El Fugitivö

The Jay takes the acorn and buries it deep Behind the thorn so he knows where it’s kept It’s the way of the world  And we know it no longer And it makes me cry And it makes me cry And it makes me cry

What ya gonna do when the money runs out? What you gonna do when they come for the rent? What you gonna do to find something to eat? What ya gonna do when the money runs out?

As the music bursts its banks And you drive this one home There’s no doubt to your talent But your ears appear closed I wanted to meet you But it was all about you So the feeling turned sour And it all fell through A chance encounter On a street walking by Left me wondering  Who you were and why You wanted to be here But your family’s far away Life is so short And you’re throwing it away It’s blowing a gale Right up on the tops But it’s in the Lee That’s where it stops

I can’t warm up And I can’t cool down The last six months  have turned  me upside down

There can be no light without darkness No laughter without tears No love without loss And no safety without fears No smiles without frowns And no truth without lies No depth without shallows No shadows without blue skies No rainbow without the rain No warmth without the sun No happiness without you No freedom without a gun

I can’t see her family Or take the kids on a getaway Work’s down to a couple of emails flicked out at midday I’ll treat the lockdown as my personal holiday

So it’s farewell to the Geezer Farewell my faithful friend You stuck with me through it all  But you turned on me in the end

At every dawn and every dimming They demand us to come to the fray Commands bestowed by angels Explained by those that obey Logic that knows no reason Rules that know of no truth Stories passed down through the ages By those that knew of no youth

Oh it’s time to go and I’m all packed up And I can’t see the wood for the trees But the girls around aren’t happy with my plan to leave

I am not a humanist.  That we are in control is an illusion  brought on by the morphine drip of everyday life True beauty in this world is nothing to do with us Think. We are done for. 

You like to use them great big words You like to make it fancy You’d like for us all to be upon our bended knee

First he comes bearing amazing news Of a world you can barely believe Where all live in bliss and happiness And it’s easy just so easy They’re just lies, they’re just lies

If I were a sailor Like my grandpa Joe I’d sail the ocean winds And to the whole world go

Brexit. No shit. Who knew it? Liars who flew it, sold it and blew it Halfwits who bought the story from bandits Brexit. Really.. Was it worth it?

Oh Charlie he wants for some trouble He thinks it’ll make me a man But the bruises I hide feel different inside And leave me frightened and sad I’m on my last legs in the last chance saloon Feel the fear well up - no place to go

We were talking Last night while on the phone About the worry We both feel when we’re alone

Still falling.. still falling it seems like forever Still falling.. still falling the blacker the better It’s dangerous and dark so you’ll never say never A place of no return, the grimmer the better

When it’s all gone wrong When it takes so long When I don’t feel so strong I find my refuge in the sea

Lapping at the bow there’s a rhythm to the boat I look at M and smile as we both know A surface of oil with a vibrant blue deep below Sun sparkles into the deep, the deep deep deep

There was once an old man Who called An Cuiltheann home He gazes silent far ‘cross the sea Longing for his son to him come home