Sorta kinda wizard rock song, if you squint

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I have bekkio to thank for introducing me to the Irish and Celtic Music podcast (banner below), a free, bi-monthly, downloadable radio show of independent Irish & Celtic music. You can subscribe through iTunes. It includes Irish drinking songs, Scottish folk songs, bagpipes, music from Ireland, Scotland, Brittany, Wales, Nova Scotia, Galacia, Australia, the United States, and around the world. I set up a syndicated feed for it today: irishceltmusic.

Anyway, I was listening to episode #39 today, and a song came up, "My Father is a Werewolf," by a Finnish group from Helsinki that plays Irish music and music with Irish Influences, the Redhill Rats. I really liked that song, and heck, it reminded me of [insert gratuitous Harry Potter reference here] Teddy Lupin, so I went Googling for more information. And I found this iSound page, where you can download twenty-one of their songs for free, including "My Father is a Werewolf." I really like them! [re: "My Father is a Werewolf": the singer's father sounds more like Fenris Greyback than Remus Lupin, but still, check it out and let me know if you like.] I believe these are authorized free downloads since the page offers a way to contact the band (if you have an iSound login, that is, but you don't have to have one to download).

(Hey, lollardfish! Check out their rendition of the song "Tramps and Hawkers.")

Have any of you heard of the Redhill Rats before?



Lyrics to My Father is a Werewolf:

1. My father was a werewolf and he roamed the countryside
His fangs were long and sharp, his territory was wide
Along the way he sang his songs and sang them out of tune
He left a trail of tears and grief beneath the yellow moon

2. In a far-off village I heard he broke some hearts
I guess young hearts break easily in those foreign parts
Drunken frenzy has no fear, no shame and no remorse
There were burning bridges left behind and a hundred broken doors

Ch: Come all ye wankers, hear the story of the beast that stunk
Buy me a whiskey and a beer, I'm not completely drunk
If you have loose change about you, ring those service bells,
and if this story spooks your wits, I'll tell you something else.

3. On a night-time rampage he encountered some old friends
and left them lying in a pool of blood, this is where that story ends
When he came home next morning, he was all smile and charm
By the dirt under his fingernails I knew he'd done some harm.

4. My playground was a field of thorns behind a sandy hill
Grown-ups could not come there against the childrens' will
A haunted house stood in that field, all derelict and torn
I played there with the bones of the damned and the ghosts of the forlorn

Chorus-

5. I believe that I'm in love right now, a feeling that remains
is a twisting pulse inside my head and a bloodrush in my veins.
That girl is sweet beyond compare, she is my only one
But my father was a werewolf and I am a werewolf's son
Yes, my father was a werewolf, that makes me a werewolf's son.