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In ár gCroíthe go deo
05:59
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(in ár gCroíthe)
Gone is the day, gone is the night, gone is the day
She defines the only answer
And I never had the time
She defines the only reason
For feeling
All in all is all we tailor
And they always have the best
And she defines the only reason
For feeling
Gone is the day, gone is the night, gone is the day
She defines the only answer
And I never had the time
She defines the only reason
For feeling
All in all is all we tailor
And they always have the best
And she defines the only reason
For feeling
Gone is the day, gone is the night, gone is the day
It’s gone It’s gone It’s gone It’s gone It’s gone
She defines the only answer
And I never had the time
She defines the only answer
to feeling
All in all is all we tailor
And they always had the best
And she defines the only reason
For feeling
Gone is the day, gone is the night, gone is the day
It’s gone It’s gone It’s gone It’s gone
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2. |
Big Shot
04:13
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You’ve been through the war
But you’ve nothing to show
I travelled to space
Found the moon too small
And home is a pin
Rusting through a map
I go there to pray
Do my resting at mass
Everybody gets a big shot baby
Everybody gets a big shot lately
Everybody gets a big shot baby
You choose to show when you know
No-one’s watching how you spread
Empty scum, forget their name
Nothing scratches off your blame
I’ve been leaving it all
I’ve been living it all
I’ve been leaving it all
I’ve been living it all
I’ve been leaving it all
I’ve been living it all
I’ve been leaving it all
Everybody gets a big shot baby
Everybody gets a big shot lately
Everybody gets
Everybody gets
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3. |
How Cold Love Is
03:24
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How cold love is
How cold love is
They sit in their room
They all consume
They fall in their bed
They wanna go dead
They sit in their room
They all consume
They fall in their bed
They wanna go dead
How cold love is
My my
I’ve been so entwined
And the feeling’s coming for the millionth time
And the answer is so sweet
And the days they just seem to follow me
My my (my my)
I’ve been so entwined (been so entwined)
And the feeling’s coming with the finish line
And the anti, is so cold
So cold
So cold
They sit in their room
They all consume
They fall in their bed
They wanna go dead
They sit in their room
They all consume
They fall in their bed
They shouldn’t have said
How cold love is
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4. |
Jackie Down The Line
04:01
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Do do do
La la la
My friend Sally says she knows you’ve My friend Sally says she knows ya
got a funny point of view got a funny point of you
Says you’ve got a way with murder Says you got away with murder
Maybe one time maybe two Maybe one time maybe two
Something happens in the morning
When I can’t see those failing eyes
I can’t find a good word for ya
Does it come as a surprise? I
Don’t think
We’d rhyme
I will wear you down in time
I will hurt you
I’ll desert you
I am Jackie down the line
Said did Sally ‘bout a future
Before you bored of her as well
If all you want is entertainment
If you can’t have it you make hell
Don’t make no odds for ye
To be told yeah
Don’t make no odds for ye
To be told
yeah
I don’t think
We’d rhyme
I will wear you down in time
I will hurt you, I’ll desert you
I am Jackie down the line
I don’t think
We’d rhyme
I will make your secrets mine
I will hate ye
I’ll debase ye
I am Jackie down the line
Do do do
La la la
So come on down to Sally’s boneyard
See her spirit in decline
See the handsome mourners crying
They hawked a beating heart for a sturdy spine, yeah
What good is happiness to me
if I’ve to wield it carefully?
For care I’ll always come up short
It’s only right
I don’t think we’d rhyme
I will wear you down in time
I will hurt ye
I’ll desert ye
I’m one Jackeen of a line
I don’t think we’d rhyme
I will take up all your time
I will chew ye
I’ll go through ye
I am Jackie down the line
I don’t think we’d rhyme
I will make your secrets mine
I will hate ye
I’ll debase ye
I am Jackie down the line
And I will stone ye
I’ll alone ye
I am Jackie down the line
If I can make you
I can break you
I am Jackie down the line
I am Jackie down the line
(ooh shalala)
Do do do
La la la
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5. |
Bloomsday
04:30
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Saw the city hall
In flames
I suppose it doesn’t do as much these days
You put on your coat
And smile
Saddest one I've seen for a country mile
Brought it down the road
Quicksmart
There’s always fuckin’ rain and it’s always dark
When you were at the gate
Soaked through
Let’s not say a word if it isn’t true
Bloomsday
Cordoned off the rest
Too young
Looking for a thing no do-er’s done
We won’t find it here my love
Drinking with the tourists and fighting in front of them
Oh to be young
Once more
I know all the lines lived it all before
When you were at the gate soaked through
Never said a word that wasn’t true
Bloomsday
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6. |
Roman Holiday
04:28
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Baby come on get stoned get stoned
Get inside it inside it inside it inside
Get along get along get alone get alone
Heard about the week on the Dalymount seat yeah
Baby come on ‘fore the going gets gone
Heard you lied to the Major
Won’t be long
Well I wish upon a wedding for a picture in the star
When they knock for ya don’t forget who you are
Skinty Fia
Baby come on whose side are you on?
I don’t wanna see the queen
I already sing her song
While they’re snuffing out hopes and they’re blotting out suns
They claim to know the form in which genius comes
Baby come on get your high heels on
It’s the body is cold
It’s the course is run
What artless living all this soft pain thrills
What calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills!
Can you feel it?
Baby come on get stoned get stoned
Get inside it inside it inside it inside
Get along get along get alone get alone
Was it the weed or the moment that stoned ye?
Baby come on get the hourglass on
I will dart into town - no I won’t be long
If the talk’s getting cold, we’ll be chancing none
Well you know what I’m saying
Our day will come
Can you feel it?
Won’t be long
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Babe it feels like it’s all happened
23 years of the same
And I’m sorry ‘bout this morning
For the damage I will pay
All the mirrors face the walls and
I wake just to long for bed
“Love what’s got you so down low? - The saddest tongue is in your head!”
I forget the thrill of lies
The truth escaping through the eyes, now
You use voices on the phone
That once were spent on me
The world has changed beyond our doorstep
people talk and dress so strange
I don’t know a neighbour’s name
And all of life is rearranged
Nice to know that you’re still caring
well enough to raise your voice but
If we must bring up the past then
please don’t speak to me of choice
Across the way moved in a pair with passion in its prime
Maybe they look through to us and hope that’s them in time
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8. |
Skinty Fia
03:55
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Does you really don’t know where the avenuers go
Are you lying through your teeth or are they paying through your nose
A set of manners and a smile is all they want you for
But we can talk about it later
You can read it in the paper
I hated you away from the very start
I seen you sticking to your smile - it’s gone and broken my heart
Now the wind is making work of every step on the bridge
You say “I used to say we found each other - now I don’t know
Where he is”
You get that feel - make your spirit shine
I let her prize apart my ribcage like a crackhead at the blinds
- It hurt
But come the downing of a scrapyard sun
There is no light falls on our failure
It ain’t covered in the paper
Well I really don’t care what you think of me
But something gears me to the grovel every opportunity
I’ve got that jealous stripe
- I probably am that type
I’ll see you twenty Mary’s later
When your tongue is talking straighter
Heard he took ‘em all down to the mercenary bar
I heard she broke up with her fella now he’s drinkin’ in his car
- nah
I’m not inclined towards the scandalous word
But on the subject of myself I do believe what I’ve heard
There is a track beneath the wheel and it’s there till we die
She says “I don’t agree with nothing” I say “Neither do I”
- Go to sleep
There’s not a thing can’t be fixed with a dream
And we can talk about it later
You can read it in the paper
I bet ya
I bet ya
You had your smile
You had your smile
For the open mile
I bet ya I bet ya
You had your smile, your face defile
For the open mile
I bet ya I bet ya
I bet you now
I bet ya I bet ya
I bet you now
I bet ya I bet ya
I bet ya
I bet you now
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9. |
I Love You
05:05
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I love you
I love you
I told you I do
It’s all I’ve ever felt
I’ve never felt so well
And if you don’t know it I wrote you this tune
To be here loving you when I’m in the tomb
I’ve eddied the heart now from Dublin to Paris
And if there was sunshine - it was never on me
So close the rain, so pronounced is the pain
I love you
Imagine a world without you
It’s only ever you
I only think of you
And if it’s a blessing
I want it for you
If I must have a future
I want it with you
System in our hearts
You only had it before
You only opened the window
Never opened up the door
And I love you I love you
Told you I do
Selling genocide and half-cut pride I understand
I had to be there from the start I had to be the fucking man
It was a clamber of a life I sucked the ring off every hand
had ‘em plying me with drink
I even met with their demands
when the cherries lined up
I kept the spoilings for myself
‘til I had 30 ways of dying
looking at me from the shelf
a cloud-parting smile I had
a real good child I was
But this island’s run by sharks with children’s bones stuck in their jaws
Now the morning’s filled with cokeys tryna talk you through it all
Is their mammy Fine Gael and is their daddy Fianna Fáil
And they say they love the land but they don’t feel it go to waste
Put a mirror to the youth
and they will only see their face
Makes -
flowers read like broadsheets - “every young man wants to die”
Say it to the man who profits and the bastard walks by
And the bastard walks by
And the passer walks by
Say it to him 50 times and still the bastard won’t cry, would I lie?
I love you
I love you
I told you I do
It’s all I’ve ever felt
I’ve never felt so well
And if you don’t know it
I wrote you this tune
To be here lovin’ you when I’m in the tomb
System in our hearts
You only had it before
Echo echo echo
The lights they go
The lights they go
The lights they go
Echo echo
Selling genocide and half-cut pride I understand
I had to be there from the start I had to be the fucking man
It was a clamber of a life I sucked the ring off every hand
had ‘em plying me with drink I even met with their demands
And I loved ye like a penny loves the pocket of a priest
And I’ll love you till the grass around my gravestone is deceased
And I’m heading for the cokeys I will tell them ‘bout it all
About the gall of Fine Gael and the fail of Fianna Fáil
And now the flowers read like broadsheets
Every young man wants to die
Say it to the man who profits and the bastard walks by
And the bastard walks by
And the passer walks by
Say it to him 50 times and still the bastard won’t cry
Would I lie?
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10. |
Nabokov
05:21
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I did you a favour
I bled myself dry
Well this is what it is now
Pain pain
He’s selling insurance
Selling clouds to the sky
You sold me on living
Living is nothing
But you’re so good lookin’
I bled myself dry
(Daze ya
Phase ya
Happy days yeah)
I did you a favour
I bled myself dry
Well this is what it is now
Pain pure sky
I’ll be your dog of submission
My mission
To help you forget
I’ll be your dog in the corner
I will light your cigarette
Ah but you’re so good lookin’
But you’re so good lookin’
Awh I did you a favour
I did you a favour
Awh I did you a favour
I bled myself out
Well this is what it is now
Pain pure sky
I’ll be your dog in the corner
I will be your dog
In the corner
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