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Billy Treacy & The Scope : Moving This Way

The Scope Anna Mary Donaghy : Fiddle Billy Treacy : Guitar & Vocals Conor Brady : Bass Gavin Whelan : Uilleann Pipes & Low Whistle Jonathan Foley : Snare (in Video) Paddy Kiernan : 5 String Banjo Available now from https://itunes.apple.com/ie/album/mov... Recorded at Camden Studios Engineered by Conor Brady Mastered by Fergal Davis Official Video Filmed & Edited by Kevin de la Isla. Directed by Bryan Baker. Produced by Paul Baker. Many Thanks to everyone involved for there hard work, help, effort, dedication and belief over the years. Facebook: facebook.com/billytreacy.singersongwriter/ Twitter: @billy_treacy Periscope: @billy_treacy Instagram: instagram.com/billytreacy/?hl=en Moving This Way You've taken from me and you can't even see, how I'm feeling and dealing. I can't grasp in my hand and I can't understand, why we're moving, why we're moving this way. Our land of saints and of noted scholars, has turned its back on its youths tomorrow's. You've sold our soul to the corporate devil, and everything's on the never, never no more. Taking bribes and hiding crimes, buried skulls and eyes wide shut to all that. Photo ops and yet more chops and all we have to do is grin and bear it. Not share it! You may have work but it's all for free, and they don't care but it's different for me. They'll soon be gone with their golden shake, and leave us all in this cauldron of hate and pain. Pulling strokes on decent folks while voting in another handy pay rise. While some sleep rough, enough's enough, why can't they look at life through some of our eyes, and its demise! Dropping hands, dodgy plans, making out everything's all right Jack. Spinning yarns, using charms, shoving everything on down the dirt track. What's that craic? We're only as strong as our weakest link. We can't move on and let them sink. Have we learned nothing from our pauper past? Let's build something that's meant to last, for good. Coz there's rising rents and make shift tents and drinking soup, with heads under the blankets. You're piled into a hotel room and told that you'll be sorted soon. Well guess what? I thought not! Our land of saints and of noted scholars, has turned its back on its youths tomorrow's. You've sold our soul to the corporate devil, and everything's on the never, never, no more. No no never, No never, no more. You've taken from me and you can't even see, how I'm feeling and dealing. I can't grasp in my hand and I can't understand, why we're moving, why we're moving we're moving this way. Why we're moving, why we're moving, we're moving this way. Why we're moving, why we're moving, we're moving this way! Written by Billy Treacy Copywrite 2017