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My Sense of Wonder
05:00
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My sense of wonder is under attack again
I’ll fight for my, should my sense of wonder die
Should my sense of wonder die
No more roses on the stereo
No more waiting for the knives to glow
No more singing down those stairs
No more psychedelic beers
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Swipe Card Valley
04:22
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The mines today, are lit by screens
That strain our eyes, our wrists and our dreams
Well I’m swiping in, just to let them know
I’m fully booted, I’m ready to go
I don’t know if I’m above or below the line
All I know is I’m here
And there’s a world outside
I’m dressing up on dress down Friday
They’ve got rules, this one’s for me
While the people in the valley wear their casuality
Dressing up on dress down Friday
It’s the only thing to do
To keep my head above the waves upon this rolling sea
At the end of the day, we’ve got to drill down
Got to synchronise and leverage this town
The bottom line is, we’ve got to let you go
We’re moving forward, you’re ready to go
That was supposed to be, the moment when I lost it all
But I turned and I ran, and I ran to my friends
And we ran, and we ran, to the top of the hill
And we sang, and we sang, and we sang
I’m dressing up on dress down Friday
They’ve got rules, this one’s for me
While the people in the valley wear their casuality
Dressing up on dress down Friday
It’s the only thing to do
To keep my head above the waves upon this rolling sea
Of paper, cuts and coffee cups
And all that’s in between
The ETA on everything is now ASAP
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I shouldn’t be here, I should be there with you
I shouldn’t be here, I should be there with you
When you don’t have your people
When you don’t have your people
Time’s slipping on, pretending that you’re still strong
Time’s slipping on, pretending that you’re still strong
When you don’t have your people
When you don’t have your people
I miss the valley 9010
I miss the sea 9012
I miss my family
And all the little bits between
All the little bits between
When I think of home
It’s something that you run from
When I think of home
It’s something that you run from
So we go it alone, for something to call our own
We go it alone, for something as cold as stone
But we don’t have our people
No we don’t have our people
I miss the stillness
I miss the breeze
I miss my family
And all the little bits between
All the little bits between
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4. |
Breaking Branches
04:07
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We fought our way across Europe in the fall
Took the bus through the rain to Galway
Hit the small time, at the street sign to Rockbottom Road
Both of us were wrong, and both of us were right
All of us are wrong, and all of us are right
Unravelling’s easy ‘cos you don’t even see
I’ve been breaking branches
We’ve been taking chances with our love
We found our way back but damage had been done
We know the softest parts to stick the knife into
But I believe in me and you
We’ll find a way out of Rockbottom Road
Both of us were wrong, and both of us were right
All of us are wrong, and all of us are right
Unravelling’s easy ‘cos you don’t even see
I’ve been breaking branches
We’ve been taking chances with our love
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Drinking by the riverside
Tales from the crypt and of the sea
Jennie's lost her wallet
Fidge has lost his head again
But that's ok that's how it's meant to be
Here's to the Laytown boys
Here's to the Laytown girls
Here's to all the things I didn't know
When I sat at your table, all the rest could go to hell
May your river always
May your river always flow
Burn piano burn
The sun is nearly up again
A, B, C and D and now an E
Jennie's lost her wallet
Fidge has lost his head again
But that's ok that's how it's meant to be
Here's to the Laytown boys
Here's to the Laytown girls
Here's to all the things I didn't know
When I sat at your table, all the rest could go to hell
May your river always
May your river always flow
May your river always
May your river always flow
Conall knows the chords, we’ll meet again
I don’t know where, I don’t know when
Here's to the Laytown boys
Here's to the Laytown girls
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6. |
Somebody, Please
04:56
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Priest at the altar, and his hand held high
Two fingers pointed to heaven and two straight to hell
Oh oh oh won’t somebody, please take me home
I want to settle and I want to rest
I just want to know I’ve done my best
Oh won’t somebody, please take me home
Put on a record ‘cos I want to cry
I’ve been looking for a summer for two years straight
Oh won’t somebody, please take me home
Pour me a real one ‘cos I’ve got a thirst
I’ve been drinking all night since The Devil reformed
Oh won’t somebody, please take me home
I want to settle and I want to rest
I just want to know I’ve done my best
Oh won’t somebody, please take me home
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I’m a one man strike in a one bar town
Have to make my calls from higher ground
Guess I’ll just keep calling until my signal’s found
I’m a one man strike in a one bar town
I’ve struggled with the struggle but it’s true
What could be the winning side don’t have a clue
The inherent contradiction between labour and capital
Never sleeps so how can I nap at all?
I’m a one man strike in a one bar town
We’re living through the revolution of the wolves
All I see is different shades of blue
We’re living through the revolution of the wolves
What else is a poor boy supposed to do?
AAhhooooh
We’re living through the revolution of the wolves
All I see is different shades of blue
We’re living through the revolution of the wolves
What else is a poor girl supposed to do?
AAhhooooh
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8. |
More Than Most
01:07
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9. |
I'm Not Dead
04:50
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The bats fly over our house just as it gets dark
They’re trying to find that slip stream to the nearby darkened park
We don’t own this crooked house
We don’t own a car
Just paid the last instalment on that album in red
But we own these guitars
I’m not getting down about these crows around my head
I’m just getting older and it means that I’m not dead
I’m older than my father
Older than my big sister too
I want to get older, I want to get old with you
I never thought that I would make it to thirty
I never thought that I would make it at all
I never thought that I would make it to forty
I never thought that I would make it at all
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10. |
Twenty and Ten
04:42
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In the year of our Lord Twenty and Ten
We packed up our bags and left the New Land
Wine Cellar friends saw us off with a song
"And make sure you write when you can,
And don't stay away for too long"
So we travelled north and we followed the rain
We came to the green, the Wilde land again
Ten years had passed, but none was the same
Money and greed shook this land
Money and greed took this land
Money and greed took this land
In the Year of our Lord Twenty and Ten
The empty estates lay in waiting and ruin
The young people ask "what would we stay here for?
Our future's been all sold away
The New Land is calling my name"
The New Land is calling my name
The dole queues are long, the credit is high
The talk in the street's all the same by and by
The old people say, as the flocks fly away
"The flight is so long, I don't know
If I'll see the grandchildren again"
See the grandchildren again
In the Year of our Lord Twenty and Ten
Money has done what could not be by men
And everyone asks, “what did you come here for?”
And I say, “I remembered a time
This was home and I felt I belonged”
This was home and I felt I belonged
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Cry
04:18
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Don’t shut me out ‘cos my head is clear
I’ll be here for you
Don’t shut me out ‘cos my hand is here
Baby, run to me
All these days and nights
All these wrongs and all these rights
You keep them all behind your wall
Shadowed tears you cry
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12. |
Melody in H
04:49
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Well the photograph tells a tale
Of a life lived in love and laughs
An open book and a toasted glass
By the fireside, late at night
We’d talk and solve it all and more
Picture seals on the Tora shore
And when we got old and should have known better
We were going to start smoking again together
Well you said there should have been a song
That we all knew and we’d all sing along
But I’ve written too many sad songs
I never wanted to write you one
And I don’t even know just what to say
Day is night
There’s no words, there’s no rhyme
Just notes in four four time
Just a melody for you
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