The Guy from a Big Town

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


released May 1, 2010

Attila Tapolczai - guitar, vocals, recording



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Track Name: The Guy from a Big Town
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
Track Name: Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye
Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye

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.
Track Name: Viva La Quince Brigada
Viva La Quince Brigada
Christy Moore

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

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


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


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
Track Name: The Hills of the Matra
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
Track Name: Filmek (acoustic)

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
Track Name: Deportees
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

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?
Track Name: Shady Grove
Shady Grove

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

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
Track Name: Hold On
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!
Track Name: Boots of Spanish Leather
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
Track Name: Worker's Side
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
Track Name: Mennem kell tovább (acoustic)
Mennem kell tovább

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!


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!


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
Track Name: Walk On Boy
Walk On Boy

I was born one mornin',
The rain a-pourin' down,
Heard my mammy say to my pappy,
"Let's call him John Henry Brown."

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.