Gama Bomb 2016: Return To Easter Rising Official Video Thrash Metal
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GAMA BOMB's music video for 2016: Return To Easter Rising, the special edition single to mark the centenary of the 1916 rising.
This track is exclusively online - no physical copies will be sold.
Illustration by Mark Flood
Directed by Philly Byrne
LYRICS:
I went down to Dublin town one morning in the spring,
To fight robomen of black and tin who served a cyborg king,
I saw armoured cars, shouts from bars and beatings in the street,
I smelled the oil of times gone by from androids on the beat.
Down all the days of history
A fight we could not forsee
With our Celtic Tiger lifestyle
Smoking tabs and herbal tea
Twenty sixteen - it's happening again
Evil machines - oh please let it end
What did we do to deserve this plight?
Made evil machines!
Oh yeah, that’s right
They’d all returned: I saw Vinny Byrne, Paddy Pearse had a neon glow
There was Connolly’s shade with a new upgrade uploaded to the GPO
They fought like hell, spoke in HTML, until the last man was standing
With detachable parts and valor in our hearts as we watched the robots landing
One hundred years right to the day
The war is coming back
With metal hearts and robot brains
It’s totally different craic
Twenty sixteen - here we go again
Evil machines - when will it end?
We were too busy being out on the lock
To prepare ourselves for the futureshock
Howth Mausers
Green trousers
Laser pistols
Robot Bristols
Easter Rising
None-the-wising
Barrack builders
Erskine Childers
Napper Tandy
Take her handy
Sean MacDermott
Ballyfermot
Room 40
Rebel sortie
Dublin Castle
Loads of hassle
Tayto packets
Puffer jackets
Gerry Adams
Monto madams
Twink and Geldof
Bankers let off
Wogan, Grogan’s and The Nolans
Boom and bust
Public trust
Suicide and civic pride
Crooked deals in shades of green
Living far beyond our means
It’s just like the bit in Darby O’Gill
That would shit you up as a child
A death coach drawn by metal steeds
And you must get inside
Twenty sixteen - history repeats
Evil machines - on O’Connell Street
You have to wonder what they’re fighting for
We’re just plastic paddies in a future war