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Act My Age

grannyconlon — Mon, 13 Dec 2010 15:20:28 +0000

Anything Can Happen

grannyconlon — Mon, 21 Aug 2006 00:34:29 +0100

Anything Can Happen

There’s a captured past
Hidden photographs
Days that I spent with you
It’s an age-old game
A half-remembered name
When nothing could be further from the truth

But the truth is always there
Claim it was a casual affair
Make it look like you don’t care

Baby Jesus

grannyconlon — Tue, 22 May 2007 19:56:21 +0100

BABY JESUS

Built in a brick shed
Covered in a cloth, she said
‘Baby Jesus strap it to your heart
Make it like you mean it make it like a work of art’
Timed to precision and made to tear a man apart
And his feet hit the pavement as she whispered ‘Baby Jesus’

Baby Jesus

grannyconlon — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 17:11:17 +0100

BABY JESUS

Blue

grannyconlon — Mon, 21 Aug 2006 00:34:27 +0100

Blue

What’s the chances that I’d see you here
After all this time, all these years
Seems like only yesterday I was holding you
Are you someone else’s sweetheart now
Do you still hang out with the same old crowd
Everybody else has settled down with somebody

White in a chiffon dress trimmed in lace
Bright in the midday sun
Blue is the colour that I see on you
Blue just seeing you

And I won’t remind you
What you left behind you
Rain on your parade

Boomtown

grannyconlon — Tue, 22 May 2007 19:56:22 +0100

BOOMTOWN

Sun and celebration come running down my road
Echoing the mood I’m in
I’m always failing and I always seek to win
There’s only so much that I can fake
And there is nothing that is holding you on

You’re colder than an April shower
I saw outsiders wanting to belong
These things keep me hanging on

In a boomtown
What blows up must fall down
Stinging like an angel hitting a wall
In a boomtown
What blows up must fall down
Stinging like a backside in some old fashioned rodeo

Boomtown

grannyconlon — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 17:11:19 +0100

BOOMTOWN

You’re colder than an April shower
I saw outsiders wanting to belong
These things keep me hanging on

In a boomtown
What blows up must fall down
Stinging like an angel hitting a wall
In a boomtown
What blows up must fall down
Stinging like a backside in some old fashioned rodeo

Breakdown

grannyconlon — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 18:27:58 +0100

Breakdown

(lyrics to follow soon)

Car Crash at 80 MPH

grannyconlon — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 17:11:18 +0100

CAR CRASH AT 80 MPH

A gaunt stranger called me a name
I turned around and he called me again
He followed me and watched while I walked
Looked at me and smiled when I talked

Whispered turn it up and increase the power
Like a car crash at 80 mph
Turn it up and increase the power
Like a car crash at 80 mph

And all those stunts I pulled to make me safe
Just crushed and crumpled up within an instant
And all those destinations not yet reached
Are torched and set alight out in the distance

Car Crash At 80 MPH (Glastonbury 1993)

grannyconlon — Tue, 22 May 2007 16:57:51 +0100

CAR CRASH AT 80 MPH

A gaunt stranger called me a name
I turned around and he called me again
He followed me and watched while I walked
Looked at me and smiled when I talked

Whispered turn it up and increase the power
Like a car crash at 80 mph
Turn it up and increase the power
Like a car crash at 80 mph

And all those stunts I pulled to make me safe
Just crushed and crumpled up within an instant
And all those destinations not yet reached
Are torched and set alight out in the distance

Carrickfergus (Tom Dunne Session 2003)

grannyconlon — Tue, 22 May 2007 16:57:51 +0100

I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over the deepest ocean
Just to seem love again

But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over
Nor have I the wings to fly
I wish I could meet a handsome boatman
To carry me o'er my love to see

In Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone as black as ink
With gold and silver I did support her
But I’ll sing no more till I have a drink

Well I’m drunk today and I’m seldom sober
A handsome rover from town to town
But I am sick now and my days are numbered
Come all ye young men and lay me down

Change

grannyconlon — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 17:55:12 +0100

Change

It’s late but not too late
You should know better than that
You’re on fire without even knowing
I’m on the street saying things I’ll probably regret
It’s just a way to get you going
Hey, running like rivers in the rain
Every time I see your face
There are some things that you should never explain
Stand up, slow down and help to make me

Change, change, change
Take a ride right ‘round the corner
It’s insane, sane, sane
All I need is nothing on earth

Change

grannyconlon — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 20:06:50 +0100

Change

It's late, but not too late
You should know better than that
You're on fire without even knowing
I'm on the street
Saying things I'll probably regret
It's just a way to get you going
Hey, running like rivers in the rain
Every time I see your face
There are some things
That you should never explain
Stand up, slow down & help to make me

Change, change, change
Take a ride right 'round the corner
I'ts insane, sane, sane
All I need is nothing on earth

Come Alive

grannyconlon — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 17:55:11 +0100

Come Alive

You make me come alive
You make me come alive
You make me come alive
You make me come alive

The lift opens on floor one
And you pump your walkman to shut out everyone
And the car is waiting there to strap you in
And bring you home

You make me come alive
You make me come alive
You make me come alive
You make me come alive

Underneath the web you’ve spun
You can watch it all on a camcorder re-run
When every little risk you take
Is the person you’ve become

Coming Home

grannyconlon — Mon, 13 Dec 2010 15:20:35 +0000

Disconnected

grannyconlon — Mon, 21 Aug 2006 00:34:30 +0100

Disconnected

I’ve got to get my thoughts collected
Slipping through the days
Throwing caution to the wind
All I feel is disconnected
There’s panic in the air
And I’m out here on a limb
I wanna be with you, yeah
I wanna be with you, yeah
I wanna see right through you, yeah
I wanna be with you

Dive in the River

grannyconlon — Mon, 21 Aug 2006 00:34:26 +0100

Dive in the River

There are moments when I catch a glimpse
Of something perfect
But I’m so distracted that I barely notice
I can truly say this time
I’m completely focused
Hit between the eyes

A lover’s kiss that says that
They’re prepared to risk it all
A boat that’s set adrift
And headed for a waterfall
A narrow miss
An instant hit
A shot of alcohol

Drag My Bad Name Down

grannyconlon — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 15:06:54 +0100

DRAG MY BAD NAME DOWN

Corrine I want no opinion from you
Was it fun or just a bad thing to do
And while you play, I’m waiting for the day
I’ll find some way to make you pay

But then you come and you pull me around
(Drag my bad name down)
Would Jesus pull me around
(Drag my bad name down)
Would Jesus pull me around
(Drag my bad name down)
I need some food, some sleep
Some company to keep
The sun, some shade
A word and a will made

Drag My Bad Name Down

grannyconlon — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 20:06:47 +0100

Drag My Bad Name Down

Corrine, I want no opinion from you
Was it fun or just a bad thing to do
& while you play, I'm waiting for the day
I'll find some way to make you pay

Pull me 'round, drag my bad name down
Pull me 'round, drag my bad name down
I need some food, some sleep, some company to keep
The sun, some shade, a word & a will made

As for drink, my cabinet's open wide
I'll take anything that gets me a bit wild
In truth, good fortune sets me free
Would vengeance make a killer of me

Fingerprints

grannyconlon — Tue, 05 Sep 2006 17:55:13 +0100

Fingerprints

(instrumental)

Flesh and Bone

grannyconlon — Mon, 21 Aug 2006 00:34:31 +0100

Flesh and bone

Flesh and bone
We stand alone
We may come together sometimes
But we are on our own
Scattered diamonds shining in the sun
Sparkle and then gone

Our special gifts, fingerprints
Our weakness, the way we kiss

We stand alone
A river flowing back home
Carries us along
To mix with salt and stone
Flesh and bone

Flick-knife

grannyconlon — Tue, 22 May 2007 19:56:22 +0100

Flick-Knife

She walks down in stockings to the courtroom judge
She'd like to kiss the attendant but her make-up would smudge
Her hands were shaking and her arm was bruised
She never thought she'd have so much to lose
She smiles, she smiles like a flick-knife

She wears cheap earrings and her dress is cut
Her care-free lipstick is as red as blood
I'd like to go and talk to her but I know I'd choke
I'd like to ask her out but you know I'm broke
She smiles, she smiles like a flick-knife