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Nunzerkat*
03:24
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Nunzerkat
There’s someone in a gorsy hedge
Just northwest of the old Fairfield
Their arse is sticking out a bit
Rustling in the yellow and green
Is it black or is it brown
Cassock, Soutane, Habit gown
A penguin having gone to ground
Rescuing her prodigal hound
It’s a Nun… x 4
Insidious tendency to intellectualise
Naming experience gets lost before the eyes
Conforming filters to make it black and white
To feed a dogma, unleashing from a height…
Of ignorance… x 4
Looking for her Alsie boy
Who ran away to shadowland
No one’s Christmas toy, you know
Feral streak like desperate Dan
Careful now Sister Nora
Picking bones with Pandora
When you go so deep
You wake when in a sleep
In a sleep… x 4
Insidious tendency to intellectualise
Naming experience gets lost before the eyes
Conforming filters to make it black and white
To feed a dogma, unleashing from a height…
Of ignorance… x 4
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2. |
Aphrodite in a Nightie
03:30
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Aphrodite in a Nightie
Back when we were know-it-alls
And hormones reigned in rank
Aching for a sweet romance
We’d place her in a bank
Dream of our sweet private time
Believe me she’s no slag
Aphrodite in a nightie
Delectable Flahbag
The agony the ecstasy
The misery the grief
The time we spent together
Habitually so brief
Chorus
Infatuation to excess
We only wanted to obsess
Her hair a marshalled stormy mess
She’s the Merries in a dress
Her beauty would astound you
Not one to fool around
The ground would turn to Piss-in-the-beds
And all she said was sound
Tickled by a look she gave
A pump began to boom
Accentuated rhythms
The longing was exhumed, but
Dancing with that newdie nah
His punky clothes pristine
All the way from Dublin Hill
With moves like Mr. Sheen
Chorus
Infatuation to excess
We only wanted to obsess
Her hair a marshalled stormy mess
She’s the Merries in a dress
You-know she’s way beyond our reach
She’s Psyche made immortal
Cupid’s stunt won’t look my way
(Just) an idolised transportal
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Bothán
Roam, time to leave home
Booted and shorn
No need for a comb
Glad, demurely clad
No Galahad
Turned into me Dad
Down, sun valley drive
Into the hive
Mellifluous pints
Free, free as a bird
Local preferred
Where nothing’s unheard
Chorus
Croon a fragment of tune
Bag full, bag full of boon
Smile like a loon Smile like loon (smile like a serious loon) x2
Muse packed like a bus
No need for fuss
All superfluous
Criss cross for the match
Slightly detached
I’d buy me own gaitch
Back, back to the pool
Parochial rules
Nobody’s a fool
Chorus
Croon a fragment of tune
Bag full, bag full of boon
Smile like a loon Smile like loon (smile like a serious loon)
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4. |
North Gate Bridge
04:18
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North Gate Bridge
Rummaged on the winter-web
Stroke hauled North Gate bridge
Digged an archetypal dig
Foraged in the fridge
Probed the fossils of a thought
And frisked it’s murky pits
Nowhere to be found this yoke
Unraveling my wits
Chorus
Sorry… Sorry
Where are ya… where are ya?
Where are you now…..
Wading through the 2nd snow
White out is so bleak
Doubtful what is tangible
Frozen jaw won’t speak
Haunted by the hungry ghost
A wisp goes nebulously by
Starving for some answer
Still not asking why
Chorus
Ferreting in every nook
Seek out every cranny
Endless quest, ancestral stress
Serendipity’s uncanny
The choice of where to search is vast
The maps are shallow and shoddy
Hinterland’s a roundabout
‘Me Nerves’.. giving it holly
Chorus
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5. |
Horsey!*
03:32
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Horsey!
Giddy up giddy up giddy up giddy up
Clippity clop shit
A smile up on top on it
Astride we will ride, unified the divide
With reality high in Zweilichtian sky--
Feet on the ground, through the glen homeward bound
With the sound of the wind like a jewel in our mind
Giddy up giddy up giddy up giddy up
Clippity clop shit
A smile up on top on it
The hind and the fore -- from hence and of yore
Con-joined at the core like a centaur of lore
Feet on the ground, through the glen homeward bound
With the sound of the wind like a jewel in our mind
Giddy up giddy up giddy up giddy up
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6. |
JubJubs
03:27
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JubJubs
Deluding shackles thus dissolve
Witnessed by attentive forebears
Here among no tongue no ear lobe
Emptiness don’t dwell upstairs
Absolute is not completely
Smugly tucked in all that’s learned
Just because you climb Fair Hill boy
Doesn’t mean you can’t be heard
Jubjubs (Here’s up um all)
Keep that harness round your back boy
Making sure you do as told
Beyond the blue despotic ruse
That cheap Fiesta from despair
Drug befuddled arcane dance
Tell me who will do the ware
Orient within the matrix
Residuum and songs of old
Seduction by the smells and bells
Then bingbong Q exotic robes
Jubjubs (I do like to be beside the seaside…)
Keep that harness round your back boy
Making sure you do as told
Fabricating knobs and rules
Dement us with infliction
Moolah grabbing status quants
Distracting with their fiction
Go beyond the vast unknown
Beyond the narrow straight of hope
A panoram-perspective
Employ a telescope
Jubjubs (What’s it all about Frankie)
Keep that harness round your back boy
Making sure you do as told
Keep that harness round your back boy
Blinkered til the rage grows old
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7. |
Buachaill Mór Amaideach*
03:59
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Buachaill Mór Amaideach
Big boy does messages for his mam
No milk, no bread
No sugar, no sliced ham
He lost the money to a scam
He Pitch he Tossed
Went home with empty hands
Ya stupid Langer said his Mam
You’re such a fool
A useless blunted tool
Can you do nothing that you’re asked
Moping around, in a hide behind a mask
Chorus
Big Boy Foolish x 4
And so it went from that day forth
It sowed a seed- believed what had been screamed
His wiring deemed to be low score
Cartooning brain
Behaviour off the board
Chorus
He sat with whackers by the lough
He caught no Carp
But eighteen cans of Harp—ic
His forehead gnarled around the past
No breaking fast
Fisting wrath upon his cast
Chorus
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8. |
Flesh & Bone
03:59
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Flesh & Bone
The story unfolds, he opens a door
A threshold made of flesh and bone
One thing to see another to take hold
A pilgrimage to places unknown
He caught the paradox with clean underwear and socks
A raging war of wits ensued
It takes him to a height this predetermined fight
And down in to a valley pursued
Distracted by the view, backbone all askew
Object won’t be subject to a will
Lost in morass, longing greener grass
Wander off to pastures likeable
Somewhere between the hill and the hole
And the misled bond of diamond and coal
Here comes day and night
Full of appetite
Whether arrogant or meek, woke or asleep
A fool is a fool is a foolah
He swaggered with new skill from the top of the hill
With a penchant to look down his nose
Adrift in the mist of his penetrating gift
Indifference between these and those
Never took stock of the unfathomable cavity
Never saw-through shadow and its glue
He never paid homage to his kith and kin and gravity
Would one day bring him back to his shoes
Holding for so long - both willful and strong
He wondered was it time to let go
More work to be done, when one plus one is one
And two is on the road back home
Is a cup still a cup under water
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9. |
Siouxsie
04:28
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Siouxsie
Behold
The pit-a-pat custodian
Siouxie the shawlie
Her stall is greed
Fashion false need
Through nefarious deeds
Smiley girl deals
And dodgy doggy meals
Flickering
Her verity is arbitrary
Humming and haw
Crony side of law
Chorus
Siouxie our mockie-ah friend
Her truth is a means to an end
A contrary social bleeding heart
More like amoral feeding shart
Behold
She apportions blame
No regret to falsely name
Another story fabricated
The factuals exaggerated
Decency annihilated
She has no shame
Believes her own mercenary game
Chorus
What can we do with chicanerous Sioux……x
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10. |
Up the Airy*
03:40
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Up The Airy
I walk alone on a moonlit night
Sky’s blue and high
Stars are shining, that’s right
Those lunar tunes have got the hair on my neck
Electrified and standing erect
What’s that in the shadow
What’s behind those bars
It all just seems so peculiar
Like a lonely trout on Mars
There’s microphones in the berries on the trees
There’s hidden cameras in the Birds and the Bees
They’re always watching you
They never go to sleep
They’re the creeps who took the sheep from Bo-Peep
Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen
We dare not go a hunting
For fear of little men
When you’re asleep they are under your bed
Instructing pigeons to download on your head
Increased abductions, you must have realised
Invasion’s easy when we’re all computerized
What’s that in the shadow
What’s behind those bars
It all just seems so peculiar
Like a lonely trout on Mars
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11. |
Wan 'um
04:44
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Wan ‘um
Juxtapose the coffers
Where it all comes from
Blinding with the optics
Feeding with a crumb
Only one um
Only one um
Laud attractive ladders
To the land of yum
Just for shits and giggles
Always grease the rung
Only one um
Only one um
Close and trench the borders
Annihilate the sun
Separate the children
And those who’re looking glum
Only one um
Only one um
Sanctimonious brethren
Preach a goodly hum
While ripping out the pocket
And shafting up the bum
Only one um
Only one um
As I lie in my lair
Looking down on no hair
Rebel rebel me hole
Shafting shafting your own
Merchant of the Marsh is the mole
Crawling up the leg of Eílís a dó.
The freedom of expression
Beat your own drum
Mangling media moguls
There til kingdom come
Only one um
Only one um
The miser worships mammon
Controlling under thumb
Bleed the marrow arid
Those who’s tongues are numb
Only one um
Only one um
There is no other land (my dears)
No merit to be won
Mind your near and dearest
Nurture a green thumb
Only one um
Only one um
Fuck Um
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12. |
Penumbra feat JJ Kelly
04:14
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Penumbra
There’s something terribly amiss
All these songs of love and bliss
There’s something terribly unsure
We get our hearts back on a skewer
We built a shrine in honour of a king
And dance on the grave of the memory
And like the hammer and the sickle
It all comes down to just a trickle
Chorus
Don’t deny the other side
There’s always something to play seek and hide
Does confusion make us wise?
Or is it just another
Compromise
I knew a man who had no ears
He hadn’t realised in years
Discovered his body at the bottom of a glass
And found himself attending daily mass
I knew a woman who was crazy
It just transpired that she was lazy
When there was no one left to blame
She sifted through her own suffering and shame
Chorus
Fill the Ark with chosen ones
For this rain May never cease
Let the lens of O’Tuama
Capture souls that shall never be released
Acolytes of Elvera
Northern white crap and pink skinned men
Gimp masks and dead mackerel on leather laps
To scare the girls of Montennotte
Try in vain to slay the beast
With poison and with lead
And in black ice
Lower him again
For the colossus is unkillable
A high priest of aberration
He dines
On cyanide and tea cake 🎂 (J. Kelly SOSU)
All this sounds like I’m so bitter
Someone buy me a hurley and a sliotar
I’ll take it all out on those
Sitting here naked in my clothes
There’s something terribly amiss
All these songs of love and bliss
There’s something terribly unsure
We get our hearts back on a skewer
Chorus
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Big Boy Foolish Cork, Ireland
Big Boy Foolish are Ricky Dineen and Liam Heffernan, a post-punk duo from the northside of Cork City. They both appeared on
Kaught at the Kampus (Reekus Records).
Dineen was guitarist in the seminal bands Nun Attax, Five go Down to the Sea? and Beethoven.
Heffernan played with Mean Features and Nun Came Back and he has worked as an Actor.
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