attheedgeofireland

[attheedgeofireland]

Third Heineken (Knight of Faith)

By Atticiam & Saibh feat. Snow Patrol

My head is so dazy

I’m so drunk in the hazy

And right now I’m so lazy

I was watching a film by Scorsese

Starring Andrew Garfield and Adam Driver

And I thought of you

A pretty little daisy

I pulled the petals out

What is love about

And I thought I was crazy

I was tiling the grout

I threw the kitchen out

I even thought

Kierkegaard figured it out

If I love you with my whole being

Even if it is not you I’m seeing before my eyes

And for a thousand sunrises

I cry ‘til the tears run dry

Yeah even if people say I’m living a lie

That I’m a lonely creature under the blue sky

And I’ll die with an empty heart

Like the empty hands with no other to hold

And I’ll grow old 

Chasing a dream that will grow mold

I’ll have you in the end

I’m not sure what’s the bickering is about

I was drunk when I was out

And at the edge of Ireland I shout

So America never doubt

I was drinking stout

And a faith of an entire country sprouted

If you’re Atticus

I’ll be Scout

Yeah Kierkegaard figured it out

If I love you with my whole being

Even if it is not you I’m seeing before my eyes

And for a thousand sunrises

I cry ‘til the tears run dry

Yeah even if people say I’m living a lie

That I’m a lonely creature under the blue sky

And I’ll die with an empty heart

Like the empty hands with no other to hold

And I’ll grow old 

Chasing a dream that will grow mold

I’ll have you in the end

Yeah I’ll have you in the end

Written Atticiam & Taylor

[attheedgeofireland]

Fog on the glass of my summer heart

By Saibh, Atticiam, Kensington & Lorde

I went to the edge of Ireland

And wondered if

Man, am I an island

Can you understand

Is it this

Is it that

Yeah I talk too much

‘cause I had too much

Of that Guinness earlier

And I can’t help but think

Are my feet sinking

Beneath me is quicksand 

Where I stand

Is supposed to be land

But I have it up to my knees

The sea and sand

My head is in the sky

And heart in the clouds

I guess that’s why

There’s fog on the glass

Of my summer heart

I have become a hopeless romantic

All I hope for is head over heel

And heart on sleeve

Falling in deep with you

In the deep blue sea

But I’m drowning in tears instead

I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed

But it’s every morning

That I hit the snooze

For the too much booze 

I had every night

I placed my heart

At the line where we part

Yeah we broke apart

Before we even started

It was in the fortnight

When you departed

Heading to heaven high

Sky high above the blue yonder

Beyond Ireland’s sea and sky

And I broke apart

At the seams where my heart foreparts

I guess that’s why

There’s fog on the glass

Of my summer heart

I have become a hopeless romantic

All I hope for is head over heel

And heart on sleeve

Falling in deep with you

In the deep blue sea

But I’m drowning in tears instead

I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed

But it’s every morning

That I hit the snooze

For the too much booze 

I had every night

This is the lore

Like I told you before

Don’t hit the snooze

Oh don’t you dare snore

This is folklore

Yeah you want more

More of this 

More of that

More of my heart

But it was you

That torn it apart

Before we even start

At the seams where my heart foreparts

I guess that’s why

There’s fog on the glass

Of my summer heart

Written by Saibh & Atticiam

[attheedgeofireland]

Attica Day

By Atticiam, Kentsington, the Killers & Arcade Fire

This room of four walls

Got me crawling to my bed

It is still summer after all

But I can’t seem to wake up

On the right side 

The curtain is closed

And I hide from daylight

And in the night

I drag myself out of the house

And you know this ain’t withdrawal

I’m just jaded by it all

It’s July 1st

But I’ll be the first to admit

This ain’t much of a holiday

I hear the AC running

But I can feel

I’m running out of electricity in the air

Yeah the guitar is only for old love songs

Is this thing on

‘cause I can’t hear myself

One, two, three, testing

Yeah, love, I know you’re a pearl of great price

But this cinematic life ain’t fake jade

There is no faking it

I talk the talk

And I walk the walk

But it comes out as a tired old saying

And the road is a beaten path

And I can’t even count on a fork in the road

A crossroad to make this blue dramatic

And in the night

Fireworks rise like steam from my head

But I checked the thermometre 

And I don’t have a fever

So there is no way this is hotheadedness

I’m exhausted being on this highway

When is the next exit

Oh three hundred kilometres to go

Where is the GOD damned pit stop

Yeah, love, I know you’re a pearl of great price

But this cinematic life ain’t fake jade

There is no faking it

I talk the talk

And I walk the walk

But it comes out as a tired old saying

And the road is a beaten path

And I can’t even count on a fork in the road

A crossroad to make this blue dramatic

Yeah she says she loves me

But I’ve been crawling on my knees

And the stain on the carpet won’t come off

And it sure as hell ain’t wine

And the flares of the fireworks at night

Now sounds like whine

If you see it through a cinematic mind

Yeah I know daylight shines

But even during the day I lived in the shade

And I know it can’t be me

‘cause I’ve been toeing the line

Where is the party line

But it doesn’t matter

The party's over tonight

Only empty firework shells on the sidewalk 

 Written by Atticiam

[attheedgeofireland]

I’m drunk

By Atticiam & the Beaches

I like it when I’m drunk

I can’t stand straight when I’m drunk

Is this mic on

Is everybody standing

Stand up straight like your father tell you

Oh I got a problem

Piss what your mother tell you

Sit down

I said sit down

Woo

Yeah woo

Get your ass off the street

Shoo 

Yeah shoo

Oh we got a problem

We do

Yeah we do

The sky so hazy

Ireland’s so daisy

The topic is so racy

My mother shops at Macy’s

My father tells jokes that I’m a detective

No shit, Sherlock. Dick Tracy

You like it when I’m drunk

I can’t stand your shit when I’m drunk

Is this mic on

Is everybody listening

Drink like a man like how your grandfather tell you

Oh I got a problem

Piss what your grandmother tell you

Walk away

I said walk away

Shoo

Yeah shoo

Get your ass back on this street

Woo

Yeah woo

Oh we got a problem

We do

Yeah we do

The sky so hazy

Ireland’s so daisy

The topic is so racy

My mother shops at Macy’s

My father tells jokes that I’m a detective

No shit, Sherlock. Dick Tracy

You said you’re proud to be Irish

But you’re only proud on St. Patrick’s Day

And you live in Ireland

And you live in Ireland

You call me the IRA

Piss off go back to your mother

And cry to to your grandmother

How lassie, Lallie made your day

Yeah made your day

Go find your bitch

You’re talking to a lady

Yeah you’re talking to a lady

I'm drunk

Written by Atticiam