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Dark Hill
Handle Me
Reporter
Stanley's Minutes
God's Reverb
Galway Bay
Dive The Deepest
The Artist
Aeroplanes
Desert Boots
Senior Romantics





Dark Hill


Racing down this dark hill
It's a road I've never travelled
It bends, twists and turns
Like some mystery being unravelled
My ears are numb, my lungs are full
I'm tampering with gravity's pull
Like a fallin' star never to be returned
Upset by, what I just learned
About bridges, and how they don't burn

Racing down this dark hill
And the road is so deceiving
Like a roller coaster ride
Not knowing where it's leading
Hand's outstretched I draw my breath
I curse the world to forget
And I curse the day that we ever met
Regretting the damage we've done
And all because, a bridge won't turn

Chorus
Gravity pulls but it's your arms I feel
Holdin' me back, racing down this dark hill
The wind's in my ears but it's your voice I hear
Callin' me, callin' me, so crystal clear

Racin' down this dark hill
And the road gets so uneven
I'm trying to lose my way
And I'm doin' it for a reason
I had prayed I had hoped
After all these years, I could cope
After all these years, we are still confused

Upset by, the damage we've done
Haunted by, a bridge that won't burn it wouldn't turn

Still confused
Hands outstretched I draw my breath
I curse the world to forget
And I curse the day that we ever met

Chorus 2
Gravity pulls but it's your arms I feel
Holdin' me back, racin' down this dark hill
The wind's in my, ears but I still hear your voice
Callin' me, callin' me, racing down this dark hill




Handle Me


Somedays I wake with a hole in my head
Suffering from shell shock, shrapnel in the bed
There's terror on my face when you pull me so near
I wrap my arms around you like a baby full at fear
Had a vision of the future which suddenly disappeared
You got to handle me, handle me

When you've seen days, I'm high as a kite
A soaring eagle in majestical flight
There's joy on my face when you pull me so near
I wrap my arms around you, I'm living without a care
But when I descend from flying up there
You got to


Handle me, handle me, handle me

When I won't let you see deep in my eyes
A man that is failing, a man that's disguised
His anger, jealousy, resentment and lies
Be careful how you handle me, handle me

And if you see me standing before you
Staring into thin air, try to ignore it
There's terror on my face as I push you away
I want my arms around you but I just can't explain
When that vision of the future is suddenly blown away
You got to handle me, you got to handle me
Handle me
'Cause somedays I wake with a hole in my head
Suffering from shellshock, shrapnel in the bed




Reporter


I see a necklace, a burning tyre
It's round a man and he's on fire
A necklace, to incinerate
Oh Jesus, My Lord I'm askin'
Where art Thou?

I see Korum, a biblical dawn
It's In the lens and the record is on
Oh Jesus, Oh My Lord, Oh where?
Where is my Lord ?

Chorus
I'm asking, not doubting

Reporting
I'm not being biased
A running man with a shopping bag

They shoot his legs back to get the food back
Get the food back
I'm askin' my Lord
Where art Thou?
I smell the necklace, the burning tyre

It burns on my mind, now I'm on fire
Oh Jesus, Oh where
Where is my Lord?
Repeat Chorus




Stanley's Minutes


Last seen on the steps of the Procathedral
Pondering on his life his doings and his evil
When remorse sets in, that guilty sin
And all those sinister religious things
Stanley
It's raining on the steps of the Procathedral
They're locking the gates throwing out the evil
Chorus
Undesirables, incurables
The sinners losers unlovable boozers
Chorus I
And if by chance you find me legless on the floor
Stanley died, a down and out in the Ivy Hostel
Stanley died, a Guinness bottle either side either site
Dark clouds overhead of the Procathedral
And nightime coming down, down on the evil
You reason, don't reason to me
Unreliables, unsuitables
The sinners, losers unlovable boozers

Chorus 2
Stanley died, a down and out in the Ivy Hostel
Repeat chorus
Stanley died a Guinness bottle either side
Stanley Thanks died, intelligent man but drunken pride
Thanks be to God it wasn't suicide
There's no ouch thing as suicide
When you're handed life on a silver platter
There's two ways you can go on the social ladder
And if you can't find love or happiness on it
Then take a page from Stanley's minutes
Take a page from Stanley s minutes
Repeat Chorus 2



God's Reverb


Verse One
My dearest, I've been flying with a bomb
Running out of fuel and it won't be long
Before I land, what will you do, what have you planned ?
A secret has eaten it's way to the tip of my tongue
What I got to say isn't meant to, it's not meant
to hurt anyone


Chorus
So if by chance you find me, kneeling on the stairs
Fixed to the Sacred Heart, listening to God's reverb
And if by chance you find me, legless on the floor
Just means my world is spinning and you're not in it
Not anymore

Repeat verse one

You reason, don't reason to me
I've known all along what I wanted to be
But believe me I was naive and you were deceived

My dearest and nearest yet the furthest from the truth
My dearest and nearest yet the furthest
from the truth, truth

Yes I am angry, Yes I'm scared
There's no one in charge, I've not been prepared
For this life, this Limbo where we stroll

My dearest and nearest, yet the furthest from the truth
My dearest and nearest, yet the furthest from the truth




Galway Bay


It's Galway Bay, St. Patrick's day
And the sky's a dirty grey
Then my window screens a rainbow
And the rainbow sings to me

My storm is gone and I know at last
Now what's it going be

It's Galway Bay, St. Patrick's aay
The reality's here to stay
So I'm walking towards the seashore
But the sea chore gets further away

My storm is gone and I know at last
Now what's it going be
My storm is, gone and I know at last
Now what's it going be

Chorus
Who'd take the soul Of a twenty-three year old
That was left to the Atlantic Ocean
And what would it do to the ones who've loved you
Who have lived for your life with of devotion
Your soul would sink down with ships from the past

Buried in the silt or clinging to it's mast
Would you lie in peace, would you lie content
Leaving this world, not knowing what you meant
It's Galway Bay, St. Patrick's day
And the sky kisses the sea
I am looking for the rainbow
'Cos it meant so much to me

Repeat chorus

It's Galway Bay St. Patrick's day
And reality's far away
I m looking at my rainbow
'Cos it's stretched across the bay




Dive The Deepest


Last thing I wanted was someone like you
To walk into my life with your attitude
All I needed was a shoulder to lean on
Net for someone to enter my war zone

Just wanted to pass by you
But your arms opened wide
I came to you like a boat to a waterfall
Totally capsized,
When you dived, you dived the deepest

I'm as vulnerable as you
In other peoples war zones
From the selfish things they'll do
To survive

Chorus
Emerald eyes, lend me your sight
So that I can see through their weakness
Emerald eyes, lend me a hand
So that I'll be strong not defeatist
Emerald eyes, when it's time
Both of us will rise from the deepest
Emerald eyes, it won't be long
'till we reach it

Repeat verses 2 and 3

Repeat Chorus




The Artist


I am nocturnal, the philosopher
I've reached the level, that I deserve
I've reached the level, where I work best
I am the artist, I am depressed
I have switched off and all I want is
To kiss the roof of Heaven
Kiss the roof of Heaven
Just to confirm that this is Hell

Chorus I
But society needs a man
And the man needs desires
Society breeds ambition
So that man can acquire

I've found my level
I am the artist
I have switched off
And all I want is
To kiss the roof of Heaven
Kiss the roof of Heaven
Just to confirm that this is Hell

Chorus II
But society needs a man
And the man needs success
Society needs a man
One that doesn't depress
Society don't need nervoes
Society don't need gooks
It doesn't need articulation
Nor the truth, nor the truth

I've found my level
I am the artist
I just need the darkness
For observation, It's my obsession
To kiss the roof of Heaven
Kiss the roof of Heaven
Just to confirm that I exist

Repeat Chorus II




Aeroplanes


An Irish boy of seventeen
Made a promise to an English King
To fly his planes to foreign lands
And drop his bombs at his command

Chorus
And he's overseas flying an aeroplane, an aeroplane
And he's overland flying an aeroplane, an aeroplane

An Irish boy of seventeen
Would risk his life for the flying machine
Machine

Repeat Chorus

An Irish Boy
An English King




Desert Boots


Desert Boots and duffle coats
We hid our beer in cans of coke
We'd drink them on a football pitch
And dance around like lunatics

Two grown ups who knew it all
An Action Man and a Cindy Doll
And every word we said that was true
I must have been in love with you

The Dandelion in the afternoon
St. Anne's Park to stare at the moon
We'd lie on the grass, soaked right through
I must have been in love with you

Doin' all the things we shouldn't do
I must have been in love with you

The Burrow beach on a winter's day
I told you I was goin' away
An' leaving you I hadn't planned
But I really thought you'd understand
The Burrow beach on a winter's day
I told you I was goin' away
To be a star in a famous band
Eight years on in the Hinterland

And all the things I'd said I'd do
I must have been in love with you

Desert boots and duffle coats
Two grown ups who knew it all
Let's hear it for, the Action Man and the Cindy Doll
Who never lost their love at all




Senior Romantics


In retrospect what they know now
They were bound and gagged by a marriage vow
They thought junior romantics playing a love game
Meant junior romantics staying the same, staying the same

But they're all caught up in self defence
Bound and gagged by common sense
Fearful of the consequence
Of a loving experience

Chorus
He's a naked man, caught in her hailstone rain
She's a travel sick guard, caught on his runaway train

They wear it well those pitiful looks
Those mayday eyes and the grappling hooks
And everytime he reads her like a book
She's counting the exits, the exits
He maintains he's done his best
But what she sees she's not impressed
It's that ever growing lack of interest
She's counting the exits, the exits

Chorus
He's a naked man, caught in her hailstone rain
She's a travel sick guard, caught on his runaway train
He's a fighter pilot, up against a hurricane
When the senior romantics play the love game

But they're all caught up in self defence
Bound and gagged by common sense
Fearful of the consequence
Of a loving experience

Repeat Chorus