Life After Death: Philip Lynott - Black Rose Rocker and Thirsty Soul

Written by Vicki H. Moss on Friday, 31 May 2013. Posted in Music, LifeStyle, Opinion, Vicki H. Moss

Rock stars sometimes burn too brightly. Their incandescent talent leads to rewards and temptations, and start them down dangerous roads. Still, they can inspire in surprising ways.

Life After Death: Philip Lynott - Black Rose Rocker and Thirsty Soul

I recently received a forward—one of those with spectacular pictures accompanied by a memorable song that moves the heart and makes the eyes rain. The music and lyrics mesmerized me and I Googled a phrase from a verse to see who was singing it. Gary Moore was the artist and the song was "Still Got the Blues." I discovered that at one time Moore played guitar for Thin Lizzy. The name of the band was vaguely familiar. With more research, I discovered Philip Lynott started the Irish rock band in 1969. Their only song I remembered that made the charts in the USA was, "The Boys Are Back in Town." 

So that's who wrote and sung that song that was popular in the '70's and is still played on the radio today! During the early seventies, most teens wouldn't be caught dead listening to singers who sported Gospel hair, nor was country cool back then. It was before I'd heard that the Resurrection Band and Steven Curtis Chapman had plugged Jesus into an amplifier. 

And I know, it was a given that anybody with long hair wearing leather pants and a guitar strapped across their chest was suspect to a drug search. But that was the music we listened to unless we watched Buck Owens plunk a guitar singing, "I've got a tiger by the tail," on Hee Haw followed by Lawrence Welk dancing along to German polkas with our parents on Saturday nights because we had only one television. 

It was also a given that sex, drugs, and alcohol was part of the rock scene for a lot of people, especially the rock singers. Very few bands could escape the temptations. It was like Scott Gorham, another Thin Lizzy guitarist, said in an interview with That Metal Show when asked "How bad were you guys partying?" Gorham laughed and said, "Let's just get down to the dirt. We were making the cash and getting slapped on the back quite a bit. Young guys. Got the spotlight on ya buddy…everything's available…it was easy." He later said, "I had to get out of it to keep my sanity. It's a sad day when a man who has so much talent and vision can be taken away so suddenly." 

He was referring to Philip Lynott, leader of the band, and his death on January 4, 1986 from pneumonia, internal abcesses, and septicaemia brought on by drug dependency. What would make someone who was on a rocker's roll with two beautiful young daughters—a man who loved his family—make it to the crossroads and choose the devil's route? Fame and fortune fueled by excess. 

The more I learned about Lynott, the more intriguing the man was. His was a charismatic and charming personality and he had a way with words. No wonder so many kids made him their idol. His star's light first began to shine when Philomena, his mother, was a seventeen-year-old Irish immigrant to England like so many struggling to find work after World War II. She became pregnant by an African Brazilian during a time when interracial dating was frowned upon. Sent to Ireland to live with his grandmother, her baby was loved and nurtured within the family. But in that part of the world, he was the only one with a dark complexion. Within a less than warm environment—one also dogged by poverty—many a day found him throwing a punch to defend himself. 

Sometimes, adversity causes a young soul to rise like cream to the top, and Phil was determined to rise above it all. He became a brilliant song writer with an additional three books of poetry added to his accomplishments. Like some other rock stars who succumbed to drugs, he allowed himself to be deceived and his flame was snuffed out before his time. It wasn't like he was a bad person bent on self-destruction. He had a vision for the band and worked hard at making them successful. 

On further investigation, I discovered he'd been brought up in the Catholic faith and his religious background seeped into some of his lyrics along with songs about his mother and two daughters, Sarah and Cathleen. What kind of rock star would write a song about his mother, Philomena, and title it “Philomena?” Not many. After watching some YouTube videos, I also witnessed him dedicating "I'm Still In Love With You" to his mother when she was attending a concert. And if a curse word slipped out during a performance, he apologized—“Oh, sorry for cursing, Mother." 

Philomena had sacrificed to keep her baby from being put up for adoption early on and their bond couldn't be broken even though Philip had been labeled a half-caste and later penned a song about his lineage giving it the same title. His wounds cut deep. 

I was surprised that Phil wrote songs about God. "Little Bit of Water" revealed he was honoring God with some of his songwriting. Then again with a letter/song to God, "Dear Lord," Lynott pleads with God to hear him and to keep him from falling—a prophetic line if there ever was one. He'd also written a song titled "Got to Give it Up." Some of the other band members were able to find help and quit the stuff to keep their sanity but Phil wasn't so lucky. He knew he had a problem. 

One song, "The Sun Goes Down" began with a revelation about their being a demon in the midst. 

In one interview about his drug habit Lynott said, "I don't particularly think I was an addict as such. I messed around with it enough and I know enough addicts. Second of all, I don't think the battle is over. The battle never actually ends with the drug. The frightening thing about heroin is it's… without trying to glamourize the drug at all, it's very enjoyable to take…it cuts off reality…if you've got a lot of problems…how enjoyable it can be…but after the initial phase you become dependent on the drug…mentally that battle will continue the rest of my life." He was obviously in denial about his addiction, as most addicts are and died at thirty-six. 

One of his songs was titled Roisin Dubh (prounounced Ro-sheen Dove) and in English the Irish words translate Black Rose, a fitting nom de plume for a gifted writer such as Phil. After he lost his battle with his demons, a statue of Lynott was erected on Harry Street—off of Dublin's famous Grafton Street. Philomena campaigned heavily against drugs after her son's death. I hope the Black Rose Rocker found peace with his Savior in the end and is now singing with the angels as his legend even now lives on. 

If only future generations could learn from Phil's mistakes and when reaching their crossroads take the higher path which is found by first taking the narrow road. 

"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it." Matthew 7:13-14 . 

And this blog article I wrote continued to live and grow a life of its own when I heard from a Thin Lizzy fan. The next article I wrote uses a fictitious name and is titled: 


A Christian writer, I received a forward with a haunting song. I discovered Gary Moore of Thin Lizzy. Researching the Irish band, I discovered lead singer, Philip Lynott, was a hard drinker-druggie rocker, hurting deeply. Evidence in song lyrics led me to believe he longed for God. 

I noticed by chance someone on Facebook by the name of Liam with a Lynott fan profile picture, friended him, and asked him to read my article—to give feedback. He was offended I wrote about the racial prejudice against Lynott. I reassured what I’d written was documented. I provided sources. “Do your own research,” I advised.  

Liam wrote back to me, “After a lot of thought, you’re right about what Philip went through, I was always in denial about it. I look at Dublin/Ireland through rose colored glasses. I sort of looked up to Philip as a father figure.” Paraphrased, he added, Lynott had one thing I don’t. God. Can you help me find God?”

I suggested From East to West by Ravi Zacharias. An Irish film student, Liam was the last person I thought I’d ever be friends with. He asked me to critique a story he’d written. Unfortunately, critiques are difficult for some who haven’t yet developed thick skin. I never heard back. I lost him as a friend on Facebook. I continued to pray God would reveal himself to this young man. I mourned our disconnect like the mother mourning her prodigal son. 

I prayed. 

Prayed some more. 

A year later—for a contest—I wrote about Liam and our connection and his search for God.  

“I wished Liam and I were still friends,” I wrote. “I would have loved to share our story.” Two days later, stunned, I received Liam’s invitation to link with him on LinkedIn. 

“It’s great to hear from you, Liam!” I replied, amazed God had healed his hardened heart and reconnected us.

The gist of his reply: “Vicki, I finally graduated from film school. My film is about life after death. I would love to keep in touch and pass on ideas to each other. 

“Lots of Love, Liam.” 

And though this article didn’t win the writing contest, I believe the entire experience had a bigger purposeI believe it was to help Liam win by finding the narrow road that led to the small gate. And I thank God for the courage to follow my Father’s leading in posting a blog about a fallen rock star, something I’d been hesitant to do. It was through that small window of opportunity, God showed me who He is, and the magnificent things He can do. He showed me a fallen rock star can find the true Rock Star–Jesus Christ our Lord–with help from a friend. And through someone else’s fallen state, someone else’s experience, another can be led to Christ. And who knew it would be a Facebook friend from across the Big Pond? 

Image Credit: CC BY-SA 2.0/Harry Potts

About the Author

Vicki H. Moss

Vicki H. Moss

Vicki Moss is Contributing Editor for Southern Writers Magazine and past Editor-at-Large for two years. She’s also a poet, author of How to Write for Kids’ Magazines andWriting with Voice, a Precept International Ministries Leader and a Christian Communicators graduate. Having written for Hopscotch and Boy’s Quest magazines for the last 11 years, she’s also published in South West Writer’s The SageCountry Woman, In the City, Borderlines, Scotland’s Thistle Blower, I Believe In Heaven by Cecil Murphey and Twila Belk, and a couple of her inspirational stories can be found in Divine Moments compiled and edited by Yvonne Lehman. Selected to be a presenter of her fiction and creative nonfiction short stories for three conferences in a row at the Southern Women Writers Conference held at Rome, GA’s Berry College, Vicki is also a speaker and on faculty for writers conferences.


Copyright © Vicki H. Moss. Used with permission.

Comments (6)

  • Vicki Moss

    Vicki Moss

    25 November 2013 at 19:29 |
    Thanks for the additional links Justin!
  • Justin


    25 November 2013 at 16:58 |
  • Justin


    25 November 2013 at 16:55 |
    Here is another great article for review

    ...and destiny soon intervened when she met Cecil Parris, from Georgetown, in British Guiana on the northern coast of South America – not Brazil, as has been widely documented in the countless articles since Philip’s tragic drug-related death.
  • Vicki Moss

    Vicki Moss

    09 November 2013 at 11:22 |
    It's interesting to find there are still so many dedicated Phil Lynott fans out there. Another fan sent me this message through FB.

    "Thanks for the article that will now be viral throughout the Thin Lizzy fan FB community...You seem to have grasped what Phil truly [was] all about....It's amazing to me the amount of fans that just don't get it....was clear to me 26 yrs ago..))) Thanks again." ~MM

    I haven't noticed my article going viral throughout the FB community of Thin Lizzy and Phil Lynott fans, however, it was generous of MM to think this might happen.

    I think the takeaway from this story about Phil's life is that drugs cut young lives short causing so much talent to be wasted--talent given by God for purposes other than worldly pleasures.

    I'm hoping that through this article fans and others will take a closer look at some of Phil's God-seeking lyrics. This was a man who knew God as a child and then fell away from the faith. He knew the devil was after him but the devil already had him in his clutches through heroin's hold. At least he had the presence of mind to have that one last talk with God on earth before passing to the other side to stand before Him in heaven.

    What an incredible warning we've been given via Lynott's life choices and lyrics. It's never too late to seek Jesus Christ the Savior. Even from a deathbed one can say, "Lord, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for my sins. I accept you into my heart as my Lord and Savior." God knows the heart and will also know if the attempt to seek Him to turn over a new leaf is genuine.

    May all rockers and others who are lost who read this have a true change of heart so they can be blessed to live eternally. A relationship with the true Rock star is a wild ride and one that will truly rock your world! ~ In His Grip, Vicki
  • Vicki Moss

    Vicki Moss

    09 November 2013 at 10:28 |

    Thank you for your comment and the link. It's interesting that in most of my research Cecil Parris was supposedly from Brazil. In this article by his wife Irene it's stated "Philomena became pregnant again and gave birth to a daughter in April 1951. Phil’s sister Jeanette Parris Lynott was given up for adoption and Cecil and Philomena then separated.

    “Cecil was always upset about it because he was a very strong family man,” said Irene, who met her husband-to-be after he moved to London."

    However, in Philomena Lynott's book "My Boy," she states she broke off the relationship with Cecil Parris because he was seeing other women and she'd thought she was the only love interest in his life. If Cecil "The Duke" --nickname given to him because of his manner of dress -- had truly been a "family man" he would have fought to keep his children -- especially the daughter who was put up for adoption as Irene states. And then there was no attempt to find out where his son Philip had been sent to live so he could visit him. Doesn't sound like the family man to me.

    So it's difficult to ferret out the truth when so many key players have much they would like to keep private for obvious reasons. Unless a birth certificate is produced, I think it's safe to say Cecil Parris was from South America. Who really knows if he was from Brazil or Guyana. If a man will fib about how many women he's seeing when he's having children with one woman, what else will he fib about to another woman?

    Again, thanks for your comment and providing the link for my attention. ~Vicki
  • Justin


    23 October 2013 at 10:03 |
    Phil's father's name was Cecil Parris and he was from British Guyana. Cecil was not African Brazilian. Phil's middle name was Parris.

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