiful voice - to speak of the tragic loss of those jobs
Great original song, great talent. Lisa is a truly unique taleny ❤
I have to be careful because she is so good her music haunts me for days !
'they're no fun either, they don't smile they don't say thank u
Utterly brilliant
Brilliant. There's nothing I don't like about Lisa O'Neill.
La amoo
Interesting that industrial machines came for many manual labourers - and now it feels like AI is coming for the 'knowledge' workers. A new generation will feel the dislocation and weight of a machine making them redundant. I'm not sure where it all ends, but if we have machines doing so much of our work, where is the utopia of long days of leisure that were promised with these technical revolutions!
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up every time this beautiful human being sings
❤️
machines don't smileee
Hope Jeff Bezos will listening to this.😊😊😊.
I like that she is rockin the Framus.
👏👏
I suppose nothing is forever
Tuning?
I don't know if she'll reply, but sounds like GDAE on a 4 string tenor banjo to me, same as mandolin tuning.
álainn