The Kilburn High Road
Flogging Molly Lyrics


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Many's the day, I took for granted
Breathing the air that silenced some
The North wind blew It's head asunder
Beating it's breast with a war drenched song
Bathe awhile, awash in slumber
Cry what's left to sleep
When you dream of the love ya left forever
But pity no more nor grieve

So we're the kings of it all
The day we were born
Yeah we're the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High

Listen to the sound of dead men dying
March as they flee but exile bound
Their ship once sailed no longer anchors
For gone is the green
And their hallowed ground

Toast to tears of times past glories
This ageless clock chime stalls
Where to kiss the lips of love forgotten
To fly where no others have soared

So we're the kings of it all
The day we were born
Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave us up
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High
We were the kings of the Kilburn High

Toast to tears of times past glories
This ageless clock chime stalls
Where to kiss the lips of love forgotten
To fly where no others have soared

So were the kings of it all
The day we were born
Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave us up
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
So were the kings of it all
The day we were born
Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave us up
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High
We were the kings of the Kilburn High





Oh Mary, this London's a wonderful sight

Overall Meaning

"The Kilburn High Road" is a thought-provoking song by Flogging Molly that explores themes of nostalgia, mortality, and the passage of time. The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the song, with the singer reflecting on how they used to take the simple act of breathing for granted. The "North wind" is a metaphor for the harsh realities of life, beating people down with its "war drenched song" and causing them to question what's left to live for.


The song's chorus emphasizes the idea of being "kings of it all" and the sense of pride that comes with being born into a community, in this case, the Kilburn High Road. The lyrics suggest that even though life can be tough, there's something special about being a part of a group of people who share a common bond. The line "Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup" is a nod to the tendency for people to drink to excess and stick together through thick and thin.


As the song continues, the singer reflects on the inevitability of death and the fleeting nature of life. The idea of "dead men dying" emphasizes the cyclical nature of existence, with even the strongest and most powerful eventually meeting their end. The lyrics also speak to the idea of loss and how it's important to appreciate what we have while we have it.


Overall, "The Kilburn High Road" is a powerful and emotive song that invites the listener to reflect on what's truly important in life. It's a reminder that even though we may face hardships and challenges, there's something special about being a part of a community and sharing meaningful experiences with others.


Line by Line Meaning

Many's the day, I took for granted
I used to take the days for granted


Breathing the air that silenced some
Breathing the hushed air


The North wind blew It's head asunder
The North wind was blowing so hard that it was disorienting


Beating it's breast with a war drenched song
Like the sound in their heart and mind of being in a battle


Bathe awhile, awash in slumber
Take some time to sleep and relax


Cry what's left to sleep
Sob until there are no more tears and you can finally sleep


When you dream of the love ya left forever
When you dream about the love you left behind


But pity no more nor grieve
Don't feel sorry for yourself or be grieving


So we're the kings of it all
We are rulers of everything


The day we were born
The day we were brought into the world


Yeah we're the kings of the Kilburn High
We reign over Kilburn High


Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup
We'll always have a drink and never leave a drop behind


Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
Your empty glass is a sign of your sadness and tears


Listen to the sound of dead men dying
Hear the sound of soldiers being killed


March as they flee but exile bound
They march as they run away, but are still exiled


Their ship once sailed no longer anchors
Their boat has sailed and won't come back anymore


For gone is the green
The green fields are gone


And their hallowed ground
The place they cherished and respected is now gone


Toast to tears of times past glories
Raise a glass to celebrate past glories and the emotional memories they bring


This ageless clock chime stalls
Time seems to slow down or stop altogether


Where to kiss the lips of love forgotten
Where to find the forgotten love and embrace it once more


To fly where no others have soared
To go somewhere where nobody has ever been before


We were the kings of the Kilburn High
We used to reign over Kilburn High


Oh Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
London is beautiful, Mary




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ANDREW W HUTT, BRIDGET A REGAN, DAVID KING, DENNIS CASEY, GEORGE E SCHWINDT, MATTHEW A HENSLEY, NATHEN MAXWELL, ROBERT A SCHMIDT

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TheodicistEddie

My best friend in highschool ripped a cassette of this for me before he died. I'd never heard of them before. I still have that tape

Pretty Lights

:'(

SGAman123 _

This is my favorite band. In my opinion, this song is the most Rock inspired.

Curtis Miller

Amazing music by a band I haven't listened to since my teen years. Im starting to get back into them after listening to an old cd of theirs a long lost brother left with me a few months after his 16th birthday years ago.

Vicki Woodend

I've been listening to these guys since I was sixteen. I'm 38 now and want it played at my funeral, I love it, my mom and dad loved it. I had it played at my dad's memorial. He would have laughed his face off!!!

Bruno O'Shea

Many's the day I took for granted
Breathing the air that sinlenced some
As the North Wind blew
With its head of thunder
Beating its breast with a war drenched song
Bathe awhile, awash in slumber
Cry what's left to sleep
Where you dream of the love you left forever
But pity no more nor grieve


For we're the kings of it all
For the day we were born
Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High


Listen to the sound of dead men dying
March as they flee but exiled bound
Their ship once sailed no longer anchors
For gone is the green
And their hallowed gound


Toast to tears of times past glories
This ageless clock chime stalls
Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten
To fly where no others have soared


For we're the kings of it all
For the day we were born
Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High


Toast to tears of times past glories
This ageless clock chime stalls
Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten
To fly where no others have soared


For we're the kings of it all
For the day we were born
Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High

Tom Adamo

"Toast to tears of time's past glories" Best line

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