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Rebel Bishop I
01:42
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Senior leadership and I have come to an agreement, I will
Take the money shut my mouth and never dream again
Hardened tubs of plasticine and cobwebs that are out of reach
From rocky beach to rocky beach
It’s all that i can do, all that i can do ahh ahh
All that I can do to not throw up
Wellness apps and pizza days, I’m 38 and at the zoo
With colleagues i have never met, I’m looking at my watch
And as the world accelerates, forgets the turn and hits the wall
And drifts towards the rocky beach
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Affected Services
03:30
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Neighbours with a PA
Neighbours with a PA they’re blind drunk
Passed out by the front door
Passed by the front door their head sunk
Me and you could take off, book the first flight and just
Get out, get out of here, we get out of here and start living
Spreadsheets of everything
Spreadsheets of everything encountered
Plug out, plug out the cord, plug the cord right out of the router
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3. |
The Marian Years
03:02
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Drove right over the island, Somebody’s had enough
Of morning DJs taking absolute guff
Sunrise low in December and you can’t remember leaving the house
The worst coffee ever created burning your mouth
Sitting in line, living just half of the time, Sitting in line, going right out of my mind
Drove right over the border, The grass is the greener
The further you drive, Green and red flags to greet you as you arrive
A congregation of no one And there is no one ringing the bells
For the 7th son of a 7th somebody else
Waiting in line, living just half of the time
Sitting in line, going right out of my mind
Caught out in dreamland
In every home is a healer, the brother handles the cash
Freezing cold baptisms out on Lough Mask
In every home is a header,but they’re getting better they like to think
If you wanna leave you just have to ask
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4. |
Pints With Terre
03:36
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300 miles on a handbrake I didn’t push down
Sleep in the passenger seat in the worst part of town
Toilets reserved for our customers only
Somebody called me a crust punk whatever that means
Probably because I've spent 23 days in these jeans
I’m getting looks as I load up the washing machine
I don’t know…where we’re headed
Priding ourselves on the fact that we got there on time
No sign of medals or keys to the city, it’s fine
Please take a seat and we’ll be with you shortly and
Mystery millionaire townhouse is somewhere to sleep
Don’t trust your man in the denim who offered his jeep
You have no choice in the memories you’re going keep
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5. |
Reputed Seer
03:20
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Well I don’t know what to do, Though I hope it is with you
Cause I’m spent with endless catastrophic Nostradamus blues
There will be a ball of fire and the wrath of the divine
But as long as you are next to me i reckon we’ll be fine
How is it true you love me like you do
The magpies turn to dust as they leave the gilded cage
I have no idea what that means but no worries that’s okay
Well i’m good for metaphors and we’re grand for similes
You can take your sea and shore and waves and boats and go away
And we saw the markets crash and we saw the pubs all close
And we joined the queues of 1000s though for what we didn’t know
And i don’t know what to do and i don’t know what to say
But as long as you are next to me i reckon it’s okay
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Wrong House
03:50
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Easier with pints, easier alone, I just ask around
But who to phone or leave alone
Do not trust the trees, they’re dying to fall, fall in through the room
But who to phone or leave alone
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7. |
Irrational
02:33
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Lasers out of Jesus’ eyes, I hid under my bed
Now it’s rats and mice coming after my bread
I can hear them if there is no other sound
Concrete factory frequencies from deep under the ground
The bus to Dublin took 4 hours before the motorway came
Take a piss in Moate and breathe the winter air in
I would tell you if I thought you would keep schtum
God knows who you’re talking to or what you will become
We have just received a text, asking if we can play
Some Louise Morrissey for Satan on his birthday
That comes in from all his good friends down in Keoghs
Thanks for listening Antichrist, here’s Moonlight In Mayo
I was 6 years old and lost in Dunnes Stores Terryland
An off duty santa claus helped me find my mam
You could walk the island but it’s better on a bike
You could live forever but it’s no harm if you die
You could watch the trilogy in one go if you like
Time to switch the lasers off, give Jesus back his eyes
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1993
03:22
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I’m sure I lost a part of me there underneath the Xmas tree
In 1992 or thereabouts
Football’s gone to Sky TV, there’s no end to the Waco siege
I don’t yet know what I can do without
And I can’t remember almost anything, no nothing at all
There I am in Kenny Park with no idea of who to mark
It’s hardly doing wonders for self-worth
Should have written something down or lived much closer to the town
But in the end I’m glad it didn’t work
Now i keep a diary so that i know when it’s time to go
Well go i will until the day is done
You can suffer for your art or try to fill the shopping cart
But it’s not ever gonna mean a ton
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9. |
Now That I Am 40
02:23
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Past the half-way marker, evenings getting darker
Now that I am 40 You’ll find me at home
Out of all proportion, here comes more distortion
Cats are leaving presents, Steven’s on the phone
And I’m thinking I won’t feel this way again
The end is the beginning of the end
Subject verb and object, welcome to the project
Grab yourself a coffee, Jim’ll show you round
Time for self reflection, Google form inspections
Now that i am 40, someone take me home
Papa’s got a brand new tote bag full of stationary
From our partners, time to write the will
Past the half-way marker, evenings getting darker
Now that I am 40, time to up my skills
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10. |
Rebel Bishop II
04:59
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Pissing about, Farting around
Hardly a shock that i get nothing done yet again
Potter about, making a mess
Moving the mess from one room to the next, yet again
But no harm, no harm, no harm at all
Do nothing more, lay on the floor
Wait for the postman to knock on my door, yet again
Try to eat well, try to stay fit
Push comes to shove i’ll be in in a bit, yet again
Years going by, one to the next
Not gonna say this is me at my best
Pissing about, farting around
Hardly a shock that i get nothing done
But you know it makes me happy
Oh you know it makes me happy
It’ll always make me happy don’t you know
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So Cow Galway, Ireland
Tuam, Co Galway. It wouldn't let me put in Tuam above. 20 years of this kinda thing.
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