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Sometimes working it out
Is the only thing that doesn’t work in this big bad world
You’re damned if you fall
And you’re damned if you feel nothing at all
And it’s sad you didn’t get to do
all the things that you wanted to
But I got unpaid wages
Unturned pages
Knockin’ at my front door
And I’m just tired of your excuses
And your rudeness
At the dinner table
And they say
That absence makes the heart grow fonder
And it takes you to places
Common sense wouldn’t tempt to wander
But as the distance grew longer
And the pain got stronger
We had to say our goodbyes
But I got unpaid wages
Unturned pages
Knockin’ at my front door
And I'm just tired of your excuses
And your rudeness
At the dinner table
And I felt used
On the curb battered and bruised
Pick my battles before I could even choose
Ready to fight on the front of broken promises
The jury’s out and you're guilty no doubt
But I got unpaid wages
Unturned pages
Knocking at my front door
And I’m just tired of your excuses
And your rudeness
At the dinner tables
I sure do miss your excuses
And your rudeness
At the dinner table
© Louise Sharkey 2021
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I would have died for you like a soldier for his flag
I would have cried for you like a widow for her man
I would have
I would have
But never again
Will I drain my blood over a scrape on your knee and
Never again
Will I pull out my hair as a last ditch plea but
I think my heart has moulded to fit the shape of your hands
Oh man
Never again
I could have lied to you but I followed your plan
I wish I'd flown from you but you'd catch me if I ran
You would have
You would have
But never again
Will I drain my blood over a scrape on your knee and
Never again
Will I pull out my hair as a last ditch plea but
I think
My heart has moulded to fit the shape of your hands
Oh man
Never again
© Daire Heffernan, Karl Davis, Rory McHugh 2021
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Tear-stained model
Powder in her nose
The highlight of her night
Is when the curtains close
Heartbeat slowing
Heartbeat slowing
Heartbeat slowing
Heartbeat slowing
Down
She hates the character
Made by raconteurs
of the All-American dream girl
Tear-stained model
Powder in her nose
The highlight of her night
Is when the curtains close
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Teach me how to keep a hold on you
I’m scared to loose my grip
Tell me not to listen to these ghosts
They whisper in my ears
I’m in trouble
With myself again
They called me out
All the secrets that they pull from me
This noise I cannot go without
Show me how to see with clarity
My mind set straight
But when I learn will I always choose to run
Or stay away with you
I’m in trouble
With myself again
They called me out
Till it take us
It’s fear and lies
Pull me back to us
I want you to
Show me how to see with clarity
My mind set straight
Oh when I learn will I always choose to turn
And look back at you
I’m in trouble
With myself again
They called me out
All the secrets that they pull from me
This noise I cannot go without
Show me how to see with clarity
My mind set straight
Oh when I learn will I always choose to run
And stay away with you
Show me how to see with clarity
My mind set straight
Oh when I learn will I always choose to run
And stay away with you
I’m in trouble
With myself again
They called me out
I’m in trouble
With myself again
They called me out
I’m in trouble
With myself again
They called me out
© Kara Doyle 2021
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Need to be medicated
Gotta get my head straight
I just don't think you get it
Might be too late
Where did my marbles go?
Tell Alice I said hello
I fell down the rabbit hole
Think that I've been here before
I'm hearing voices
Telling me bad things
Louder, screaming, shouting
Hard to stop my ears ringing
Pull me under
Can't feel anything
I'm not dead or alive
I'm in between
My ears are ringing
I can't hear a thing
Too loud to stop
I can't shut them up
They just don't let me be
I might just die tonight
I don't have much left to say
I don't think I'll be all right
Throw in the towel
Might as well
Need to be medicated
Gotta get my head straight
I just don't think you get it
Might be too late
Where did my marbles go?
Tell Alice I said hello
I fell down the rabbit hole
Think that I've been here before
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6. |
Eimear O'Neill - Oh Baby
03:17
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Darling baby. I’m begging you please
Could you make love a little less lovely?
I’m falling for you and I’m falling fast
You say you’re the same I hope you mean that
I know I should be asleep
But my mind is telling me
That you, you, you...
© Eimear O'Neill 2021
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Instrumental
© Anthony Doyle 2021
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There's someone else that I can be
I'm blinded by everything I see
My life's like a never-ending dream
Quickly moving as it goes
I need to find where I belong
The road I take is oh so long
Was I right or was I wrong?
In the end I think you knew
I'm in a dark room and I can't breathe
I'm blinded by my own greed
The sun sets behind your eyes
Now they're as black as the darkest skies
I need to find where I belong
I searched for oh so long
Was I right or was I wrong?
In the end I think you knew
There's someone else that I can be
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Fodhla Corrigan - Buh
02:52
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Breathing in the air
Eating out of plastic
Sipping through paper
Floating down a lifestyle
That’s not good enough
Not so good for me
Drip going through my veins
Tired of all this bullshit
Can’t do this anymore
That’s what you said to me
That’s what you said to me
Maybe I’m the same
Maybe I am not
Won’t tell you either way
We’re all dropping like flies
One day to another
Holding on so tight
Please live in the present
Don’t think so far ahead
Cause baby that’s not good
I just want to be free
I just want to be free
Choose a different path
One a little better
One to grow old with
Drifting down the line
Going place to place
Never say goodbye
Can’t turn back around
Trying to forget
About everything
© Fodhla Corrigan 2021
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I'm not home
And you're
Too far gone
One day we will meet for the last time
And I hope we're laughing
Not just catching
Flies
Low highs
Growing up as you're coming down
And you're gone again
I'd die for your face
But your eyes
Are on your cigarette case
I'm just jaded , wasting
So damn lost just facing
You're
Glass eyes
While we sit and
Catch flies
Growing up as you're coming down
I think you're dead again
© Caodan Connolly & Daire Heffernan
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11. |
David Donnelly - 1918
02:32
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Her feet are bleeding now
strolling to the beat
she’s hardly breathing now
water seeping through her teeth
slash it dash it let her go
take your crumbs you filthy crow
she’s fucking seething now
put down by the elite
Puncture her skin
Mutters her soliloquays to anyone who's listening
Drowned out by the din
Segregated from her own kin
We say...
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How long will it last
Till I’m let free
It feels like the whole world
Is changing without me
It’s so hard
Tryna reach those expectations
My thought train is stopping at every station
My body’s there but my mind is elsewhere
Too much pressure I can’t bare
My heart is there but half of my mind is
Taken up by the unknown.
What will it take
Till you give in
Your holding me back now
Should I just let you win
Chromatic moods
Is all I need to know about you
Your head upon your hand
I feel like I’m closer than never
My body’s there but my mind is elsewhere
Too much pressure I can’t bare
My heart is there but half of my mind is
Taken up by the unknown.
My body’s there but my mind is elsewhere
Too much pressure I can’t bare
My heart is there but half of my mind is
Taken up by the unknown.
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The wind flowing through my hair
Ain’t got no reason to care
Slow and steady wins the race
I didn’t even pack a case
Been strollin’ down the strand for too long
Watching the ocean as its singing its song
I know you may think a lot of me
But I’ve got too much of this world left to see
So that the memories of my past
Can be put to bed at last
Any remnants of pain
Leave me as the ocean tames
Strollin down this strand for too long
Watching the ocean as its singing it’s song
Once it felt so far away
But there’ll be a smile on my face today
So that the memories of my past
(oh the memories of my past)
Can be put to bed at last
(finally put to bed)
So that the memories of my past
(oh the memories of my past)
Can be put to bed at last
(finally put to bed)
So that the memories of my past
(oh the memories of my past)
Can be put to bed at last
(finally put to bed at last)
© Karl Davis, Kara Doyle, Lyndsey Lawlor 2021
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Martin Luther King: "In what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation..."
August 23rd 1963 - the world first heard this speech
We thought we'd made history
And then Sam Cooke wrote that song
About how he thought a change was gonna come
And we all sang along
But how many more songs...
How many more songs...
"It's been a long
A long time comin'
But I know
A change gonna come
Oh yes it is
It's been a long
A long time comin'
But I know
A change gonna come"
Martin Luther King: "Five score years ago, a great American in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity, but 100 years later, still not free ... I HAVE A DREAM...FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY WE'RE FREE AT..."
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Instrumental
© Ryan Whelan 2021
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16. |
Daire McCann - Void
04:58
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SubSounds Dublin, Ireland
SubSounds is a collective of young musicians aged 14-18 based in Tallaght, County Dublin. It focuses on teaching gifted youngsters the art of songwriting and giving them valuable studio time and experience working with industry professionals. Each year, SubSounds releases an album of original material written and recorded entirely by the a unique class of budding youngsters. ... more
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