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First World Problems
03:37
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Writers block and common cold
A pointless fear of becoming old
With silver strands and stained piano key teeth
And the niggling presence of adolescent football injuries
Buying crap coffee with our names spelt wrong
It's the invigorating taste of tax evasion on our tongue
Too busy chasing targets, to change the way that we're built
Wearing cheap synthetic fibres with unspoken western guilt
First world problems, first world problems
Aimless and passive we have no patience to ever solve them
Decisions in homeware have undue significance
Still suckered by ads that undermine our intelligence
Afraid of the future with false dreams of the past
It's the invented obstacles we cannot surpass
In conflict with colleagues on teamwork retreats
Emotionally distant from friends we barely meet
Hating our neighbours for the youth in their eyes
And their EDM abandon on Wednesday nights
First world problems, first world problems
Aimless and passive we have no patience to ever solve them
Curse the lost lotto tickets, overcharged and underwhelmed
Turn your wants into needs, a bored version of hell
Still wishing with eyelash, lighting church candles
As close to any action as we can handle.
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Temp Job
04:02
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Drifting alone, drone on the phone
The call centre feels more familiar than your home
It was a temp job out of necessity
Promised yourself "it won't get the best of me",
but days repeat with reheat dinners
feel your hopes and hair grow thinner
don't recognise the wreck in the mirror, as you realise
there's only one way to be a winner
Connive to survive, you gotta cheat if you wanna eat tonight
Connive to survive, you gotta be sincere in selling the lie
Get in the zone of effortless call flow
Leave your moral judgement well at home
The customers call to complain
Your wage is determined by feeling their pain
And then talking about the contract clause and
turning them round to our noble cause
Unparalleled pro, your name well known
The boss they've never seen go home
Mussolini of telemarketing
It's always the weakest enemy your targeting
Inexplicable mix of balding bravado
Helps you to hide the part you'll never show
The part they'll never know
Connive to survive, you gotta cheat if you wanna eat tonight
Connive to survive, you gotta be sincere in selling the lie
You can't divide your life from your lie.
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Schmaltz
03:36
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I live for moments three weeks in that can't contain our crack-toothed grins
The joy of rants and joint tirades, forgotten songs from mixtape trades
Trying again to be more than friends
More than distant inspiration or phone calls after 2 a.m,
we're trying again, a little more each weekend
Going gigs and letting guard down
Gently chipping inhibitions away
On dull damp weekday mornings float to work on each other's stories
A new pace to our pulse, sleep-deprived, invincible.
A tired theme, but such fresh desire.
A tired theme, but such fresh desire.
Now we're sharing the same mess
of clothes and books and bed sheets, family stress and secrets
Trying again not to give up when our newness starts to fade or struggle
with the outside world and its demands
Torrential Tuesday evenings entertained inside the feeling
we're speaking our own language and there's something new to say
On Sunday's we can stay within utensil shapes and record spin
Tell each other everything like we're desert island discs or something
Wonder at our grey hair, embrace the coming schmaltz.
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Making Progress
03:26
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Promised a great leap forwards
led on a long limp backwards
Another regime of blindfold reform
Expected as ever to grin and bear it, as we
measure the cost of brushing our teeth,
interning 'til our pockets bleed
paying penance for the guarantee
"we're in this together, we're making progress!"
Europe's impressed. A model for the rest
The country built on brown envelopes
golden handshakes and blue-blooded hopes has never changed
It's the same divide with a different name.
No patriotic platitudes will pay the bills this month
No sound-bite speeches stop us facing the brunt of any
price-hike, cut back, passed down debt
the subtle condescension, or the loose-veiled threat.
The country built on cabinet strokes
Top tier tax breaks, struggling to cope
In time again, they'll litter the lampposts
Plastic heads, with hollow pledge.
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Your Body
03:19
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Your body is not your body
It's the property of church and state
In room five, said goodbye
On foreign soil, a final cry before
boarding the Ryanair home
So goes the last of the student loan
Sat next to the set from the hen weekend
Buying scratch cards from the flight attendant
With excess patience, making small talk
Hopping every hurdle Leinster House has raised in her honour
"Yeah, I had a real nice holiday, thanks for asking"
Ill-equipped, with unnamed burden
options blocked for paths unplanned
At age 19, made to understand
Advice goes no further than the law will allow it
and you're on your own if you need a way around it
And if they stepped inside her skin
Forced to forfeit their decision
would the party line apply
would they see it as some feminist failure
to budget trek to Liverpool and never talk about it later.
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Aphra Lee
03:16
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Meeting Aphra Lee this morning
on a rare visit from Derry to Dublin
to experience the present moment
the fleeting glimpse of Irish summer
We sit in Iveagh Gardens, disconnect from obligations
revel at the kinship and forget our limitations for a while
Meeting Aphra Lee this morning
with a bus to catch this evening
it's another old friend's birthday
it's another promised greeting
To prolong the jilted journey we loop around the station
avoiding any obvious, uncomfortable conversation
A hug becomes a hold, lets the lightning strike our centre
Attuned to the same frequency if not the same adventure
One day we might get back to this
unfinished story quietly missed
soured by its circumstance
awaiting resolution.
No dancing 'round the notion
scared of our devotion
worried it won't go away
until we give we it answer.
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Old Cliches
03:59
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Indulging old clichés of absence
Inevitable given the distance
The pace of your departure
The things we didn't say
In the cold, bright, immediate months since
Memories taking up residence
In listed spots across the town
Landmarks my mind can't tear down
Have to face the change, constant and mundane
Smother questions left unanswered give up fighting yourself
there's nothing to gain from this, it doesn't help
wasted thoughts, old clichés, mental ping-pong each day
all that remains here since you went
Still stuck on old clichés of absence
More masochistic nonsense
I summon the strength to feel something
now the train's pulled out of the station
now the situation's beyond me
I can lament the hesitation
Have to face the change, limited and strange
Sick of all the blame fixed upon your name
Muddle through
Make new plans
No more scripting altered endings for the past
Leave a house in my head
where you'll stay with all my other missing friends
Old clichés will remain
The ever earnest truth, it sounds so lame
Muddle through
Making new plans
Embrace the possibilities we can.
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Never Bored
02:58
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Never bored, always distracted
Supposed to care how you've reacted
Endless opinions for itchy eyes
The rigmarole of our surprise
Life becomes a P.R trick
An exercise in selling it
Grow the brand, promote yourself
Show the world you're doing well (doing so well)
We're all adored, we're all fantastic
Polaroid filters keep us attractive
Compare potential partners, limit negative speech
Photos from your last meal, updates on the beach
Every spare second we can spend with our screens, and
when we go to sleep we're cyber-stalking in our dreams
Life becomes a P.R trick
An exercise in selling it
Grow the brand, promote yourself
Show the world you're doing well (doing so well).
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Skype Calls
04:23
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Still making Skype calls
with the shitty connection
As siblings we are mirroring a mutual exhaustion
We chew through new anxieties
Questions only brothers consider
Gathering thoughts when the picture freezes
Where are we now and what do we matter at all?
With ageing aspirations
An expertise in failure
Familial solidarity lets us soldier on
Cathartic conversations
Allow us to create
A little path within mistakes
Double-jobbing, spinning plates
Still making Skype Calls
still writing plays
still swapping struggles in that bittersweet unfiltered way
Searching for new definition
beyond financial complication
divorce and all its charred remains
trying to find some worth again
We speak with mixed up memories
Dilute each other's doubts
Blue sky in the jigsaw we haven't figured out
We give our steadfast guarantees
Precarious and proud
Waiting for the next disaster we haven't figured out.
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Freebird II
04:57
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If I could see you back to your shadow boxing best
no led behind the eyes, no stitch in your chest
no knots in your stomach and no stuttering sentences
If I could see you back to your shadow boxing best
When you've reached enough distance from the double-talk in Dublin
where new debts and deadlines determined the day
and you're started to sleep through the night for a change
Certain in your own time
Learn to betray your design
Returning to the sea does the boredom help your breathe?
Safe enough now to live within your means,
confront your unease where people love you.
And the choice to stay or leave is yours alone
y'start to find some strength in going home
Certain in your own time
Learn to betray your design
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Japanese Bonus Track
03:27
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Rock and roll sure is swell
It's the term they use to sell hair gel and jackets
Redundant reissues in a bloated package
And OAPs in tight leather trousers
Bow down to the power of rock n' roll
Get your tents and cans
Sing along in the hope you'll understand
Prove your faith by wearing worn out wrist bands
It's a complex business...
go ask your Dad
Withering waxworks say:
"She ain't what she used to be
the kids don't know how to play"
The kids are not concerned, they crave a keyboard
stuck on rhumba beat with pyrotechnics
a disinfected, new age, soulless warble
or hip-hop karaoke, but no more
rock and roll.
And we all sing "woah, woah, woah"
'Cause that's the extent of it
"woah, woah...", you get the jist
sincere and stupid for crossover playlists.
Another anthem in the making
soon we'll be enormodome faking,
we'll milk this nonsense for all it's worth
pasteurised and ready for market
rock and roll.
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