Erin Filmography

• Playboy: No Boys Allowed, 100% Girls
  2000, role: actress , character name: Herself
• Playboy: Biker Babes, Hot Wheels & High Heels
  1997, role: actress , character name: Herself

Erin Filmography

• Masturbation Mania
  2004, role: actress
• Fantastic Footjobs
  2003, role: actress

Erin Filmography

• Tie Me Down
  2007, role: actor

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Erin - Joanna Newsom
• Erin - Solas
• Erin - Jill Hennessy
• Erin - Steeleye Span

Erin, Erin, Erin
Erin across america
Do now cheer me on
Can't you hear the song for you
Quick, now, caramel dip
Give it up to the runaway ship
Hail, now - hail to the bitch
The hairy literary with the nervous, nervous twitch
Shy, your light pops out
And we stand there astounded
And we pound our heads and shout
We shout halleluja
Look what it did to ya
Oh, a horrible mess
And we're eating by the river in the sunday dress
Oh, serenade me
Eatin' my biscuits and gravy
You are missing from me
As you chug with your uncle in the red red sea
I will wait, or will
Knock my knees and talk to you, oh so still
Oh shanandoah
We just a-cross the wide missouri
You are so bonny - shhhh do not worry
Quick, now - caramel dip
Give it up to the runaway ship
Life's so sweet and so low
Buried in the water, yeah, buried in the snow
So dear, deep and so dark
Sleeping on the pavement in the central park
Twentieth floor balcony house is what is home to me
Twentieth floor balcony house is what is home to me

Wake up, oh wake up, don't sleep, please
I had another one of those dreams
Where your feet are bound together
And the tin man is spinning again
Hold my hand, I will stand as the world turns around me
Lock the door to the yard or the wind is bound
To blow my fragile anchors away
Who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up the campaign
When these injured streets are bleeding?
Politicians in command are washing their hands
Got to tend the marching bands
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are bleeding
And I am losing my hold
There are soldiers in the hallway
They will break down these walls
There's an apparation behind the bedroom blinds
There is black ink in the bathroom sink
If the gunmen don't let her go
Or the snake outside will swallow the house
Who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up the campaign
When these injured streets are bleeding?
Politicians in command are washing their hands
Got to tend the marching bands
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are bleeding
And I know you will try
But you cannot protect me from these shadows inside
'Cause these dreams I have are so much bigger
Than the blade of a knife or a shotgun's trigger
If the gunmen don't let her go
Or the snake outside will swallow the house
Who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up the campaign
When these injured streets are bleeding?
Politicians in command are washing their hands
Got to tend the marching bands
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are bleeding
Who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up the campaign?
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are

where are you going?
could i meet you? got a late shift tonight
i’d feel better if i could go with you -
to the rail…
up the stairs…
to the perfumed back room where the girls all comb
their hair -
to the bar with black light she downs shots
to feel right about the business suits,
the laughing men,
the hungry eyes,
she turns again to make sure that i’m still waiting
there by the door
then she dances some more, all alone on the floor
erin doesn’t like to be alone so i play her bodyguard
‘til she gets home - her platinum hair in a broken
band, her cigarette lit, we walk hand in hand and catch
the night train and try to laugh all the truth away -
she says how do you do it? i don’t think i’m smart - i
got no one behind me, i can’t feel my heart but i try
to use whatever god gave me, try to save up my money
and someday maybe i won’t hear my father’s footsteps
behind my door – i won’t hear them no more
so she dances some more, high heels scraping the floor
she never talked about you in those 3 am calls when
she’d throw her new plates at her sea foam green walls
trying to buy some new lies from that smug pusher-whore
with his preppy blond hair who i kicked out the door,
her pretty blue eyes ringed in black and red as she
crumples again at the foot of her bed but I know…what
you did
and she dances some more, all alone on the floor, her

Traditional
At the setting of the sun
When my long day's work was done,
I went out along the sea shore for a walk -
And I being all alone,
I sat down upon a stone
To gaze upon the streets of New York
Chorus:
Erin grá mo chroí
You're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home
From you I never will roam
From my own dear native land - far away
With the turf fire burning bright
On a cold dark winter's night
And the snow flakes falling gently to the ground -
When St. Patrick's day comes 'round
We'll wear the shamrock green
In my own dear native land - far away
Chorus
Well it broke my mother's heart
From her I had to part
Will I ever see my mother any more?
When her body it is laid
In the cold and silent grave
In my own dear native land - far away