The Death of Philomena Lynott – The Mother of Thin Lizzy Front Man, Philip Parris Lynott!


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Wednesday, June 12, 2019 was a sad day in Ireland. Philomena Lynott, the mother of Thin Lizzy front man, Phil Lynott died at her home in Sutton at the age of 88. Ms. Lynott had been battling cancer for years and had refused treatment stating she wanted to die with dignity. Philomena was first diagnosed with lung cancer in 2015 but fought it off after undergoing radiotherapy treatment. Throughout the years she interviewed with several television shows and stated that she felt as though if she were to start receiving chemotherapy that after each treatment, she would just go home and curl up in the bed and be cranky; after all, Philomena was a very out-going woman with a beautiful heart and bubbly personality. In 2018 after a scan it was revealed her cancer had returned.

Philomena was a strong woman and went through a living hell after the birth of her son, Philip August 20, 1949. In an interview with The Irish Sun she recalled the days after her baby was born. “Back in those days if a child was born out of wedlock they would write ‘illegitimate bastard’ on their birth certificate. “That’s what was written on his. I was thrown into a workhouse and spat at because I had a black baby. It was a terrible, terrible time.

After leaving the work house Philomena took her baby to Crumlin to stay with her mother, Sarah and her father whom would help raise Philip while his mother went to the UK to find work. There she met a man named Dennis Keeley, where they set up a hotel in ­Manchester frequented by famous stars.

Later in his teens, Phil began to make a name for himself after joining some of the local bands, such as The Black Eagles,” and later “Skid Row” founded by one of his friends, Brendan “Brush Shields,” but after losing his position as lead singer following surgery to remove his tonsils. Lynott got together with friends, Brian Downey, Eric Bell and Brian Roberson and Thin Lizzy was born. Phil became an icon as the front-man, and this amazing band blew up the charts with great hits like “The Boys are Back in Town” and “Waiting for an Alibi.”

Philomena would attend her son’s shows, sitting in the audience singing to the music, smiling at the crowd or laughing at Phil’s jokes as he worked the crowd as one of the most talented front men in rock history. The world fell in love with Thin Lizzy and Phil Lynott. The group toured the world, the UK and even the USA. The band had such a huge impact on everyone they met and performed for and their fan base continued to grow all over the world. Unfortunately it wouldn’t last, and Philomena would find herself suffering through the worst hell any parent could imagine when her beloved Phil passed away on January 4, 1986 at the age of 36 from septicemia as a result of his heroin addiction. She was crushed, the world has she knew it was gone and she didn’t know if she could make it without her child and didn’t know if she even wanted to.


She claimed it was meeting another grieving mother, who lost three children in the Stardust tragedy, tending the tombstone of her deceased children in the same cemetery where Phil was buried which changed her life. Philomena said: “That was the day I stopped grieving for Phil.”

Regularly attending gigs, and the annual Vibes for Philo, Philomena was rock royalty in Ireland, and was on hand with Dublin’s then-Lord Mayor, Catherine Byrne, to see a life-size sculpture of her son unveiled on Harry Street, just off Grafton Street, in January 2009.

Visiting her son’s grave daily, Philomena would clean off the leaves, change the flowers, remove the many guitar picks and other gifts left by the many fans around the world who would fly in to visit his grave and take photos next to his statue.

This is a woman who loved life, loved her son and made sure his legacy lived on years after his death. She will be buried at St. Fintan’s Cemetery.

Rest in Peace Philomena, you will truly be missed!

Phil wrote a song for his mother titled “Philomena!”

Everybody, Somebody, Anybody & Nobody!


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This is a little story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody.  There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.
Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done

My List of 10 Beautiful but Sad Songs!

1. Still in Love With You – Thin Lizzy


Think I’ll fall to pieces
If I don’t find something else to do
This sadness it never ceases
Oh I’m still in love with you

My head, it keeps on reeling
It’s got me in a crazy spin
Darling, darling, darling
Is this the end?

Still in love with you

They say time has a way of healing
Dries all the tears from your eyes
But darling it’s this empty feeling
My heart can’t disguise

After all that we’ve been through
I try my best but it’s no use
I guess I’ll just keep on loving you
Is this the end?

Still in love with you

Still in love with you

Now that it’s all over, boy
There’s something I think you should know
Baby, baby, think it over
Just one more time before you go

Call on me baby
If there’s anything I can do for you
Please call on me baby
Help me see it through

Still in love with you
Still in love with you
Still in love with you


2. Cry Baby – Janis Joplin


Cry cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,
Welcome back home.

Now he told you, that he loved you much more than I
But he left you and you don’t you just don’t know why
And when you don’t know what to do
You come running and


Well I can always lose,
Don’t you know nobody can love you the way that I do
Take the pain and the heartache too
Ah honey you know that I’ll be around
When you need to


Welcome back home

I’ve spent so many nights
Just waiting for you to come walking through that door
And even tho you’ve made a fool of me so many times before
I know that all it takes is just the sight of your face
To make me realize that I will always love you darlin
And I can see that you got some more tears to shed
I can see it baby, cause your eyes, your eyes are getting red

So c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon
Cry cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,
Cry cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,


3. The Ghetto – Elvis Presley


As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mama cries
Cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads

And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries


4. I’m Living in Shame – Diana Ross and the Supremes


Mom was cooking bread
She wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head
Always had her stockings low
Rolled to her feet, she just didn’t know
She wore a sloppy dress
Oh no matter how she tried, she always looked a mess
Out of the pot she ate, never used a fork or a dinner plate
I was always so ashamed for my uptown friends to see her
Afraid one day when I was grown that I would be her

In a college town, away from home, a new identity I found
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet
I must have been insane
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip to Spain
She never got out of the house, never even boarded a train
I married a guy, was livin’ high
I didn’t want him to know her
She had a grandson, two years old
I never even showed her

I’m livin’ in shame, Momma, I miss you
I know you are not to blame, Momma, I miss you

Came the telegram
Mom passed away while making homemade jam
Before she died, she cried to see me by her side
She always did her best, ah! cookin’, cleanin’
Always in the same old dress
Workin’ hard down on her knees
Always try’n to please
Momma! Momma! Momma, do you hear me
Momma! Momma! Momma, do you hear me

I’m livin’ in shame, Momma, I miss you
I know you’ve done your best
Momma, I miss you
Won’t you forgive me Momma
For all the wrong I’ve done
I know you have done your best
I know you have done your very best you could
But I never understood
Workin’ hard on your knees
Momma, you were always, always tryin’ to please


5. Let’s Get It On – Marvin Gaye