The Guy from a Big Town

by Attila Tapolczai

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The Guy from a Big Town 03:42
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The Guy From a Big Town Hello! Welcome to my show Come all you friends gather ’round I'm just a wandering singer coming from a big town My hands are prepared for the guitar My heart’s prepared for the fight For the working people and the universal human rights I question why do I see hunger in a rich world I wonder if the women are equal how can we let them being hurt Oh oh yes, I’m such a curious guy from a big town I couldn’t stay in my sweet home town ‘Cause the life there has dragged me down And now I’m a second-class citizen in another big town The working poor makes the big profit Consume the products more and more Taking drugs, buying cheap food from the second-class store I can’t accept that people with different colours are still treated in different ways And I don’t believe that social problems can be solved by building more jails Oh oh yes, I’m such a sceptical guy from a big town I thought all of us deserve a decent life Sometimes enjoying the sun But being treated like human resource is not a big fun I’m not idealist, I believe That the matter shapes the mind And my mind is a critical, radical, social kind And it hurts me how the laws of capital just let children die And it hurts me too how good men turn into psychopaths in front of my eyes Oh oh yes, I’m such a sensitive guy from a big town Okay, we don’t have to change the world It’s changing anyway But if we hold together we can do it in a different way Maybe this is not our time Maybe you don’t get my words at all But the seeds we sow we never know when they’ll grow And ‘till then everyone keeps up the fight in their own way One feeds the mind, others on strike, one sings on the corner every day And oh oh oh, that’s me the guy coming from a big town
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Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye 02:39
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Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye Traditional While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye A doleful damsel I heard cry, Johnny I hardly knew ye. With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and drums and guns The enemy nearly slew ye Oh me darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye. Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are your eyes that were so mild When my heart you so beguiled Why did ye run from me and the child Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run When first you went to carry a gun Indeed your dancing days are done Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home All from the island of Sulloon So low in flesh, so high in bone Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg Ye're an eyeless, boneless, chickenless egg Ye'll have to be put with a bowl out to beg Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again But they never will take our sons again No they never will take our sons again Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
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Viva La Quince Brigada 04:33
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Viva La Quince Brigada Christy Moore [Verse:] Ten years before I saw the light of morning A comradeship of heroes was laid From every corner of the world came sailing The Fifth International Brigade They came to stand beside the Spanish people To try and stem the rising fascist tide Franco's allies were the powerful and wealthy Frank Ryan's men came from the other side [Chorus:] Viva la Quince Brigada "No Pasaran", the pledge that made them fight "Adelante" is the cry around the hillside Let us all remember them tonight Bob Hilliard was a Church of Ireland pastor From Killarney across the Pyrenees he came From Derry came a brave young Christian Brother Side by side they fought and died in Spain Tommy Wood aged seventeen died in Cordoba With Na Fianna he learned to hold his gun From Dublin to the Villa del Rio Where he fought and died beneath the blazing sun [Chorus] Many Irishmen heard the call of Franco Joined Hitler and Mussolini too Propaganda from the pulpit and newspapers Helped O'Duffy to enlist his crew The word came from Maynooth, "support the Nazis" The men of cloth failed again When the Bishops blessed the Blueshirts in Dun Laoghaire As they sailed beneath the swastika to Spain [Chorus] Even the olive trees were bleeding As the battle for Madrid it thundered on Truth and love against the force of evil Brotherhood against the fascist clan This song is a tribute to Frank Ryan Kit Conway and Dinny Coady too Peter Daly, Charlie Regan and Hugh Bonar Though many died I can but name a few
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The Hills of the Matra 03:25
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The Hills of the Matra I tell you a story about a place that deeply touched my heart A place where people come to cure although my of them died You can see her rising, north from the Hungarian Puszta Let me take you for a little walk in the hills of the Matra The spring comes up here late; the snow mostly likes to stay But the beech, hornbeam and oak forests turn green till the end of May The high fresh air fills your lungs, the silence calms you down You wish to stay and curse the sky for you were born in town Upon the hill in Matrahaza there’s a big house among the pines Poor people with bronchitis, asthma, cancer, lie in this yellow house They can hardly breathe, their faces are blue, good doctors help them cure A walk in the park gives them peace, lovely nurses heal their soul If you go deeper in the woods wild path’s leading the way Spiny bushes, lumpy oaks, beeches, giant and grey Wash your face in the creek, on the way you see a little resting house made out of wood Take your time, sit on the bench, catch your breath and eat your food You go further down the path, a village appears in front of your eyes Ask the people how they live, why have the young ones gone to towns Many of them are out of work, the factory’s closed years ago The money’s gone, bitterness remained and the life quality went low Walk up to the signed oak tree where you can watch all the hills around To south you see the famous Plain over Gyöngyös town Assure you will never forget this magic area The beauty and the misery in the hills of the Matra
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Reels I: The Maid Behind the Bar / The Congress Reel / The Golden Keyboard 03:46
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Filmek (acoustic) 03:01
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Filmek Újra mélységes bánat önti el a szívemet Ahogy tehetetlenül nézem a történéseket Megváltoztatni semmit nem tudok Csak véleményt mondhatok Úgy kísért mindannyiunkat saját gonoszságunk Valaki próbál küzdeni ellene, valaki gondosan palástolja Magasztos eszmékkel, szeretetről, igazságról beszélnek Istennek képzelik magukat, közben a saját tükörképüktől félnek Az erőt tőlünk kapják, tőled, tőlem és tőle Nemzeti színű lobogókkal csavarják a holttesteinket körbe Újra egy generáció lehanyatlóban Kik életet adtak másoknak, és reménykedtek az újban A valós szenvedések, miket átéltek Az újaknak már csupán filmek Biztonságban, kényelemben, csak peregnek a képek A dühöt már nem tartják vissza az emlékek Csak akkor fogjuk észrevenni Amikor közelről érezzük meg a halál szagát Amikor felfedi valós arcát Amikor egyetlen lövés, robbanás Elpusztít minden álmot, valóságot És mindaz, mi számunkra kedves Nem számít többé már
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Deportees 03:37
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Deportees (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos) Lyrics by Woody Guthrie The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their cresote dumps They're flying you back to the Mexico border To pay all your money to wade back again My father's own father, he wanted that river They took all the money he made in his life My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees And they rode the truck till they took down and died [Chorus:] Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big air-plane And all they will call you will be deportees. Some of us are illega, and others not wanted Our work contract's out and we have to move on But it's six hundred miles to that Mexican border They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives. We died in your hills, we died in your deserts We died in your valleys and died on your plains We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes Both sides of the river, we died just the same. A sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon Like a fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves? The radio says they are just deportees. Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil And be called by no name except deportees?
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Shady Grove 02:48
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Shady Grove Traditional Cheeks as red as a blooming rose And eyes are the darkest brown She's the darling of my heart Sweetest little girl in town [Chorus:] Shady Grove, my little love Shady Grove I say Shady Grove, my little love I'm bound to go away When I went to see my Shady Grove She was standing in the door Her shoes and stockings in her hand And her little bare feet on the floor When I was a little boy I wanted me a Barlow knife And now I want little Shady Grove To tell her to be my wife A kiss from pretty little Shady Grove Is sweet as brandy wine And there ain't no girl in this old world That's prettier than mine
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Hold On 03:34
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Hold On Come and listen to my story about a German town To where I came to seek my fortune and I tell you what I’ve found Augsburg is a lovely place in West Bavaria It’s got two rivers, a nice old town and many green area But I can see the shadows on the dusty cobble-stone Where I got to watch the passers-by playing for change every day I can’t see my final destination except once I die So I need to encourage myself and always keep on sayin’ Hold on, hold on! Hold on, hold on! I can’t tell you how much I miss my two children Soon they’ll come and I’ll surely do my best to feed them Five months, not a long time but long enough not seeing my wife She’s afraid to break away from home and I want to give her a good life But I can see the shadows on this high imaginary wall Between the world of wealth and the increasing poor How can I explain them that those speeches of equality And freedom are just empty phrases they don’t apply to all Hold on, hold on! Hold on, hold on! The future is entirely doubtful in this tough time Of the greatest crisis yet that shook the capitalist system The conflicts are getting stronger my country’s in grave decline This town is still a good place to live but how long can it hold the line? I can’t write a happy end to this song but I tell you one thing Maybe it can help you when the same things bring you down ‘We’! – that’s the word you must remember all the time And don’t forget you’re not alone that’s what I learned in Augsburg town So hold on, hold on! Hold on, hold on!
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Boots of Spanish Leather 04:28
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Boots Of Spanish Leather Bob Dylan Oh, I’m a-sailin’ away, my own true love I’m sailin’ away in the morning Is there something I can send you from across the sea From the place that I’ll be landin’ No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love There’s nothin’ I’m wishing to be ownin’ Just to carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Made of silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona If I had the stars of the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that’s all I’m wishing to be ownin’ Well, I might be gone a long old time And it’s only there I’m asking Is there something I can send you to remember me by To make the time more easy passing Oh, how can, how can you ask me again It only brings me sorrow The same thing I would want today I’ll want again tomorrow Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailin’ Sayin’ I don’t know when I’ll be coming back again It depends on how I’m a-feelin’ Well, you my love must think that away I’m sure your mind is a-roamin' I’m sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country to where you’re going So take heed, take heed of the western winds Take heed of the stormy weather And yes, there’s something you can send back to me Spanish boots of spanish leather
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Reels II: Lost in the Forest / The Paper Bird 02:43
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Worker's Side 04:03
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Worker’s Side What’s going on in 2009 Something is moving on the left side For 40 years we have been quiet But the new era is calling us for a fight Find yourself on the worker’s side You’re not different, just in your mind Look in your pocket, it will decide If you need to fight on the worker’s side We have been quiet since ‘68 But as always there has been too much debate For the social democratic compromise We all had to pay a very big price You may not like it but you can’t deny The class-war exists and it’s intensifying You can buy stocks, you can own your house But you never have the control on your life Many people believed in the market’s hand Now a whole world’s collapsing in their mind They’ve been consuming the market’s lies Now millions of them are losing their houses Don’t cry for the western compromise Which preserved the power of the bourgeois Don’t call back the eastern dirty lies For the property has never been socialized Keep on fighting for the workers rights Hold together in the Union’s strikes Help each other to organize Don’t ever let yourself victimize The crisis has opened some people’s eyes But many of them keep the darkness in their minds The world around me is running wild And I’m singing my song on the worker’s side All you employees and unemployed Underprivileged and exploited Oppressed women, racial abused Discriminated and homosexuals Outcast, unwanted, lay-off, dispossessed Deluded, indebted, busted and homeless Mothers on relief, children deprived Sing with me on the worker’s side
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Mennem kell tovább (acoustic) 03:16
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Mennem kell tovább [Chorus:] Jól van, jól van Ma éjjel elindulok tovább Jól van, jól van Az út ködös, a cél egyre tisztább Jól van, jól van Nem nézek hátra inkább Nem kérdem, mi lesz majd Csak megyek, megyek tovább Mögöttem jó néhány boldog nyár (Menned kell tovább) Előttem homály, bizonytalanság (Menned kell tovább) Mögöttem a mocsár, mit jól ismerek már (Menned kell tovább) Előttem egy parádézó modern barbár világ Most légy okos, hogy ebben értelmet találj! [Chorus] Bennem a láng, mindig reményt adó (Menned kell tovább) Mellettem egy lány, kisember a karján (Menned kell tovább) Alattam egy süllyedő hajó (Menned kell tovább) Felettem a Nap segít nekem, melyik a jó irány Menj, hogy az életnek értelmet adjál! [Chorus] Nem kérdem, hogy mi az én sorsom Megyek, mert tudom, hogy mire vágyom Nem kérdez tőlem sem az élet Addig kell mennem, amíg élek Nem tudom, hol fogok kikötni Hol fogok holnap gyökeret verni Nem kérdem, mi lesz majd Csak megyek, megyek tovább Mennem kell tovább! 2007. június
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Walk On Boy 03:19
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Walk On Boy Traditional I was born one mornin', The rain a-pourin' down, Heard my mammy say to my pappy, "Let's call him John Henry Brown." [Chorus:] Walk on, boy; walk on down the road; There ain't nobody in this whole wide world A-gonna help you carry your load. I left my mamma and pappa Just about the age of ten; Lord, I got me a job a-workin' on the levee Totin' water for the hard workin' men. One day my pappy told me, "Some advice I wanna give to you Son, find a good woman, be good to her, An' she's gonna be good to you." If anyone should ever ask you, "Just who is that fella Brown?" You can tell him I'm the boy Who left his hammer smokin' Where he beat that steam drill down.

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Recorded in Attila's room in Augsburg between April-May, 2010.

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released May 1, 2010

Attila Tapolczai - guitar, vocals, recording

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Attila Tapolczai Augsburg, Germany

Attila Tapolczai is a singer-songwriter, guitar and mandolin player. Previously doing many years of punk rock, he formed his first acoustic group in 2005 which became known as Attila & Friends.

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