1. |
Draw The Line
02:52
|
|||
|
Verse
Took a job in a record store
But the owners didn't know much more about music
Than a herd of cows
Told my boss we've got to educate
He said "son the loss will be too great
Now get movin on stacking all those shelves"
Chorus 1
Now this is where I draw the line
You won't pickle my brains in brine
No you won't get me not this time
Verse 2
So started workin for the local news
I was a gofer with a camera crew
The producer he didn't like my face.
I asked him why we didn't tell the whole truth
And he said "no-one wants to hear your views
Where's my coffee? That's what we pay you for"
Chorus 2
So this is where I draw the line
You won't pickle my brains in brine
No you won't get me not this time
You won't pickle my brains in brine
No this is where I draw the line
Mid
Verse 3
Now I'm working in a government house
I'm meant to stop the truth from leaking out
What can I say? I'm not so good at my job
Yeh it's important that we know everything
When we're informed we form an opinion
Not just something we think we're meant to say
Chorus 3
This is where I draw the line
You won't pickle my brains in brine
No you won't get me not this time
You won't pickle my brains in brine
The truth will out yeh no more lyin'
You won't pickle my brains in brine
No this is where I draw the line.
© Dermot O'Leary 2006
|
||||
2. |
Comfort Food
03:01
|
|||
|
Verse 1
I have no love
But I have comfort food
To think about while I'm at work
A highlight of the day
A little bite to keep me alive
And help to ease the pain
Verse 2
I don't do drugs
Now I have comfort food
It's a safer bet although more fat
Cotton wools my bones
Chocolate's my narcotic
Potato chips they
Keep me safe and warm
Mid
My salivation over alimentation
Shows no dignity
But I find salvation in alimentation
Don't you know it comforts me
Outro
It's the little things
In life that make
It worth putting up with the shit
A little bite keeps me alive
And helps to ease the pain.
© Dermot O’Leary 2008
|
||||
3. |
Little Wings
03:05
|
|||
|
Verse 1
There’s a nest in a tree
And the fuckin birds are laughing down at me
What do they know what I go through
No they don’t know what it feels like to be me
They build their nests
Where we can’t get
And mock us all
Accordingly
Just wait til I
Get my hands
On their little wings
Verse 2
They sing their songs for far too long
Why can’t they let it rest and let me sing my piece?
My songs of pain, songs of rain
Why can’t they just let me be miserable in peace
My heart is broke
My dog is dead
And I can’t get
A wink of sleep
Just wait til I
Get my hands
On their little wings
Mid
They live so naturally
And they don’t have to think
About where everything’s goin
They just get on with it
Verse 3
My little beaked, beaked cousins
How do you manage to take it all on the chin?
Is it the trips away each year
You get to holiday and you don’t pollute the air
Is that the key
To harmony
With the world
And everything?
You telling me
I should get my hands
On some little wings?
Just wait til I
Get my hands
On those little wings!
© Dermot O’Leary 2007
|
||||
4. |
Business Is Business
03:00
|
|||
|
Verse 1
First store was founded back in 1897
By my father’s father’s pa
He’d married into it – it had become obsession
His love for her a simple ploy
They sold it all yeh from
Kitchen stoves to garters
The latest fads and the latest trends
And how you got it, how you sold it didn’t matter
The ends justify the means
Verse 2
Then Grandad Jack took it to another level
Opened stores at each end of town
He had the squatters taken out and relocated
Before he had their homes razed to the ground
He told them all yeh that
They would be looked after
And compensated for the loss
But once the stores were built promises didn’t matter
The end justifies the means
Mid
Business is business
That’s just the way it goes
If you get caught in the crossfire
Prepare for bullet holes
Verse 3
So next my daddy did some trade with out-of-towners
A bunch of snakes hiding in the grass
Who wouldn’t tell him the origin of their plunder
He didn’t wanna know and he didn’t ask
He told me son yeh there’s only
One thing that really matters
The pursuit of more of everything
Lesson you must learn is that
If it’s good for profits
The ends justify the means
Business is business
That’s the way it is
Even if it hurts some
That get in the way
Business is business
That’s the way it is
That’s the way it is.
© Dermot O’Leary 2008
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
Verse 1
What if I told you I’ll die tomorrow?
Would you be nicer now?
Would you listen to me or look right through me
Of no use any more?
What if I died?
Would you pay your respects?
Would you even cry?
Would it make a difference
If I wasn’t here for you to grind me down?
Verse 2
What if I was to die tomorrow?
Would you tell everyone
That you’d just ignore me til you’d need something
Knowing that I would oblige?
Or would you lie?
And invent some stories
About all the times
That we were in synch
And not tectonic plates always colliding?
Verse 3
What if I said I’ll die tomorrow?
Would you regret how you’ve been?
Would you say you didn’t mean
To treat me so so mean?
You’d never have done it if you knew.
So what if you did?
Do you think I would change my will..?
© Dermot O’Leary 2010
|
||||
6. |
We Make Our Own
03:14
|
|||
|
Verse 1
We want to hide
From the Evil Eye
Out of sight
Of the dollar sign
We want to live
Where marketing
Isn’t profiling
Everyone and Everything
Chorus 1
Keep your forms
And keep all your mailing lists
Keep yourself to yourself
We don’t want
Your pre-packaged lifestyle tips
Keep them all – We Make Our Own
Verse 2
We want to dance
To our homemade beats
Pots and Pans
Tell everyone you meet
Clapping of hands
And stomping of feet
Cancel your plans for once
And just be free
Chorus 2
Leave those forms
And leave all the callback lists
Leave some time for yourself
We don’t want
To give in to your rules and regs
Fuck them all – We Make Our Own
We Make Our Own, We Make Our Own, We Make Our Own,
Verse 3
We won’t need
To ask permission please
Proof of identity
Or a guarantee
We won’t be defined
By designer brands
Coz we’ll make our clothes
With our own 2 hands
Chorus 3
We’ve no forms
Or hard-to-get-on guestlists
We just want you for yourself
We just want
To escape from the pre-packed gigs
We don’t need it – We Make Our Own
We Make Our Own (x8)
© Dermot O’Leary 2010
|
||||
7. |
Shortcut Thru' The Park
03:20
|
|||
|
Verse 1
The city is moving too fast.
They say there's no dignity in finishing last.
The traffic is wrecking my head.
Feels like an overpass is undergoing contruction
Over my bed.
Chorus 1
So let's not go into work
Or at least be late.
Let's jump around the open space.
Just think about it - what's the worst
That could happen us?
We can take a shortcut thru the park.
Verse 2
The summer is moving too fast.
No we can't sleep no more
Or take a break on the grass.
We haven't spoken since we got new jobs.
Let's not attend and just pretend we haven't noticed
That old lady's getting robbed.
Chorus 2
In the morning once again you can tell your boss
That you've come down with stomach pains.
And if he sends you home again please don't take the bus.
We can take a shortcut thru the park.
Chorus 3
And in the morning once again I will call you up
And ask you if you can be late.
Just twenty minutes of your time. We can both escape.
We can take a shortcut thru the park.
© Dermot O’Leary 2004
|
||||
8. |
Sucked My Will To Live
03:12
|
|||
|
Verse 1
I've been let down again
Don't let anyone else in
They don't know you
Like you know yourself
They only want to
Suck your will to live
Chorus 1
Just be the fucker
Don't be fucked
Karma will get them
It's tough luck
In the end
Verse 2
I am paying
For someone else's mistake
Mama and Papa
Should have taught them not to break
The rules of honesty
Just tell it like it is
Just say honestly
You're still a fuckin mess
Chorus 2
Just be the fucker
Don't be fucked
Karma will get them
It's tough luck
In the end
Verse 3
I should go
I've had enough of this
They should go
And pick on someone else
All through their live
That's just the way it is
Now that you've learnt it
You just need to practice
Chorus 3
Just be the fucker
Don't be fucked
Karma will get them
It's tough luck
Just be the fucker
Don't be fucked
Karma will get them
It's tough luck
Once again..
Thank you so much
You sucked my will to live..
©Dermot O'Leary 2002
|
||||
9. |
||||
|
Verse 1
I wake up at 7AM
My first thought is of you waking up somewhere without me
Taking up half of your bed
Rolling on over to tell you that you were the best
That I ever had
Oh why do we have to go on like this
You and I would benefit
From spending some time in each other’s beds
You could say that I have a thing for you
Verse 2
Work just has not been the same
Since you infiltrated, emfatuated my brain
My boss says he has to complain
‘Coz my ‘work has suffered, scuppered the chances
That we will make progressive sales
Oh why do you have to go on like this?’
He says that I would benefit
From spending some time sorting out my head
You could say that I have a thing for you
Verse 3
I’ve already named all our kids
Each one a variation of the names of the places
Where we’ve morphed into a kiss
Unable to let go of the other one
In the fear we’ll never meet again
Oh why do we have to go on like this
You and I would benefit
From spending more time in each other’s hair
You could say that I have a thing for you
© Dermot O’Leary 2005
|
||||
10. |
Winter Of Discontent
03:15
|
|||
|
Verse 1
It’s dark when I rise and when I get home
So I turn on the standard lamp
‘Coz the fluorescent lights at work kill my soul
And I leave the building sapped of life
You light a fire to cheer me up
I say ‘I like it’ but I still look glum
Now is the winter of discontent
Verse 2
It’s usually cold so we stay indoors
And if it’s not we tend to talk about
How global warming is affecting us all
We should have heeded all the warning signs
Yeh I am grateful for all that we have
But all my rainbows turn to shades of black
During this winter of discontent
Mid
And Christmas comes
And Christmas goes
And then comes on
Those January blues
And I don’t know
Why I feel this way
But I do
Anyway…..
Verse 3
A new year should bring plenty of hope
But it’s no different than the year before
Just a different number on the year of the date
Of the bills that flood through your front door
I’ve given up trying trying to figure out why
I can’t find the bright side of this darkened time
Now is the winter of discontent
Now is the winter of discontent
© Dermot O’Leary 2006
|
||||
Always Someone Watching Ireland
Music from the people behind Alanalda and Ican Ican't
Always Someone Watching recommends:
Theatre Of War
by The Evening Watch
I sometimes moonlight as guitarist and vocalist with this lot... well worth investigating... very different to Alanalda and Ican Ican't.. but in a good way!
go to album
Sing Up For The Boys In Green
by Indiecater Records
Ican Ican't contributed a track to this wonderful compilation by Indiecater Records... the theme being the Irish football / soccer team - in anticipation of this year's Euro 2012 tournament.
go to albumIf you like The Year Of The Stat, you may also like:
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 18, 2013
go to album
Sharp, smart lyrics set to ’60s rock melodies, the latest from Daily Worker is the sound of yesterday with a contemporary edge.
go to album
These indie-pop tunes are created from fan requests to write songs about their loved ones.
go to album
Dreamy psych-pop from this Bay Area artist with a dazzling array of synths cradling buoyant vocal melodies.
go to album
