For Island Fires and Family - Dermot Kennedy

I don't have much to say There's nothing in this name Sorry to disappoint again Nobody pines for the listener A thrill I fail to deliver And whilst I watch in silence You're starting forest fires You start them just to feel the heat And whilst I keep my quiet You're running with the tigers You're running just to run from me The people on this train Already made up their minds about me I can already feel their hate The stranger, his sorrow Must be fault of my own And whilst I watch in silence You're starting forest fires You start them just to feel the heat And whilst I keep my quiet You're running with the tigers You're running just to run from me I don't blame you And I don't blame you And I don't blame you Who would wanna be around me? Who would wanna be around me? Who would wanna be around me?

I painted you a picture Picture full of light Includes a heavy memory Memory so bright I can't change your thoughts, my dear I can't change your fears But if you want, I'll travel near To make it disappear, oh-oh, oh-oh I'll be there in the summer 'Cause your heart isn't safe You won't go, you are not a runner So you won't run away If you could follow your heart gently There wouldn't be this mess Maybe someday, just someday, you'll find a way back Your dreams are incredibly loud tonight You're creating forest fires You can't even change your sight It's stuck in you like a virus I can't change your thoughts, my dear I can't change your fears But if you want, I'll travel near To make it disappear, oh-oh, oh-oh I'll be there in the summer 'Cause your heart isn't safe You won't go, you are not a runner So you won't run away If you could follow your heart gently There wouldn't be this mess Maybe someday, just someday, you'll find a way back Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place except you and me So, set 'em up, Joe, I got a little story I think you should know We're drinkin', my friend, to the end of a brief episode Make it one for my baby and one more for the road I got the routine, put another nickel in the machine Feelin' so bad, wish you'd make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your code Just make it one for my baby and one more for the road You'd never know it but buddy, I'm a kind of poet And I got a lot of things I'd like to say And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me? 'Til it's all talked away Well, that's how it goes and Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear But this torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road The long, it's so long The long, very long

They're there for your first year, they give you your first beer When you get your heart broke, they're there for your worst year Don't get you at all, but your apple don't fall too far from 'em They own too much wicker and drink too much liquor You'd wash your hands of them, but blood's always thicker You might look just like 'em; that don't mean you're like 'em But you love 'em Family is family, in church or in prison You get what you get, and you don't get to pick 'em They might smoke like chimneys, but give you their kidneys Yeah, friends come in handy, but family is family They're there when you're married, divorced and remarried You fall out of touch, but then someone gets buried And you're right back together like no time has ever gone by Can't live with or without 'em; you might talk about 'em But if someone else does, well, then you'll knock 'em out 'cause When it's all said and done, they're the only ones that you got Family is family, in church or in prison You get what you get, and you don't get to pick 'em They might smoke like chimneys, but give you their kidneys Yeah, friends come in handy, but family is family Yeah, family is funny, they'll ask you for money Even though they know you ain't got no money They show up at Christmas, get up in your business They might not be fancy, but family is family You might look just like 'em; that don't mean you're like 'em But you love 'em

The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Between the iron gates of fate The seeds of time were sown And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams? Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying Crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour