1. |
Not Dead Yet
02:03
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I used to believe in language
Rythum pitch and tone
Words etched into my bones
My walls were caked
In symbols of chaos
Boyhood hopes
Of a better world
Sun would rise
And fuckin so would I
To meet it's glare undaunted
Undaunted
And now I've moved out of my mother's house
Twenty three
Big boy now
Job in spar
Part time cash flow pair of hands pioneer on the payroll
Formed a band
Hurt my hand
Bag of peas
Help me please
I want to be a young man
Live youth and flaunt it
Instead of being so twisted
Exhausted
Exhausted
I never wanted to become
One of those sad broken punks
Singin about the the old days
When anger was fertile
Moaning
About how living is futile
That's not me
And that's not you
We've got better things to do
I see you lying in that hospital bed
Screaming
CHAMPO!
We're not dead yet.
No
Not dead yet
No
So let's go ....
C. David Clune 2018. All rights reserved.
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2. |
Dads In Their Houses
03:18
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All my friends have dads in their houses
Why don't I?
All my friends have dads in their houses
Why don't I?
Kids at school
All laugh at the homework
Saying they don't care
Yeah
But my mom needs help with the housework
I don't want to stress her
Outside the school on Fridays
The kids all run and jump with their open arms
All my friends have dads in their houses
Why don't I?
All my friends have dads in their houses
Why don't I?
After dinner
When I'm playing my Playstation
I've got no one to play with
And in the night
When I wake up soaking
I've got no one to help me
Outside the school on Fridays
The poppas are always there with their open arms.
All my friends have dads in their houses
Why don't I?
All my friends have dads in their houses
Why don't I?
Outside the school on Fridays
The sunshine turns to gold in open arms.
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3. |
Florence Road
02:34
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Stuck in grey clouds
See the raindrops pound the concrete
And fill this town's overflowing drains
Are we chained to this earth from birth?
Lights low in a lonely room
Real life outside, pounding on the door
You feel this urgency so strong
And from the streets, broken voices say,
"Don't stay for a loser like me."
Baby, we deserve more light than we let in
We deserve more light than we let in
Can you take me away from Florence Road?
'Cause I want to seize the day
But not burn it out or throw it away
I want to lie with you in open fields with an itchy nose
Lately, I've been thinking ...
Maybe, we deserve more light than we let in
We deserve more light than we let in
Can you take me away from Florence Road?
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4. |
Room 11
01:20
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Room 11
Through a tempest of drips
Breathing machines
And clip charts
My hero bares his nerves
Splits the air
And skips his feet
Beneath the cramped compromise
Of nurses,
With pinkie, berrygloss pipes,
And frail men,
Dark,
Rotting,
Yellow,
Standing stupoured on their feet,
Caught between heaven
And hard linoleum.
Close friends,
And confidants,
One of which am I,
Straggle in,
Apologetic,
And remark,
In gest,
The old blob of cancer
In the neighbouring ward
They spied naked,
Alone,
All mollosc and balls,
Screaming for his mother
By the window
Where by day the golfers whack and amble
And by night the pheasant shrieks.
Amidst a bombard of backslaps
Sex talk
And smut,
My hero holds his council.
Cotton proud,
The uncrowned King of Saint Vincent's
Saint Helen's Ward,
End of the hall.
And there we sit,
Now,
In buttonedup blabbery
Til the convo turns to lungcount
Or weightgain
And how to spend one day's duration
In this temporary holding cell,
Room 11
C. David Clune 2018. All rights reserved.
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5. |
Wayward Lad
02:39
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Another lonely night
In Cherrywood
Taking the Luas home
Back to my bedsit room
And the wind is howling
The air is freezing
The night is in a desperate gloom
And I'm just sitting solitary singing to the moon
Another lonely night
Nobody by my side
To myself so unkind
Fighting to feel alive
But there's something happening
Inside of me
I have to live with what I can't control
Got a world of troubles bubbling in my soul
And Springsteen's on the radio
Singin about the Promised Land
And into the dead of night
Goes this wayward lad
Lonely Boy
Lonely Man
You'll look for me
Call for me
Ask the doctors
The teachers
The neighbours
Check the spot
The sea
The places we'd meet
Ring the same number I'd had
Since the summer we met
I'm sorry I didn't tell you
I'm sorry I didn't say
I just won't be there
C. David Clune 2018. All rights reserved.
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6. |
#HappyAlone
02:52
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I don't care if you like me
But I demand your respect
It doesn't bother me if you hate me
I could not care less
I never asked of your opinion
For you to write upon my wall
And I do not remember
The last time you called
So I'm #HappyAlone
So I'm #HappyAlone
I turned on that small black screen
But said, “Ah, I've had enough of this”
A load of people looking for sympathy
And validation they exist
I said, “Be careful, dog, if you run with the pack
You'll have to shake your tail like them
And they'll eat you with the smile of a cannibal
If you disagree with their friends”.
So I'm #HappyAlone
So I'm #HappyAlone
Happy Alone.
I'm dreaming of a love only made for one
I'm dreaming of a love only made for one
I'm dreaming of a love only made for one
My only...
My one one.
But I woke up in a cold sweat
Believing I had lost it all
I opened the curtains
And heard a cold wind call
It said, “Hey you there! Yes, you there!
On the eighteenth floor, in your flat!
You've taken the back door,
And there's no coming back.
No coming...
No coming back.
No coming back.
No coming back.
There's no coming back.
C. David Clune 2018
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7. |
Long Way From Home
02:14
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There once was a man named Rubber Johnny
He lived back in my home town
I used to watch him stumbling sideways
All around the town he'd be staggering around
There once was a man named American Damo
He came from the U S A
He used to ask me for a half pint of G
But all he really wanted was a coffee and a cake
There once was a man named Dan the Busdriver
He told me a tale 'bout getting trapped under a train
I could not see how his story could be true
But the gin on his lips was there to take away his pain
And I'm a long, long way from home
Momma I'm a long, long way from home
There once was a boy named Luke the Little Shithead
He dad was a drunk and his mother a prostitute
He grew up hard and used to walk around swingin
But the world chewed him up and spit him out like shit through a shoot
There once was a girl named Blaithnead Berry
She was just as cute as a cherry on a cake
She ran outta herr screaming piss and vinegar
But we all always know that one day she'd catch a break
And like her I'm a long, long way from home
Like her I'm a long, long way from home
There once was a chimp named Champo Davie
He picked a bad fight in the wrong side of town
It took a long time to get him back on his feet
But he's up now Momma and he won't let you down.
And I'm a long, long way from home
Momma I'm a long, long way from home
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8. |
Hope on Wing St.
02:47
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No one knows where you go
When you go out on your own
And no one knows what you dream
At night
And no one knows who you love
When you love yourself all alone
And no one knows just what you left
Behind
But by the corner of the trees
In the forest
By your house
I'll be waiting in the dark
Til you come creeping out
And if we never meet
Not even once
My friend
I will love your lonely heart all by myself.
No one knows what they took
When you gave all that you had
And no one knows what it takes
To get it back
And no one knows when you saw
Your spirit pulled down into the sea
And no one knows how low
It sank.
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9. |
Beans In Your Pockets
01:17
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You've made it to thirty
Didn't always think you would
And I must admit
That crossed my mind as well
I'm still in my twenties
Holding on by just a year
And I know that you won't hold that
Against me
You've seen the consultant
He's told you the story
And you've half a mind to listen
To what he tells you
I know that consultant
Though not by name or face
He's the one we tried to fool
When we put
Beans in your pockets
For a little bit extra weight
So they'd send you home
And not put you away
You had
Beans in your pockets
For a little bit extra weight
So they'd send you home
And not put you away
C. David Clune 2018. All rights reserved.
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10. |
I2
03:03
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Son
You sure chose the shortest straw
There's no denying it
My boy
Your friends have all long gone
There's a party and you're not at it
And in the morning
I too will be going away
In the morning
I too will be going away
And I won't be back for so long
So long
Now son
You sure can't bide your time
You've got less and less of it
My boy
How I wish that I could trade
But in my heart I doubt if I could really do it
And in the morning
I too will be going away
In the morning
I too will be going away
And I won't be back for so long
So long
Son
I remember when I was young
The future was a golden ring
My boy
Then you and your kin arrived
I'm sorry for the man I've been
C. David Clune 2018. All rights reserved.
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Oh and I need a song
To sing tonight
And it starts
With 4 simple chords
Oh and I need song
'Cus I'm here on my own
And it starts with
These simple words
Oh and I need a song
To protest my soul
From this world
That's got me in it's sights
Oh and I need a song
Like the soldier needs the fight
And it's chorus
Has these simple words
'I'm coming home.'
Oh and I need a song
To sing tonight
And it continues
With 4 simple chords
Oh and I need a song
To keep me company tonight
'Cus I'm not
Always so secure
Oh and I need a song
To protect my soul
From this world
That's locked me in it's jaws
Oh and I need a song
Like the ocean needs the light
And it's chorus
Still has these simple words
'I'm coming home.'
C. David Clune 2018. All rights reserved.
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12. |
For Helen
02:56
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I came out here to obscurity
To find where I come from
I left behind a sea of voices
Friends and former loves
Something's been wrong for a long long time
I can't explain and
I can't ignore
But don't worry Mamma
I'm not hopeless anymore.
Letting go of ties that bind
And weights that drag you to the floor
Is sometimes not so easy
When the pain makes you feel secure
And like the man says
Life sometimes feels
Like a key stuck in a door
But don't worry Mamma
I'm not hopeless anymore.
From building castles made of sand
In Wexford in July
To bringing me to school singing Simply Red
In your old Toyota car
You wanted me to go
Seek my own fortunes
For myself on brighter shores
Well now I'm not rich, Mamma,
But I'm not hopeless anymore
Something came along
And replaced our songs with a dull roar
You looked at me in the living room
Like a body home from war
I was a young man
Full of death and rage
With swellings black and sore
But don't worry Mamma
I'm not hopeless anymore.
C. David Clune 2018. all rights reserved.
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