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People break just like us
Little clay flower pots
And the sky won’t shut up
It’s full of useless rain
I've got rust on my hands
Hid my heart in the sand
If it hurts we’ll be damned and die
It must be love or something worse
I can comfort you when you’re down
You can comfort me when i am
Always blue all the time
Little things make us cry
And my head’s just like
A time bomb about to blow
Don’t let it show
I can comfort you when you’re down
You can comfort me when i am
People break just like us
Little clay flower pots
And the sky won’t shut up
It’s full of useless rain
I can comfort you when you’re down
You can comfort me when i am
Copyright 2000 Barra Ó Tuathail
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Baby's got a brand new toy
And he sings in a band
Little broken hearted fucker thinks that he can
But I won't wear that shirt
Cause it's been used before
By every other broken hearted jerk
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Copyright 2000 Barra Ó Tuathail
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A blanket of stars to cover my heart
Splinters to burn a fire for warmth
And light up the dark that covers my heart
Amphetamines and lies how hard I tried
To cover the holes with bigger holes
And wait for the stars to cover my heart
Asleep in the arms, the prettiest arms
To hold and forgive my trespass
I did not ask the dark to cover my heart
Oh where are the stars to cover my heart
Copyright 2000 Barra Ó Tuathail
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Somebody came into town today
With a big bouquet of dying roses
Cellophane tape and aerosol paint
To say goodbye on the pavement
Late on Monday soon be gone
Headlights pointed at the sun
Slippin’ slowly down
Old worn out shoes and broken fuse
The man who can’t remember his own name
Alien tales and rusty nails
To hammer down the lid on the spaceship
Late on Monday soon be gone
Headlights pointed at the sun
Slippin’ slowly down
Late on Monday soon be gone
Headlights pointed at the sun
Slippin’ slowly down
Copyright 1999 Barra Ó Tuathail
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Pianos fly like spaceships
Accross the room
Cars outside with starry headlights
And you look like the moon
When the television light shines on you
There's trouble in the kitchen
Somebody drank the booze
I'm too drunk to lie
What I'd really like
Is to sleep on the floor if you don't mind
I'll be gone long before it turns bright
If you don't mind my condition
I know you've seen me worse
With my head on my sleeve
My heart's on its' knees
And I swear sometimes my God it hurts
Like walking barefoot on a stone in the dirt
Copyright 2000 Barra ÓTuathail
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The clock in the kitchen
Strikes the hour two minutes too slow
Yesterday’s children
Sleep tonight, tomorrow they grow
Into men and women
Who fall in love and raise kids of their own
So ring-around Rosie
Promise you’ll take me home
The carousel is busted
The cracks appeared several years ago
Rained on and rusted
And painted red so maybe it don’t show
And all the pretty horses
Wildereyed and beat
With paint peeled off
And scars underneath
Ain’t strong enough Rosie
To carry me all the way home
Ain’t strong enough Rosie
To carry me all the way home
Ring-a-ring-a-rosie
Pockets full of posies
Copyright 1999 Barra ÓTuathail & Alan Sheahan
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All of the things that I wanted say
But never could find
The nerve, the words, or even the time
Now you’re on the road tonight
I’m on a plane
But it was nice to see you again
I don’t remember being afraid of flying
But I’m terrified now
I’m more aware of the dangers of falling
And hitting the ground
Somewhere between New York and Tennessee
I went down in flames for you
Like a love-struck teenage fool
So just leave a message
At the sound of the tone
Maybe you’ll call, maybe you won’t
Hotels and back-stage payphones
Time-zones are always changing
I wrote this song for you,
I hope you don’t mind
If I miss you more than a little sometimes
I don’t remember exactly the moment
I lost the last couple feet of altitude
But I think that maybe
It was when you asked me to hold you
And when the smoke clears
I’ll see how much damage was done
I’ve broken wings before
But this time I think the engine got burned
So just leave a message at the sound of the tone
Maybe you’ll call, maybe you won’t
Hotels and back-stage payphones
Time-zones are always changing
I wrote this song for you
I hope you don’t mind
If I miss you more than a little sometimes
So just leave a message at the sound of the tone
Maybe you’ll call, prob'ly you won’t
Hotels and back-stage payphones
Time-zones are always changing
I wrote this song for you
I hope you don’t mind
If I miss you more than a little sometimes
If I miss you more than a little sometimes
Copyright 1997 Barra Ó Tuathail
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Ripped (Ludlow Demo)
06:02
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It’s a sad song played on a piano
An old one and it makes me wanna cry sometimes
And sometimes I do
It’s a dark place lost in the shadows
A bad case of nothing else matters but you
It’s a long climb to the top of the stairs
A long night wishing you were here beside me
I don’t like standing in the ashes
I don’t like watching as the shit goes slowly down
Losing something means everything to me now
There’s no blame just circumstances
It's the same old same
Still not wary just blind
Just blind and falling down
And it’s too late to limit the damage
There’s no way this time I can manage to smile
Just blind and fallin’ down
Nowhere is where I land
I'm threadbare and ripped
At the end of the night
I don’t like standing in the ashes
I don’t like watching as the shit goes slowly down
Losing something means everything to me now
I don’t like standing in the ashes
I don’t like watching as the shit goes slowly down
Losing something means everything to me now
It’s a sad song played on a piano
An old one and it makes me wanna cry sometimes
Sometimes I do
Copyright 1997 Barra ÓTuathail
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Sad Water (Ludlow Demo)
07:46
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She never made a sound
Water falling down upon her head
All the little sins
Words she tried to bend but cannot fit
Lights look pretty on the bridge
Reflected in the pitch-black water
She oughta just go home now
It’s late
She oughta just go home now
She oughta just go home now
It’s late
She oughta just go home now
Bones tired underneath skin as soft
And feet with no shoes on
All the little fish
Underwater wish she had wings now
Stars look pretty in the sky
Reflected in her eyes’ sad water
She oughta just go home now
It’s late
She oughta just go home now
She oughta just go home now
It’s late
She oughta just go home now
She never made a sound
Water all around her head
Pretty china-doll sang a punk-rock-country song
Before she fell
Hair looks prettier than gold
Threads beneath the cold sad water
She oughta just go home now
It’s late
She oughta just go home now
She oughta just go home now
It’s late
She oughta just go home now
She oughta just go home now
It’s late
She oughta just go home now
She oughta just go home now
It’s late
She oughta just go home now
Copyright 1999 Barra ÓTuathail
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I can't remember the last time we both laughed
Staring at the walls playing with my fingers
Holding my breath in case you ask
I left the door wide open
So far it seems not wide enough
Knowing inside that something's broken
Feeling inside I fucked it up
Copyright 1999 Barra ÓTuathail, Alan Shehan, Fin Chambers, Kieran Calvert, Doug Murray
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A blanket of stars to cover my heart
Splinters to burn a fire for warmth
And light up the dark that covers my heart
Amphetamines and lies how hard I tried
To cover the holes with bigger holes
And wait for the stars to cover my heart
Asleep in the arms, the prettiest arms
To hold and forgive my trespass
I did not ask the dark to cover my heart
Oh where are the stars to cover my heart
Copyright 2000 Barra Ó Tuathail
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