Damien Dempsey is the most interesting young Irish songwriter I've heard in years. Listening to him in Dublin in august was like receiving a documentary summary of the changes in Dublin in the last decade. His first album 'They Don't Teach This Shit In School' kicked ass and his second, which has just been released, is even better.

Bad Time Garda Written by Damien Dempsey Someone knocked this morning, they wanted to come in They rang and rang the doorbell, I thought and scratched my chin I hope it's not the Garda they have no time for us Except when they had something they wanted to discuss

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Well I peeped out through the curtains and saw that I was right It was a black Mariah and they were sittin' tight My brothers sleeping upstairs, they didn't seem to hear Them banging down the front door, I thought that rather queer

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It's a bad time Garda, the house' an awful sight It's a bad time Garda, come back tomorrow night It's a bad time Garda, the kitchen is a sin You picked a bad time Garda, we'll get some biscuits in

Someone's running round upstairs, reluctant to descend Ma and Da are shouting 'You've brought them back again' At least its not the special branch, the Peelers of today Flash their guns And take your sons And you would have no say

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Well my brother's there In his underwear It's cold as it can be He's hanging out the window I'd rather him than me

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It's a bad time Garda, the house' an awful sight It's a bad time Garda, come back tomorrow night It's a bad time Garda, the kitchen is a sin You picked a bad time Garda, we'll get some biscuits in We'll get some biscuits in, we'll get some bickys in For you, for you, for you