A Tribute To Luke Kelly - Liam Clancy
Luke how glad I am that our paths have crossed for that brief window of consciousness that is given to us between Iike
two great mysteries. you were no self effacing rustic waiting to be craved to sing soft sad love songs. you were as
strident as a street in Cricklewood, as brash as a Dubliin Hackney driver and you took delight in what you sang. joy and anger
mixed in a powerful blend - that was your hallmark - then as always -joy is the act of singing - anger in the words that spoke
of injustice. you vane from the mould of the great columnists who knew it was right to rail against the tyranny of class
and privilege. So what signifies? Not signifies is that you fulfilled your purpose that you did not Stint in the giving
of the talent that was unequally yours. Had you been a blade of grass you would have been eery green and very tall and very
pointed because all things must be what they are to their fullness And when in the future there an those who want to hear,
not the froth of fashon by the pop song of the month, but the timeless vision of the true story told, they will listen to
you Lukey - you and your likes, if there are such ?.
