Lyrics

B-Sides, etc.

01. September It Heaved
02.
Prettiest Dress
03. Cash Crop
04. Léine Chúfhiacaile (Houndstooth Shirt as Gaeilge)

 

September It Heaved

September it heaved and it filled up its chest
And it blew out a breeze that put us to the test
And it sent a wind weaving wondrous and wild
Down these old streets

In September I rambled where the brown leaves had fallen
Where they sow Winter's wheat whilst the Autumn kept crawling
Sending children to school with their magnets and string
Well I wonder who'll be this years conker king?

In September I lost my love to a letter
She wrote it with tears but said that I should forget her
I don't understand what still keeps us apart
So September drank the wine of a broken heart

September it took me to the Blackberry Fair
Where there's trinkets and teacups and wooden reading chairs
And a peddler who tells me there's a strange chill in the air
Still there's nothing you would not find down that Blackberry Fair

No, no, no..

September was magic it was the lesser than rich for it
Cups all the world and it helped tie the stitch
Calling, hold on, hold on.. to thinking time
Calling, hold on, hold on.. to changing time
Calling, hold on, would you hold on it's a hurting time
Calling, hold on, hold on.. it's a learning time

September it whispered "Do you know where you're going?"
'Cause it's time for healing for the healing's just like growing
And the summer it's through and it's time that you were
Walking your own roads now

 

Prettiest Dress

[Lyrics]

 

Cash Crop

[Lyrics]

 

Léine Chúfhiacaile

Braon óil ag an gcathair ar a béal fiáin,
Is abhainn ina gúna gearr ar a cromáin,
Nach mealltach na cailíní le meacara ar a súile,
Tá mé in éad leis an ngaoth thart ar a gceathrúin,
Mar croitheann said is craitheann said ó bhun go barr,
Nil aon teora leis na torthaí crochta sa gharrán.

Is oíche Aoine í, seo liom amach,
Go bhfeice me lucht sráide ag damhsa go tormánach,
Bhí an tseachtain dian, ach tá sí curtha díom,
Is tá na flaithis agus párthas na gréine i bhfad fós uaim,
Bímís ag spraoi is ag sméideadh súl,
Is tá patrún deas cúfhiacail’ ar mo léine nua.

Ta sceitimíní ar mo chroí, tá beagán airgid sa bhanc,
Caithim uaimse an drochphost a chuireann fonn orm súil ar phlanc.
Nuair a bhímse ar an dtéad ard ar mo bharraicíní,
Oíche Aoine í an spréach a thugann dom mo splanc thintrí.
Táim faoi draíocht ag an smidiú agus an cumhrán,
Ní éirím tuirseach de na pictiúir sa radharclann.

Is oíche Aoine í, seo liom amach,
Go bhfeice mé lucht sráide ag damhsa go tormánach,
Bhí an tseachtain dian, ach tá sí curtha díom,
Is tá na flaithis agus párthas na gréine i bhfad fós uaim,
Bímís ag spraoi is ag sméideadh súl,
Is tá patrún deas cúfhiacail’ ar mo léine nua.

Táim báite sa bhéadán is sa tic tac toe,
Cá bhfuilimid ag dul anois, sin í an cheist is mó,
An ghealach ar an gcathair: radharc aoibhinn mín,
Torann sáilí ard ar chosán: suaintrí veidhlín,
Tabhair amach go dtí an club mé, áit nach féidir leo damhsa,
An cailín loinnirshúileach bhuel is ise mo chéad rogha,
Ag válsáil agus callán mar mo thionlacan,
Sea seinnfidh said sinne nuair is linne a bheidh an lá
Sea seinnfidh said sinne nuair is linne a bheidh an lá.

Is oíche Aoine í, seo liom amach,
Go bhfeice mé lucht sráide ag damhsa go tormánach,
Bhí an tseachtain dian, ach tá sí curtha díom,
Is tá na flaithis agus párthas na gréine i bhfad fós uaim,
Bímís ag spraoi is ag sméideadh súl,
Is tá patrún deas cúfhiacail’ ar mo léine nua.