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Death to Lie Ins

by Lie Ins

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Dana S.
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Dana S. There are two things guaranteed to pull me out of a foul mood: mariachi music, and this album. Favorite track: I Really Feel The Feelings I Feel.
Captain A
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Captain A highly recommend. I drive through co. mayo a lot. it works.
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1.
Cold Comfort 02:25
Well you and I been killing each other Each day the storm before the storm Love I’m sure we could do better Than rub two pennies together To try and make the house get warm Our girls will feel the brunt of indifference Why should we sit here being so tame? It's more than just a trifle I want to get a rifle And go root out the ones to blame When some mealy-mouthed teacher from Limerick Says we’re getting through it by degrees Well that feels like distraction to me Cold comfort! Make no mistake about it You’re a slave and you’ve been consigned And with no recourse for aggression We’re just teaching them a lesson You can fool all the people all the time When some mealy-mouthed teacher from Mayo Says we’re better off down on our knees Well that feels like a cop-out to me Cold comfort! Don’t tell us, all you greasy fumblers, we gotta scrimp and save I won’t be happy till you’re with O’Leary in the grave Insist that we’re all in this together Declare that you don’t despise us But this pain is gonna linger You’ll have blood on your fingers Before you even realise this When some plane-plugging prick in the papers Says “You don’t like it? you can always leave!” Well that feels like gunpoint to me Cold comfort!
2.
Damien Wall it's not your fault That you have a head like a loaf of bread Or that we were nestled in the corner When you came in and found me on her And when you hit me with the tennis racquet - the bouncy part, it flipped back And it hit you in Your shin Not sure when, but that's when I ran Well don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry You'll marry young and you'll marry well Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry You'll marry young and you'll marry well Frankie Thornton you got no warning Lost your head, got a haystack instead Here we are at 18, things seem pretty normal Here we are at 19 - where's your marbles? At 24 you talked to the door At 32 they're talking back to you What to do? What to do? Find some poor woman and drive her mental too? Well don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry You'll marry young and you'll marry well Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry You'll marry young and you'll marry well I'll be a whirl in another world Eating out with vegetarian girls Those sincere smiles and those tied-back curls I'll think often of you Damien Wall it's not your fault That your head's an oversized, empty vault I heard you run a mini empire So really, who's the winner here? Well I heard she's to die for, she's a keeper, a lifer A little bird told me too that you want to knife her Makes me wonder what you'd need a wife for but you married young so what the hell Well don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry You'll marry young and you'll marry well Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry You'll marry young and you'll marry well I'll be a whirl in another world Eating out with vegetarian girls Those freckled faces and those tied-back curls I'll think often of you
3.
We were born into corduroy Like you were born into money We were the fools reading J.K. Toole And not knowing why it was funny Was it our fault we drank liver salts Instead of pop when our grandma forgot 'em? And while the bottom fell out of your world The world fell out of our bottoms I met you in the old Crane bar Flirting on some old man's knee I was disarmed by your busty charm; You liked the mouthy side of me We drank beer for what seemed like two New Years' And you pulled on my cracker And left me there with my tea-towel hair Getting boxed and returned by two knackers I wouldn't be seen in those pre-faded jeans You acted like someone had hit you But that's as it should be: you're damaged goods And I'm not the tool to fix you The sun shone in the airport hall As you put a planet between us And Dad said "Mike, I think you'll be all right" As I stood there holding my weakness
4.
The Low Men 03:02
We’re the low men Waiting down in the trenches We’re only waiting for the end Or waiting to get really really really really… We’re the low men Spend the summer doing nothing Eating beans out of tins We’re just waiting to get really really really really We won’t put you in the bad books If you feed us your free lunch We’ll be your low men Your tie-wearing foot men And you can be our Mongolian generals We’re the low men Ludwig van’s in the Iveagh Gardens But you don’t need to listen when the big clock’s ticking And you’re waiting to get really really really really We’re the low men Pissing in the alleys on the weekend Waving jacks in masses as old Lizzie passes And we’re hoping she’ll see us, see us, see us And give us her respect! So we can one day rise again We’ll be your low men Our heads down until then If you’ll be our Mongolian generals We’re the low men Down where ideas go to die But till then, entertain us Where's my thumb? Up my anus 'Cause we’re waiting to get really really really really Drunk
5.
I hide my love in evening time When lasers shoot from her green eyes I glance at her oblique profile And take a walk out in the evening light I met her when my heart was sore And her voice was a soft chainsaw The thickest thorns around me grew They cut her skin, they cut me too And then once more at some stiff black-tie occasion Which I assumed was on for mental outpatients Some dead-eyed doctor and his pasty spouse We zipped their lips and slipped off to her house And then a third time at a president's lunch Things were now getting to the crunch A gentle voice among the cacophony A gentle voice that said "You'd best to phone me" I hide my love like I just said Among old artifacts and human heads I glance at her oblique profile The TV flickers and the world rolls by
6.
Well I’ve read Descartes and the Bertrand Russell One lacked heart and the other, muscle I’ve read Sam Beckett and Jimmy Joyce (‘though I must admit that I had no choice) With all these Irish solutions to Irish problems It makes me feel like I haven’t got one So much for sneering at wasted youth And the search for universal truth Universal truth! I’ve performed the rites and the old ablutions I’ve fished with prayers and I’ve caught confusion I’ve felt the fervour of my fellow man It made me want to annex the Sudetenland And find universal truth! There is no truth for you, working man You shut your mouth and take your medicine How’s that now? Have you had enough? Well here’s one in the teeth and one in the guts You bent my will and you forced compliance Will you steal our cadavers for modern science? Hey, buy me a drink, maybe get to know me Before you explore my an-a-to-my For universal truth! Get thee behind me thoughts of sin I need to take my medicine Life’s hard, it can get kind of rough When you take one in the teeth and one in the guts Bring me your old and your decomposing They’re sure to have stories so true and moving And - fine with home-truths or truth that’s personal - I only want stuff that’s universal Universal truth! Come out now, come from your doors I need to hear your engines roar Unload your mind, unlock your tongue Or is it too late, and have I been here too long?
7.
I really feel the feelings I feel They come from somewhere in the depths of me As tangible as tangible could be I'm not speaking metaphorically So hold onto me like a silver locket I just want you to love me like a box of chocolates You're gonna love me like a box of chocolates You really feel the feelings you feel Of course you do; you're no different than me They're right there in your chest, physically Don't let the world tell you differently So believe me that you make me shake and shudder I just want you to love me like a baby brother You're gonna love me like a baby brother doo doo doo We really feel the feelings we feel They shine out from us incandescently Don't let them tell you it's invalid or cheap Don't let the world tell you differently So be Slim Pickens and I'll be your rocket I just want you to love me like a box of chocolates You're gonna love me like a box of chocolates
8.
I walked back to the classroom where I found A thousand thank you letters on the ground And I could nearly hear the laughter and the football sounds And the thank you letters strewn across the ground “Thank you for the Soundings For the rope that you allowed me For your heart of lego pieces For the dropping to your kneeses For the drool and knuckle-dragging For the lolling and the gagging For the promise you’d be my friend We all had a good laugh at that back then” Oh but Margaret Margaret watching handball Leaning forward on her knees I remember every little nuance Margaret, we could be friends so nice I could give you such good advice On those skinny little lads with the self-esteem problems Now I walk back to the old pitch where I’ve found A thousand thank you letters on the ground And I can nearly hear the whispers where the crows peck dry ground And the thank you letters strewn across the ground “Thank you for your shoulders We stood on them proudly Until they sank so low And then we stood on some others Thank you for your hard work Although we didn’t need it It has made good landfill So thank you, thank you, thank you, good man” Oh but Margaret Margaret watching football Leaning forward on her knees I remember every little nuance Margaret, how come you never voiced it I heard you got hoisted By some skinny little fella with a self-esteem problem Oh but Margaret Margaret watching football Leaning forward on her knees I remember every little nuance Oh well Margaret How come I never voiced it Back when you got hoisted By some skinny little fella with a self-esteem problem
9.
Hand in your thumbs, hand in your thumbs I’m just your average sinner I’m sitting in the corner here, chewing on crumbs And pretending it’s a four-course dinner I get good exercise, eat my greens Make conversation in the work canteen Then sit here farting beside this machine And that’s my life, it’s obscene Hand in your thumbs, hand in your thumbs They won’t be required when Armageddon comes I’m gonna drive like fire into oblivion Like a living, breathing, thinking Homo sapien I don’t wanna hear about the shows you missed Or your stupid pain in your stupid wrist Who d’you think you are, the Count of Monte Christo? All you need’s a pay check and an ass to kiss, oh All you need’s a pay check and an ass to kiss All you need’s a pay check and an ass to kiss “Oh no the low-fat milk’s all gone” I hope you die with your underpants on And me at number one in your schizo list Me at number one in your schizo list Hand in your thumbs, hand in your thumbs They won’t be required when Armageddon comes I’m gonna drive like fire into oblivion Like a living, breathing, thinking Homo sapien Like Lemurs we stare and like meer cats we stand Craning and straining – some day we’ll be that man With notches on his belt! Hand in your thumbs, hand in your thumbs I want the full sandwich, not your stinking crumbs I’m gonna drive like fire into oblivion Like a living, breathing, thinking Homo sapien Homo sapien!
10.
Your political views? They have no significance. (C’mon out of bed! Get your feet out of bed!) Your shame and your anger? It’s completely irrelevant. (C’mon out of bed! Get your feet out of bed!) The voice of the people? Cop on, there is no choice at all. Death to Lie Ins! You can raise yourself up in the hope they consider you (We’re finished with the news, we’re finished with the TV!) But don’t be surprised if they tar and they feather you (Wake up! Wake up! Get your feet out of bed!) And don’t you know that love will never ever leave you alone? Death to lie-ins!
11.
County Mayo 04:12
On the deck of Paddy Lynch’s boat I’m feeling only sorrow Sighing through the dark night and weeping by the day-o Since my mind has closed in and I’m far from all my loved ones Oh my God, how I long for you, County Mayo I met up with a sergeant in the day, he was in plain clothes I thought it would be good for me, a young man going solo Well he filled me up with whisky and he gave a gun to guard me But I’d be better off back home in County Mayo County Mayo, county Mayo Only for my mother passed on, I’d have been okay-o But with the law and all my drinking My bones would soon be sinking Here in Santa Cruz, not home in county Mayo I am owed one thousand seven hundred fifty euro I would go demanding it but into gaol I’d be thrown They’d lock me up for debt They’d put chains around my neck And I’d never see again my county Mayo County Mayo, county Mayo I’d a bottle in each hand, I had a woman on each elbow But with the law and all my drinking My bones would soon be sinking In some distant land, not home in county Mayo Until the day Knockcroghery goes visit Abhainn Mor Until the grass gets off its ass and herds the cattle home Until Twelve Pins, they split in ten and out of them pour gold I will see no more again my county Mayo County Mayo, county Mayo I’d a bottle in each hand, I had a woman on each elbow But with the law and all my drinking My bones would soon be sinking In some distant land, not home in county Mayo

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released February 2, 2013

Lie Ins are Mike and Ruan. All songs by M Stevens. Recorded by Fiachra McCarthy.

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Lie Ins are Mike, Ruan and Mark. We've had one album called Death to Lie Ins, which was amazing. We've released a bunch of singles, which are all even more amazing. Check them all out. If we continue on this trajectory, I dunno, beatification has to be on the cards. ... more

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