Damien Dempsey's Schooldays
I only ever saw Damien Dempsey perform once. The band he was opening for in Minneapolis was the reason my friend bought tickets, but three songs into the set I realized that Dempsey’s musical keening was going to be the big takeaway. He stood like a boxer and sang like he was trying to move mountains. It wasn’t poetry as much as force of will and it stood in stark contrast to a lot of the music I was listening to at the time.
Since that show, I’ve listened to much of his catalog but I keep coming back to two songs. The first is “Factories” and the second is “Schooldays Over.”
In my mind, “Factories” comes from the same psychological place as his cover of “Schooldays.” Leaving home, change, memory and a certain nostalgia for how hard life can be runs through both.
Factories, trains, and houses
The place that left me mute
Til I threw back my shoulders
Factories, trains, and houses
The place that makes some strong
Some grow old very quick there
No star ever played the cellar bar
But then fights do excite you
I'm awoken by a handbrake turn outside
I knew lads who died, that sound chills me inside still
Howth Junction could take you away
And in the hay fields we'd squander the day
And from the corner of Holywell road
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs
See the sunset over us all
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs
I still can hear the crack
Of his head on the concrete
And then you think you're blessed
When you're dropping a tablet
Troubled years and fighting
Sure it's best in the long run
And from the corner of Holywell road
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs
See the sunset over us all
See the sunset over Saint Donaghs
See the sunset over the world
Dempsey’s version of “Schooldays” is matter of fact. It’s more Luke Kelly than Mary Black.
Like “Factories” you believe every line he sings (even if it’s about moleskin trousers).
When Grant and I started working on our version of “Schooldays Over” the Damien Dempsey cover was our entry point to the song. Even though our version doesn’t sound anything like Dempsey’s, we sat with his version for a long time, trying to cook it down until it became a vapor.