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Luke Kelly - tribute poem question

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  • 11-03-2012 10:00pm
    #1
    The Hammer
    Registered Users Posts: 182 ✭✭


    Hi all Boards Music posters

    I have a question - mostly from hazy memory - of a song/spoken word tribute to Luke Kelly.

    I think it was written by Pete St. John and then it was performed/recorded by John Shehan.
    It is many years ago since I have heard it ...

    Some of the opening lines were..

    "I went back to Luke's place just one - all that was there were a few scattered books amongst the unpretentious chairs.."

    I know the last two lines of it are

    "And he came and lived his life upon a song ... for songs are all we lived for in the end".

    Does anyone know where I could find the full lyrics/words of this? I have done a fair bit of Google searching but turned up very little.

    Thanks guys!
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    CiaranK
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    This is one I know of?

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lj4UrW_R1Cw



    A nice one here at about 12 and a half minutes in about Ronnie here

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zp-bNzEYgNw


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    The Hammer
    Registered Users Posts: 182 ✭✭The Hammer


    Thanks Ciaran,

    Unfortunately this isn't the one I was thinking of - however thanks for linking me to it - haven't heard that one before! :)


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    jonnogael
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    Luke Kelly was an artist a Dubliner and a friend
    Time heals nothing, it merely dulls the pain
    And puts a public face on loss
    I went back to Luke's place just once
    It was strangely empty, a few scattered books and things
    Uncluttered like his lib-rate life
    Balanced on the knife edge of a song
    And anchored in nothing but friendship
    The unpretentious chairs and polished wood
    Reflected back the winter's light
    That had seen him down to mother earth
    For Luke had only touched his run
    And the world had known him only through a song
    But I had known the inner human core
    Wrapped in our cradle of carnal confusion
    We wrote and sang the songs that told the heart to soar
    But we often fell the distance back to earth
    And Luke he knew dark days when nothing matched or held
    He knew the actor's pain in empty halls
    He travelled, toiled and sometimes fell from grace
    But he'd sing it right or sing it not at all
    For Luke was one of us as separate and unique as any man I knew
    He came and lived his life within a song
    And songs are all we live for in the end.


    Purely from memory, I hope I've got it right


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    The Hammer
    Registered Users Posts: 182 ✭✭The Hammer


    jonnogael wrote: »
    Purely from memory, I hope I've got it right

    WOW - spot on - that is one heck of a memory you have - fair play to you - thanks. Really appreciate it. :)


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    jonnogael
    Registered Users Posts: 19 ✭jonnogael


    The Hammer wrote: »
    WOW - spot on - that is one heck of a memory you have - fair play to you - thanks. Really appreciate it. :)

    After confusion

    "Savaged by the dreams and gentle jar"

    Been saying it over and over, not bad for a 70 year old:D


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