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I stumbled into Merrion tow to listen to a tune. I fought my way down Grafton by the rising of the moon. I sat on the floor of my poxy room just me and the BBC eating bachelorâs beans out of the tin, thereâs nothing here for me. And a rovinâ you will go. You are not the one she wants. You are just a ghost from an evening haunt and a rovinâ you will go. And you wish that she would stay for now your day is empty and itâs just another day. I put my pen to paper but thereâs nothing to be said. I might as well be in the desert with a turban on my head. I could go to Trader Johnâs or I could shower and could shave. I could go on up to Wicklow and throw a rose on Ronnieâs grave. I drank until my bones shook and gathered all my pay. I stood outside the locked up bar along the bachelorâs quay. I had absolutely forgotten that it was Christmas day and now thereâs nothing open and thereâs nothing left to say. And itâs only Christmas day. And itâs just St. Stephenâs day.
- Album:
- Smash The Windows
- The Emerald City
- On a Fine Spring Evening
- The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death
- Communication And Conviction: Last Seven Years
- The First League Out From Land (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Purgatory
- Long Dim Road
- Agony
- The First League Out from Land
- Emerald City
- Sons of Anarchy: Season 3
- Communication & Conviction: Last Seven Years
- Communication and Conviction
- On a Fine Spring Morning