Dublin Saunter - Aoife Scott, Róisín O & Danny O'Reilly

Dastardly a bastard Drastically attracted to the casper Classically I'm acting daft at all the flatter But that ain't even half of what I'm after As of now the sound is laughter Add an "s" in front that it's a disaster The faster I adapt the better apt I am for later The craft ain't nothin major They can take it twice a day just for the flavor Take away the need to cater like a waiter Maybe make a savior outta clay to Pray away to days that ain't in favor But I'll take it anyway, I'm in a pickle I'm outta scythes so now I'm here equipping with a sickle A risky pick, the little trick to keep Is strictly sticking to your feet Then gravity'll do it's thing If it's that simple At least I figured The quickest way to be a winner Is to lose at everything until it mathematically swings in delivered Something better than you're given Sick of livin', yeah I get it But tomorrow holds the key to something different And in an instant It's all been fixed or it's a figment To let it set a level in you's like the devil getting in religion It's the mission that's important Give a listen you'll enjoy it Take a shit on it I promised something I won't be affordin' To the metal I'll be floorin' Petals flutterin' in orange Yellow settle in the nestle of a set of trestled colored pencils Stenciled in a bridge to build the amplest connection Shit is reckless Still my best if I would reckon And now ascension I'm sending missiles out upon you They're raining down arrays of clouds All laced with sound, a monsoon A monster's paradise A loch that's growing thick with parasites Apparently my pair have deviated far and outta sight But even when the mounted knights come out at night The man in my own psyche's like I might as well now stand and fight I'm stranded, well it's only life I only got a folding knife My lonely strife is showing fright A growing sight A closing light But every tunnel Will bright upon its own conclusion The art of delusion can be disputed By the few that truly do it Me? I'm fluent Calm confusion Call Confucius He can prove it too The two of you can talk about your prudence Just let me do this I only got about a minute But in it I'm fixin' to be distinguished Separated from my privilege It's a test to put the rest of my new talent to purpose But if I said it then it had to be worth it With death I'm flirtin' I'm tryna get up in that skirt and work my magic To avert a life that's nothing more tragic But just to have it has to have a meaning to it too It can't be flaccid Guess that's why I buy a pill to make it massive Then lose it, Atkins It's proven hapless by a half of the presence If no one's gonna then I'm glad that I said it I got a massive headache In fact I attribute it to my own attributes Spit back rebukes To mass of fools And askin' you What that shit do I got a 'Nother mother fuckin' reason for bein' And only now do I believe to be seein' I'm Moses parting the sea and I'm only tryna bring my people to freedom To sequels maybe even some to part three and My thinking leans like architectures in Pisa With freezers packed with popsicle squeezers To take us seeking back to these nostalgiaful seasons With barbeques by the beaches I'd sit in classes with teachers Look at girls' asses Clap at magic shows and laugh for no reason The faster the seasons be turning into latter day evenings The more it does seem that I must be leavin' For the time being But please believe me, if I could I would stay If only just for a day But I won't make you pay the rate of my own fatal mistake So I must be on my way And may the rain then be delayed so you can stay contained within your parade Don't take too long to learn your life could be worth it Bask in the light, and baby Simba Don't forget to stay away from the shade

After our affair I swore that I'd leave Dublin And in that line I'd left behind The years, the tears, the memories and you In Dublin At the quays friends come and say farewell We'd laugh and joke and smoke And later on the boat I'd cry over you In Dublin How can I leave the town that brings me down That has no jobs Is blessed by God And makes me cry Dublin And at sea with flowing hair I'd think of Dublin Of Grafton Street and Derby Square And those for whom I really care and you In Dublin

I wished I was in Austin in the Chili Parlor Bar Drinking Mad Dog Margaritas and not caring where you are But here I sit in Dublin just rolling cigarettes Holding back and choking back the shakes with every breath So forgive me all my anger, forgive me all my faults There's no need to forgive me for thinking what I thought I loved you from the get go, and I'll love you 'til I die I loved you on the Spanish Steps the day you said goodbye I am just a poor boy, work's my middle name If money was a reason, well, I would not be the same But I'll stand up and be counted, I'll face up to the truth I'll walk away from trouble, but I can't walk away from you So forgive me all my anger, forgive me all my faults There's no need to forgive me for thinking what I thought I loved you from the get go, and I'll love you 'til I die I loved you on the Spanish Steps the day you said goodbye I have been to Fort Worth, and I have been to Spain I have been too proud to come in out of the rain I have seen the David, I've seen the Mona Lisa too I have heard Doc Watson play, "Columbus Stockade Blues" So forgive me all my anger, forgive me all my faults There's no need to forgive me for thinking what I thought I loved you from the get go, and I'll love you 'til I die I loved you on the Spanish Steps the day you said goodbye Well I wished I was in Austin, hmm, in the Chili Parlor Bar Drinking Mad Dog Margaritas and not caring where you are Thank y'all very much It's Guy Clark Thanks very much, I had a great time

Joyful mystery, the birth of our Lord... This night our Lady and St. Joseph was going up to get registered and, um, They were going down the road and they met this man and he said, "Have you any room?" and he said, "No, but there's an old stable over there that I owned, if yous want to go into it." And they went over and the Lord came down from the heaven at twelve o'clock and loads of beautiful angels was with them, and when they were walkin'... I walk the streets of Dublin town, it's eighteen forty-two It's snowing on this Christmas Eve, think I'll beg another bob or two I'll huddle in this doorway here 'Til someone comes along If the lamp lighter comes real soon Maybe I'll go home with him Maybe I can find a place I can call my home Maybe I can find a home I can call my own These three wise kings, um, they were all from different countries. And they always used to look up at the sky and they looked up this night and saw this beautiful star up in the sky. And when they were going they all meeted together and they had to pass King Herod's, not that we much care for him. And they went in and he said, "Where ye goin' with yer best stitches on ye?" The horses on the cobbled stones go by, think I'll get one, one fine day And ride into the countryside and very far away But now as the daylight disappears I best find a place to sleep Think I'll slip into the bell tower In the church just down the street Maybe I can find a place I can call my home Maybe I can find a home I can call my own And they said, "Did you not hear the news?" and say he says, "What news?" He says, "This day the Savior is born." And he says to them, "When you find him come back and tell me 'cause I want to go and adore him too." And he was only coddin' them. He wanted to kill him and when they were going, they stopped and they said, "Surely not this old stable that our King is born in. We were expecting a palace." Maybe on the way I'll find the dog I saw the other night And tuck him underneath my jacket So we'll stay warm through the night And as we lie in the bell tower high And dream of days to come The bells o'er head will call the hours The day we will find a home Maybe I can find a place I can call my home Maybe I can find a home I can call my own Maybe I can find a place I can call my home Maybe I can find a home I can call my own There was these shepherds and shepherds are fellas that mind The foals and cows and sheeps and little lambs and all and, um, They hears this beautiful music up in the sky and they were wondering what was so fun. An angel disappated them and he said, "I was wonderin' what was so fun" And he said ye, and he said, "The savior is born. If yous want to go see him, follow that star up in the sky," and it was a beautiful star.