Today is gonna be the day
That theyâre gonna throw it back to you
By now you shouldâve somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I donât believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Christ.
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Thatâs some top drawer trolling in fairness.
An were A a Pat an ye knew it wis true
Or wis A the devil, then whitâs that tae you?
Were it no for the stick that ye haud in yer paw
Aâd show ye a game played in Erin-go-Bragh
An a lump o blackthorn that A held in ma fist
Aroun his big bodie A made it tae twist
An the blude fae his napper A quickly did draw
An paid him stock-an-interest for Erin-go-Bragh
Watching late night television
Half in love with Vivien Leigh
But sheâs so beastly dead now
Isnt she
And the light that glanced off herâs
Enhanced in my direction
By machines that kept her ghost alive
To give me this erection
And outside drunken twelve-year olds
Stand laughing at the fire alarms
Bu oh that she were young again
And held me in her arms
Iâll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
Youâve been the only thing thatâs right
In all Iâve done
The years have made me bitter.
The gargle dims me brain.
Cause Dublin keeps on chaaaaanging and nothing stays the same.
Brosandi
Hendumst Ă hringi
Höldumst à hendur
Allur heimurinn ĂłskĂœr
Nema ĂŸĂș stendur
I went away to see an old friend of mine
His sister came over she was out of her mind
She said Jesus had a twin who knew nothing about sin
She was laughing like crazy at the trouble Iâm in
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Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when Iâm dreaming
I can hear them say
I can tell the meaning of a word like serene.
I got some O grades when I was sixteen.
I can tell the difference 'tween margarine and butter.
I can say âSaskatchewanâ without starting to stutter,
This song had been in my head since I woke his morning. Iâve a few on me now, and raised a small one not long back to him, but I like to think it was there for a reason and the next few lines were for our fallen friend Faldo. I messaged him on New Years, I think he knew it was his last with them. Iâve been re reading it tonight. Life is fleeting lads.
Sleep well my man.
Carry on, my wayward son
Thereâll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Donât you cry no more
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Oddfellows Local 151 behind the firehouse
Where Peewee sits upon the wall to preach
This boy and girl that gather pearls of wisdom
Falling from his mouth
Wash off the blood, Wash off the 151
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I love the way Stipe snarls this line out.
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Freeze,
Donât move
Youâve been chosen as an extra
In the movie adaptation
Of the sequel
To your life.
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
âSo if I can shoot rabbits then I can shoot fascistsâ
Bullets for your brain today
But weâll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
AndâŠ
That in Kiev, they were tearing down statues
Tzarolena, whereâs our world gone
Tzarolena, whereâs our home gone
Mother Russiaâs out there sinking
And the western world is thinking
That weâre better off than what we were
And the Russian ship thatâs lost at sea is listing fast
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The Franks are students of Russian history
Rasputin is another cracker 
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There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution