1. |
The Coin Collector
05:49
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The tears that are streaming are not from your eyes, no
They’re coming from your heart, and drowning out your soul
You come to me again, I don’t know what to say
All that I can do is turn my head away from you
Time passes by, but you have gone and changed
I see you walking towards me
Something now feels strange
Just like a coin every story has two sides
I’ve heard my fair share
I hear them now inside
You’re flipping out
You’re flipping on
You’re flipping out
And on
You’re flipping out
You’re flipping on
You’re flipping out
And on
You’re flipping out
You’re flipping on
You’re flipping out
And on
You’re flipping out
You’re flipping on
You’re flipping out
And on
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2. |
Araby
02:51
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A big cold empty house filled with memories of the past
When I want to get to you is when time always lasts
And so I watch you from afar, hidden in my parlour
To work up the courage to talk to you only gets harder and harder
O Love O Love
Why have you tainted me?
O Love O Love
The cause of discrepancy
O Love O Love
The language of romantics
O Love O Love
Fuel for a young man’s antics
And as I listened to the rain, one night my mind drifted to you
I couldn’t see, could barely hear anything in the gloom
I moved to my room and I tried to read, I couldn’t see the type
All I could see in my mind’s eye was the one who was my life
O Love O Love
Why have you tainted me?
O Love O Love
The cause of discrepancy
O Love O Love
The language of romantics
O Love O Love
Fuel for a young man’s antics
O Love O Love
O Love O Love
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3. |
Factory Floor
03:45
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When I’m caught out all alone
And I don’t know which direction I’m going
I turn to you to sort things out for me
The weeks I live inside my head
With a brain that feels like it’s made of lead
I come to you, and you just set me free
And I can kiss the sky
Every time I try, with you
Now I’m standing on a factory floor
Missing the time, we used to share
It means so much to me
That someone like you should care
I took it for granted
Now the seed is planted, in my mind
And I don’t know when I’ll see you again
But things won’t change between now and then
The dreams don’t ever change
It’s not a case of if but when
I appreciate that there’s no need for faith
When there’s you
Exulted in your philosophy
And how you can just always see
The patterns that can bring me out each time
A cyclical inevitability
Snares the souls that had been freed
Without a reason and without a rhyme
But I can kiss the sky
Every time I try, with you
Now I’m standing on a factory floor
Missing the time, we used to share
It means so much to me
That someone like you should care
I took it for granted
Now the seed is planted, in my mind
And I don’t know when I’ll see you again
But things won’t change between now and then
The dreams don’t ever change
It’s not a case of if but when
I appreciate that there’s no need for fate
When there’s you
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4. |
Only She Knows
03:15
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She’s the only one who can get inside my head
And come out leaving me feeling positive things instead
She looks good in her summer dresses and her winter coats
On the wings of a white-winged dove is where I want to fly the most
And only she knows how I feel
A strange situation
At least this one is real
It’s funny how a complicated situation
Can feel so simple after so much frustration
Only she knows how I feel
A strange situation
At least this one is real
Everything she tells me; I hold to be true
She says “You’ve got to find the answer, stop looking for an excuse!”
Only she knows how I feel
A strange situation
At least this one is real
Only she knows how I feel
A strange situation
At least this one is real
Only she knows how I feel
A strange situation
At least this one is real
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5. |
Teenage Memories
04:13
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I took you by your hand
And led you through the trees
Who’d have thought romance would bloom
In supermarket fields
When it started to get cold
And the time had come to leave
I fell walking back up the hill
And I dragged you down with me
And we laughed
Teenage memories
Seem so long ago
Looking back on it now
How were we to know?
We were living the best days of our lives
We were not afraid to let it show
Sweet sixteen season rolled around
And I saw you all dolled up
I was never one to dance
One look from you was enough
To twist the toe
Teenage memories
Seem so long ago
Looking back on it now
How were we to know?
We were living the best days of our lives
We were not afraid to let it show
I never meant to grow apart from you
There’s not always a whole lot you can do
When life leaves you
Behind
Teenage memories
Seem so long ago
Looking back on it now
How were we to know?
We were living the best days of our lives
We were not afraid to let it show
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6. |
A Better Place To Be
04:17
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7. |
Clichés
03:11
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Deciding to let go of you is the hardest thing I ever to do
I couldn’t lie to myself anymore
I can’t believe I’ve done it again, living a perfect life inside my head
I just can’t seem to learn what not to do
People will always want things to change
The more they change, the more they stay the same
Yeah there’s a reason, things become clichéd
That’s not to say that hope is dead
There are still reasons to get out of bed
They don’t mean as much without you around
People will always want things to change
The more they change, the more they stay the same
Yeah there’s a reason, things become clichéd
People always want things to change
The more they change, the more they stay the same
Yeah there’s a reason, things become clichéd
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8. |
The Promised Land
03:53
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I don’t feel right
This no longer feels like home
The time has come to move on
Sorry to leave you alone
But I can’t go on
Living this lie anymore
And every day now
Is starting to feel like a chore
The Promised Land is built on empty words
The long road out of Eden rarely hurts
I can’t last another day
I have to get away
I need the cure
Monotony is rife
There’s nothing worse for the soul
There’s an emptiness in my life
After everything that they stole
Of course I’ll miss
The things I’m leaving behind
The apathy inside me
Finally made up my mind
The Promised Land is built on empty words
The long road out of Eden rarely hurts
I can’t last another day
I have to get away
I need the cure
You could say I’m running from my life
The only thing left here for me is strife
I’m feeling pushed out of my home
By an establishment that’s worse than any throne
¦: The Promised Land is built on empty words
The long road out of Eden rarely hurts
I can’t last another day
I have to get away
I need the cure :¦
I have to get away
I have to get away
I have to get away
I need the cure
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9. |
Victories
04:09
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Everywhere I look
Doors are being closed
Everyone I see
Is trying to break the mould
No vacancies written I semi-permanent faded ink
Like a tattoo on society
We are a people that are on the brink
We were born into silver spoons burned brown
They’ve made it so clear to us
There’s no room in this town
I don’t know where we go from here
Tír gan anam, ní hé sin aon tír (A country without a soul, is no country)
Here’s to all the smallest victories
Enjoy the little things
Or you will cease to be
You will go insane
My life is not a game
The forgotten generation
Our lives already sold
This is not our debt
We’ll never own a home
Here’s to all the smallest victories
Enjoy the little things
Or you will cease to be
You will go insane
My life is not a game
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10. |
Children of Ireland
04:33
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Well we look on in horror at the world's monstrosities
Horrors created by western policies
And we point the finger at the Brits, and at the Yanks
But while death ships lie in Shannon, blood is on our hands
"It's strictly commercial" they say with half a wink
But our capital gain is leaving people on the brink
We shut up shop when they inevitably flee
Then they ask you with a sneer if you'd have one in your house
Talking about a human like an object or a mouse
So we "meet them halfway" we lock them up in camps
Where they can barely breathe from the cold and from the damp
And we're all children of Ireland tonight
Black, brown, Asian, white
They have us point at each other instead of pointing their way
Accuse us of stealing sunshine while they're making hay
And we're all children of Ireland tonight
They will not divide us, try as they might
Yes we're all different but we're also the same
When will they realise these lives are not a game
And we're all children of Ireland tonight
An emigrant nation, travellers to our core
So how can we treat them like we were before?
They killed our culture and our language with their Penal Laws
That's why we say howiya, not conas atá?
And still we allow them to frame the debate
That these people aren't allowed in unless they assimilate
To ask them to leave all their cultures behind
Would be repeating the history of a much darker time
And we're all children of Ireland tonight
Black, brown, Asian, white
They have us point at each other instead of pointing their way
Accuse us of stealing sunshine while they're making hay
And we're all children of Ireland tonight
They will not divide us, try as they might
Yes we're all different but we're also the same
When will they realise these lives are not a game
And we're all children of Ireland tonight
From New York to Boston, and Britain's northwest
When we arrived there we did our best
Although we weren't welcomed we were allowed to live free
Give these people that chance and then watch them succeed
Because political names like "Direct Provision" doesn't change that these people are being held like in prison
Oh no, no, no, no no no no
Children of Ireland tonight
Children of Ireland tonight
Children of Ireland tonight
Children of Ireland tonight
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11. |
The Fascist Flower
04:34
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They say it’s to commemorate those who died at the Somme
But it’s also used to celebrate the men who planted bombs
From Monaghan to Dublin town, they killed with impunity
But they failed in their ultimate quest, to bring Ireland to its knees.
They say that crown forces came on peacekeeping missions
But they have whitewashed history since long before partition
Catholic & Protestant, we were all Irish Gaels
Lest We Forget imperialists had set us up to fail
The fascist flower is growing still
A brazen reminder of those killed
They plead ignorance and innocence to their nation’s great crimes
While the fascist flower is growing still
They will call you a terrorist for fighting for your rights
For trying to live in territory illegally occupied
With hunger strikes for MPs, and internment without trial
While the British public slept easy in comfortable denial
The fascist flower is growing still
A brazen reminder of those killed
From Ireland down to India, the forgotten genocides
Where the fascist flower is growing still
History is written by the victor
But they will never paint a full picture
In their eyes their actions were always justified
Now they try to make sure no soldier is ever tried
The fascist flower is growing still
A brazen reminder of those killed
They feign ignorance and innocence to their nation’s great crimes
And the fascist flower is growing still
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Gary Ó Nualláin Dublin, Ireland
Gary Ó Nualláin is a songwriter and political activist from Dublin, IRL. He came to national attention when he took on a pay-
to-play promoter on the national stage, fighting to end the pay-to-play model.
Throughout COVID he liaised with music rights groups, with ministerial correspondence to fight for a better deal for musicians.
This celtic indie troubadour is never short of something to say.
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