Lyrics

B-Sides, etc.

01. Bladhm (Flame)
02. Woman Like A Man
03. Music For Mopeds
04. U In The Stars
05. Ten Paces
06. Still Selling Shoes
07. Butterflies
08. Monkey '61
09. Rockridge (aka Breastfed)
10. Imelda Marcos (Cinderella Marcos)
11. Boy Loves Girl
12. Here She Comes
13. Last Time Round
14. Real Palm Trees
15. Nobody Moves Me

Covers

*. A Perfect Day Elise [PJ Harvey]
*. Another Girl Another Planet [The Only Ones]
*. Atlantic City [Bruce Springsteen]
*. Black Betty [Ram Jam]
*. Boys Of The Summer [Don Henley]
*. Dancing In The Moonlight [Thin Lizzy]
*. Do You Realise [The Flaming Lips]
*. Good Fortune [PJ Harvey]
*. Going Back [Carole King]
*. Enjoy The Silence [Depeche Mode]
*. Hallelujah [Leonard Cohen]
*. Hey Ya [Outkast]
*. Little Donkey [Eric Boswell]
*. Love Hurts [B. Bryant]
*. Heartlands [U2]
*. Heaven [Talking Heads]
*. Hey Ya! [Outkast]
*. I Don't Want To Know [Mario Winans]
*. I Fought The Law [The Clash]
*. Like I Love You [Justin Timberlake]
*. Milkshake [Kelis]
*. Monkey Gone To Heaven [Pixies]
*.
No Retreat, No Surrender [Bruce Springsteen]
*. Ring Of Fire [Johnny Cash]
*. Short People [Randy Newman]
*. The Heart Of Saturday Night [Tom Waits]
*. The Long And Winding Road [The Beatles]
*. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out [The Smiths] (Leeds 2006)

 

Bladhm (Flame)

Nuair a bhuail tú ar thaobh liom, chaill mé mo ghreim,
Is ní bhinnse tógtha leis seo, easpa taithí i bhfeidhm
B'fhéidir go bhfuilim ag eirí, beagáinín sean
Ach ag breathnú ar do chruth, ag breathnú chomh teann,
Á tharraingt, á tharraingt chuig do bhladhm

Táim ag iarraidh a bheith taobh leat, i do sholas úrnua
Is suí cois tine, ar oíche fhuar dhubh
Taobh do bhladhm

Táim ag iarraidh a bheith taobh leat, i do sholas úrnua
Is suí cois tine, ar oíche fhuar dhubh

Leátar do cholainn liom ar nós na Comaoineach
Ach níor lig tú do Chríost do chloigeann a líonadh
Tá cuimhne an ghrá seo ag crochadh i mo chroí,
Ach labharfainn níos mó faoi, dá dtuigfinn an bhrí
Ach labharfainn níos mó faoi, dá dtuigfinn an bhrí
Faigh réidh leis an scáth seo, dod bhrú 'nois ag
cromadh Faoi na craobhacha, tar éis báisteach throm
Ar do bhladhm
Faigh réidh leis an scáth seo, dod bhrú 'nois ag
cromadh Faoi na craobhacha, tar éis báisteach throm
Ar do bhladhm

Táim ag iarraidh a bheith taobh leat, i do sholas úrnua
Is suí cois tine, ar oíche fhuar dhubh
Taobh do bhladhm

Táim ag iarraidh a bheith taobh leat, i do sholas úrnua
Is suí cois tine, ar oíche fhuar dhubh

Scaoil tú do bhladhm, istigh i spás mo chroí
Scaoil tú do bhladhm, ag lasadh chuile ní
Is tá do bhladhm, líonadh ballaí lena scáth, líonadh
ballaí lena scáth

Faigh réidh leis an scáth seo, dod bhrú 'nois ag
cromadh
Faoi na craobhacha, tar éis báisteach throm
Ar do bhladhm
Faigh réidh leis an scáth seo, dod bhrú 'nois ag
cromadh
Faoi na craobhacha, tar éis báisteach throm
Ar do bhladhm
Faigh réidh leis an scáth seo, dod bhrú 'nois ag
cromadh
Faoi na craobhacha, tar éis báisteach throm
Ar do bhladhm
Faigh réidh leis an scáth seo, dod bhrú 'nois ag
cromadh
Faoi na craobhacha, tar éis báisteach throm
Ar do bhladhm

Táim ag iarraidh a bheith taobh leat, i do sholas úrnua
Is suí cois tine, ar oíche fhuar dhubh

Táim ag iarraidh a bheith taobh leat, i do sholas úrnua
Is suí cois tine, ar oíche fhuar dhubh

Táim ag iarraidh a bheith taobh leat, i do sholas úrnua
Is suí cois tine, ar oíche fhuar dhubh

Táim ag iarraidh a bheith taobh leat, i do sholas úrnua
Is suí cois tine, ar oíche fhuar dhubh

 

Woman Like A Man

I need a piss, wanna hate
Look it up, girl

My love, eat your meat
Keep your teeth, burn

You lost me, you cost me
You thought me of me, yeah

We're bad, what we do

You wanna get boned, you wanna get stoned
You wanna get a room like no-one else
You wanna be rich, you wanna be kitsch
You wanna be the bastard of yourself
You wanna get burned, you wanna get turned
You wanna get dragged inside out
You wanna be ruled, you wanna be fooled
You wanna be a woman like a man
Like a woman like a man

(I'll get a cheaper ticket next time)
Woman like a man, like a man
(I'll get a cheaper ticket next time)
Like a woman like a man, woman like a man

I need a piss, want to wait
Suck it up, cum

My love, eat your meat
Itchy feet, run

You reach me, you bleach me
You teach me of me, how familiar

We're bad, what we do

You wanna get boned, you wanna get stoned
You wanna get a room like no-one else
You wanna be rich, you wanna be kitsch
You wanna be the bastard of yourself
You wanna get burned, you wanna get turned
You wanna get dragged inside out
You wanna be ruled, yeah you wanna be fooled
You wanna be a woman like a man
Like a woman like a man

(I'll get a cheaper ticket next time)
Woman like a man, like a woman like a man
(I'll get a cheaper ticket next time)
Like a woman, like a woman
(It really wasn't worth the ride)
Woman like a man, like a woman like a man

(Like a woman like a man)

(I'll get a cheaper ticket next time)
Like a woman, like a woman
(I'll get a cheaper ticket next time)
Woman like a man, like a woman like a man
(I'll get a cheaper ticket next time)
Like a woman, like a woman
(It really wasn't worth the ride)
Woman like a man, like a woman like a man

 

Music For Mopeds

Can't deny this feels good
Sugar fountain to the sky
I'm on top of a sweetness
I'm in need I do not know

Up here breezes blow so blue
A kisses breath calmly soothes
For brief moments I can fly
I'm in need I did not know
To be wary of the snow
Now I lie in temple quakes
I'm sealed inside with my fate

In my joy exploring plains
Hills and dip ships remains
Fall upon a sweet scent
I'm in need I did not know

Floating astronaut drop by
Confusing views in his sky
Shooting stars from my smile
I'm in need I did not know
To be wary of the snow
Now I lie in temple quakes
I'm sealed inside with my face
Realisation hits the mind/demise
Senses snap behind my eyes
Follow too far with the flow
I'm in need I did not know

 

U In The Stars

My love is broken, I know it used to work
Or maybe I was foolin' you, the boy who cried love
My love is broken, it was nice to hold
I slipped through my fingers, consider it sold

With wine shall I fix it dear love, dear love
With wine and whiskey my love

My love is stolen, I've been kidnapped
They've stolen my instinct, left my senses intact
My love is frozen, it's the new ice age
I can still smell the sunlight when I see your face

With wine shall I fix it dear love, dear love
With wine and whiskey my love

With what shall I mend it dear love
With time and truth and tears

My love is frozen, it's the new ice age
I can still smell the sunlight when I see your face
My love is burning, I can see the sparks
I hope they fly high and find you in the stars
I'll find you in the stars

I'll find you in the stars, I'll find you in the stars
I'll find you in the stars, I'll find you in the stars

With wine shall I mend my love, my love

 

Ten Paces

There goes the sheriff with his crooked star
This is the new Roman Empire
He's the new Caesar
He sinks his spurs into the arse of America
And he'll ride, and he'll ride

Let the meek inherit the earth
Let the meek inherit the earth
Let 'em come right into town
Sinking heaven and raising hell from ten paces

Come on now face me, I'm at ten paces
Turn around and face me

There goes the sheriff with his crooked star
He chews tobacco leaf now
And spit it right in your eye
But I'm armed to my teeth
I'm ready for their tumble weed
When the saloon door swings
I'll be armed with ham and mandarins

Let the meek inherit the earth
Let the meek inherit the earth
Let 'em come right into town
Sinking heaven and raising hell from ten paces

Come on now face me, I'm at ten paces
Turn around and face me

We are the meek, now give us the earth
We are the meek, now give us the earth

 

Still Selling Shoes

We are at a crossroads
Trees bow to the winds of change
But where is all the dancing
Where is all the dancing?
Where are the comely maidens?
With their hair wraps and braiding

Here we are at a crossroads
And where do we go from here?

Boozy charm will only get you so far
That's a card played by the underdog
With a lamp went cold to our rub
We turned to nurse the tiger cub

Back when Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still selling shoes..

Now I hear the echo of a thousand hollow welcomes
Surely we can manage a sound one, a sound one
We've long closed Billy's barn doors
'Cos it doesn't rhyme with where the gang goes
Have we forgotten what it's like to go 'cos we did not have
We'd say it loud and with one voice
We didn't really have a choice
But to tear ourselves from this land
And go colonise by sleeping bag

Trojan nag

Back when Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still selling shoes..
When Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still selling shoes..

Still selling shoes, still selling shoes, still selling shoes
When Rory played the blues
And Ronan was still selling shoes
 

"That Ireland we dreamed of would be joyous...
 With the laughter of comely maidens dancing at the crossroads."

 — Éamon de Valera

 

Butterflies

There's a dutchie on my left hand side
This one's going nowhere, this one's a keeper
Maybe this should have been left unsaid
But there's a welling of fear and fire
Oh man, you should've seen her

Now I know (good line) staring out the windows of planes and trains
Breathing contented sighs
These caterpillar's have slept here a long, long time
I feel them stirring, becoming butterflies

As Samson said to Delilah
'I think I might kinda like you' she said
'You're going to have to lose the mullet,
You look like Ruud Hullit'

Samson said to Delilah 'I think I might kinda like you'
She broke into a smile, she stole all the sunshine

All these butterflies

Passing through the low door of love
Now I must stoop, lest I lose my head
I pour over every colour and shape
Every look you threw and everything you said
I look at you now and see a distant constellation
Of maybes arranged, ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

And there's a yawning, a stretching of brand new wings
They're stirring, becoming butterflies

Samson said to Delilah
'I think I might kinda like you' she said
'You just stand aside, I'll hold back this doubt of mine'

Samson said to Delilah 'I think I might kinda like you'
She broke into a smile, she stole all the sunshine

All these butterflies

 

[Lyrics]

 

Monkey '61

They had the righteous stuff
They were really quite daring
In their magnificent flying machines
They were the chosen few
They loved God and the flag
They had hair-cuts you could set your watch by

All hail to Monkey '61, all hail to Monkey '61

He was the first one in space
Just like Henry The Cat
Was the first to wear Chanel No.5
They taught two-two song
They taught him right from wrong
With their sweet nuzzles and electric shocks

So all hail to Monkey '61, all hail to Monkey '61
Where was his ticker tape parade? For Monkey '61
Where was his lunch with Jackie O?

Oh, oh, oh

All hail to Monkey '61
A monkey's gonna make the first flight
Lunch with Jackie O
A monkey's gonna make the first flight

A monkey's gonna make the first flight, oh boy!

 

The Right Stuff

 

Rockridge (aka Breastfed)

You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're ever-changing, I stay the same
You give good sermon, I say bad grace
My food for the soul, it leaves a bad taste

You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
Never lift my head up, no story to tell
You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
Never lift my head up, no story to tell

I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
But I'm not so clear, these potions and creams
I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams

You've got convictions, I've got fenced art
I'm nowhere near the cliff, but I can see the drop
I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire
I see your watermark when I hold you to the light

You're so pretty and I'm so lame
Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say
Well now what does that mean
If you can be God then I can be clean

I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
But I'm not so clear, these potions and creams
I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams

What if I breathe, see what I see..

You're so pretty and I'm so plain
You score in extra-time, I've seen better days
You dust off your canvas, throw off your riot gear
Don't need no tear gas, 'cos these are for real

Feel what I feel, see what I see
What if I bleed, see what I..

 

Imelda Marcos (Cinderella Marcos)

[Lyrics]

 

Boy Loves Girl

[Lyrics]

 

Here She Comes

Shylock came for his pound
He's got his own scales and everything
Where is Portia now, the phone is diverting

Shylock came for his pound
The look on his face as she enters stage-left
She sings him a song on the quality of mercy

Here she comes, taking off those glasses
Shaking that hair down, yeah here she comes
In slow-motion, she's in slow-motion

Now she's buying me time
But just a stay of execution
'Til the next drive-by when I fall like fallen lace

But look now here she comes
Taking off those glasses
Shaking that hair down, in slow-motion
She's in slow-motion, yeah here she comes
Taking off those glasses
How she's shaking that hair down
Look now here she comes in slow-motion
She's in slow-motion

And how can I ever repay her
How can I ever repay her

 

Last Time Round

[Lyrics]

 

Real Palm Trees

The stars are all upside down
Everything's the wrong way 'round
Orion is standing on his head
He's got a lot more studs in his belt

Season's have got the wrong name
I got sunburn in February
They got a lot more humour than us
They got a shoe shop called Athlete's Foot

These real palm trees and my sunburned knees
These real palm trees help my head breathe

Now my moral must be cooked by salt tears
I've washed up, nursed and killed up here
Like Moses in a basket of thorns
But you waded in and helped me walk

Oh these real palm trees and my sunburned knees
Yeah those real palm trees help my head breathe
Real palm trees, real palm trees

The stars are all upside down
But I swear I've seen that one before
But it's not what brought me here
I'm not looking for a Bethlehem

Just these real palm trees and my sunburned knees
Yeah those real palm trees help my head breathe

 

Nobody Moves Me

Am I the moth that keeps falling for your light bulb?
Am I the headland that keeps falling for your seed??
Am I the iceberg, are you that global warming?
Am I Israel, and are you the West Bank?
Should I get the f**k out?

Am I the object in the rear view mirror?
Am I a lot closer than I appear?

I'll be your co-driver, I'll be your go-faster stripes
In every flick of your hair my soul delights

Do I make your happy, I know I make you laugh
And though they're all the same family I know it isn't enough

Nobody moves me, nobody moves me
Nobody moves me like you do

Now if there's a Moses up there
Won't he please come down
For I fear I'm the Israelites
And you're a golden cow
Am I the doggy in the window
Am I a metaphor to far
I just don't know how to be with you
Now that I'm without

Do I make your happy, I know I make you laugh
And though they're all the same family I know it isn't enough

Nobody moves me, nobody moves me
Nobody moves like you move me