Free Art Friday 20/01/12

Here are some more lyrics that I have been working on recently.  Like the last lyrics I shared, they are semi-biographical as they begin with some stories and experiences that I have had in the past few weeks.  I have taken those initial nuggets and then filled in a fictional back story.

The Ballade of Kelly O'Malley

Met him on the street corner one cold but sunny day,
Sipping on a beer at ten am.
He stuck out his hand to me and told me of his name,
That's the day I met this Kelly O'Malley.

I looked at the little man standing before me,
Knuckles were as crooked as his nose.
Told me once upon a time a fighter he had been,
Once a champion inside the ring.

This is the Ballade of Kelly O'Malley,
Once known as the Tempest Irish Sting,
This is the Ballade of Kelly O'Malley,
Another nameless man out on the street.
Another nameless man out on the street.

Life has been a little hard retired from the ring,
Now he finds it hard to hold a job.
Years of taking blows upon the head have left there mark,
Only now d'we know the damage done.

Once they stood around the ring cheering Kelly on,
Damaging his brain to hear their roar.
Now they pass him on the street barely noticing,
No one even cares to know his name.


This is the Ballade of Kelly O'Malley,
Once known as the Tempest Irish Sting,
This is the Ballade of Kelly O'Malley,
Another nameless man out on the street.
Another nameless man out on the street.