Another Fine Mess Lyrics

Another Fine Mess (2015)

Red Gold & Green

Reggae is the pallet that I paint with
Red, Gold and green
Talking about the things I bear witness to
On and off the Liffey’s quays

I’m not Jamaican
Dublin born and bred
I don’t wanna be a natty dread
I’m not a Rastaman and I have no God
I Am, what I Am, I Am

Reggae is the pallet that I paint with
Red, Gold and green
Talking about the things I bear witness to
On and off the Liffey’s quays

I just wanna sing
’cause this groove sure moves me
I got this thing, doesn’t look like leaving
Got a snotty nose and pasty skin
I Am, what I Am, I Am

Reggae is the pallet that I paint with
Red, Gold and green
Talking about the things I bear witness to
On and off the Liffey’s quays

I’m not Jamaican
Dublin born and bred
I don’t wanna be a natty dread
I’m not a Rastaman and your ears can’t see
I Am, what I Am, I Am

No Bottles, No Milk

So what’s the story Rory, any news?
What’s the craic Jack, anything doing?
It’s been a while now
& all this time done
never fit the crime son
but still we’re the lucky ones

No bottles no milk
what will the neighbours think
No bottles no milk
A nod’s as good as a wink
No bottles no milk
what will the neighbours think

Did you get your knickers back Sharon
You must have bigger fish to fry
You’re just a little wagon
Bring a tear to a glass eye

No bottles no milk
what will the neighbours think
No bottles no milk
A nod’s as good as a wink
No bottles no milk
what will the neighbours think

Did you get the messages in
there’s nothing in the fridge
Your da will be home soon
Are you looking for a dig?

No bottles no milk
what will the neighbours think
No bottles no milk
A nod’s as good as a wink
No bottles no milk
what will the neighbours think


Bored To Tears

You said you liked me and I believed you.
You took my number, you never called
You never called

And there’s me bored to tears
sitting at home pulling the balls of me jumper (sweater, geansai, pullover etc)

And so I waited right by the phone
I wouldn’t answer another call
you never rang
you never rang

And there’s me bored to tears
sitting at home pulling the balls of me jumper

And then I see you, arrange to meet you
My place at nine, there was no sign of you at all
You never called

And there’s me bored to tears
sitting at home pulling the balls of me jumper

So I said fuck this for a game of soldiers
Turned on the telly to watch some programs
There’s nothing on!
There never is.

And there’s me bored to tears
sitting at home pulling the balls of me jumper

Information Overload

In this communication revolution it’s information overload

In my Fathers day they learned what they where taught
Ignorance is bliss they said be still & you will know

In this communication revolution it’s information overload

In those days gone by they learned what they where told
Check this out, theses days we’re just one click away…and search.

In this communication revolution it’s information overload

The more I learn, the more I know, the less I understand
The more I learn, the more I know, the less I understand

Hooked On 45’s

Turn it on, in the mood
put the needle in the groove
seven inches that’s all it is
three minutes & I get my thrills

I’m hooked on 45’s
Don’t like my music, don’t like my music
don’t like my music digitalized

See I’ve been doing this since I was young
must have started around nine or ten
I’m so happy all alone
Studio One, Treasure Isle & 2Tone

I’m hooked on 45’s
Don’t like my music, don’t like my music
don’t like my music digitalized

I love the feel, i love the look
all the others aint up to much
who wants treble, I want bass
I want snap, crackle, pop in my face

I’m hooked on 45’s
Don’t like my music, don’t like my music
don’t like my music digitalized


 

Blame It On The Weather

You say to me, yeah well whatever
and I say to you, blame it on the weather

Through rain or sleet or snow
we’ve got a place to go
to wash our cares away
to brighten up our day
And if you see me there
grab yourself a chair
we’ll down a load of stout
and sit there giving out

You say to me, yeah well whatever
and I say to you, blame it on the weather

And if the sun did shine
we’d have to make the time
To find ourselves a place
to soak up those rare rays
And if you see me there
grab yourself a beer
we’ll stay until it’s late
and fall home in a state

You say to me, yeah well whatever
and I say to you, blame it on the weather

And ain’t it good to know
we got a place to wash our cares away
to light up the day

You say to me, yeah well whatever
and I say to you, blame it on the weather


Lazarus

He never died did Lazarus
He’s still walking among us
for more than two thousand years
He’s been here
Seen all there is to be seen
He’s been there
He’s not a happy chap
He never asked for none of that
He’s got a bone to pick with Jesus
He was at peace with his demise
But his closest where upset
So they cheated him of death

Oh poor Lazarus

He never died did Lazarus
He’s still walking among us
for more than two thousand years
He’s been here
Seen all there is to be seen
He’s been there
And now he cannot die
Lord knows he’s tried so many times
And now he wants to ask God why
To him Heaven is denied
Now he wants to ask God why
To him Heaven is denied

Oh poor Lazarus


Another Fine Mess


That’s another fine mess that I find myself in
well I must confess that I’ve never seen it coming

How many time must we turn the corner
to find ourselves back to where we started
How many river do we have to cross
before we see that what we have lost

ooh yeah, oh no
odds stacked high up against us all


Distant Drums

War! I feel a war is coming
can’t you hear the sound of distant drumming
War! I feel a war is coming
World leaders are flexing their muscles

There’s something in the air
something really big
something’s got to give
I think we’re on the brink of a third world war

War! I feel a war is coming
World leaders are flexing their muscles
War! I feel a war is coming
can’t you hear the sound of distant drumming

the stakes a getting high
there’s tension everywhere
just read between the lines
I think we’re on the brink of a third world war

War! I feel a war is coming
can’t you hear the sound of distant drumming
War! I feel a war is coming
World leaders are flexing their muscles
War! I feel a war is coming
Don’t you know that they’ll stop at nothing
War! I feel a war is coming
can’t you hear the sound of distant drumming


Fly on The Wall

Fly on
Fly on
Fly on
Fly on the wall
If I was
if I was

I might see something i don’t like
I might see something that ain’t right
I might see something i don’t like
I might see something that ain’t right

Things to do, people to see
Things to do, people to see


Keyboard Warriors

Take that talk of revolution,
and put it out for the bin man.
You are not revolutionary,
you’re just a keyboard warrior.

See that talk of making a difference,
put you thoughts into action.
No believes a word you say,
as you tap tap tap away.

Calling for a revolution,
while you occupy your living room.
Calling for people to rise up,
while you carry on with what you’re doing.

See that talk of insurrection,
could be doing something constructive.
Get your ass up of the sofa,
and go and put the kettle on.

Calling for a revolution,
while you occupy your living room.
Calling for people to rise up,
while you carry on with what you’re doing.

See that talk of revolution,
no-one believes a word you say.
Safe at home with your solutions,
you’re just a keyboard warrior.

Calling for a revolution,
while you occupy your living room.
Calling for people to rise up,
while you carry on with what you’re doing.

Calling for a revolution,
Calling for a revolution,
Calling for a revolution,
Calling for a revolution…