Lyrics / Tekster

Fear of Finnegan’s
( Øien )

My hands are sweaty and I’m acing in my head.
I can’t take it, I can’t stand it.
My heart is beating but I’d might as well be dead.
I can’t fight it, I can’t beat it.
I need something to make this feeling pass.
A drink would fix it, a beer would do it.
Down to Finnegan’s to get myself a glass.
I can’t take it, I can’t stand it.
As I crack open another bottle, washing away my fear.

Yes I know that you know that we’ll drink another beer.
My head is getting hot as my anxiety disappears.
And I know that you know it’s the pint of no return.
I become a bigshot as I see my money burn.

If I wake up tomorrow I guess I’ll feel the same.
I can’t take it, I can’t stand it.
Then it’s back to Finnegan’s to reconstruct my fame.
A drink would fix it, a beer would do it.
As I crack open another bottle, washing away my fear.

Yes I know…

As I crack open another bottle, as I open a beer.As I crack open another bottle, washing away my fear.

Yes I know...


Summer Feelgood
( Bruhjell, Ims, Drange )

As the train moves on and I`m on my wayI listen to the music of the last summerholiday
I guess we`ll play the tunes this year as wellI guess we`ll have the same stories to tell
Nothing can go wrong in this paradise of summerdays
Same people, same parties in the same place
With sand in my shoesI`ll only listen to the good news

I don`t care if it`s the same as last yearIt doesn`t matter `cause it couldn`t be better
I don`t need surprises to feel good. Last summer was just the way it should.

It`s all about just feeling free. No hidden messages between the lines to see.
But that`s alright, it`s easy to feel fine. No definition on how to have a good time

I don't care...

No One Will Know
( Lunde, Øien )

Bonnie young lass, where have you been. Such rosy cheeks in the morning.
Bonnie young lass, where did you go. When you thought that no one would know.

I could not sleep in the summer night. There was music down by the river.
It was then I spied you, dancing and brightOut of where, no one will know
The fire died out, the music did fade. And the ashes turned white as snow.

Oh, summer night, oh, silent moaning. I`ve seen then come and I`ve seen them pass.
Oh, summer night oh silent moaning. From the river, the woods and the ghost and the bonnie young lass.


The Pint Of No Return
( Bruhjell , Kittelsen )

Well, I am a man of anxiety. Money is no friend to me.
Though I`ve seen some coins throughout my days, I can`t recall a face.
I guess the barman is a friend. At least if I have cash to spend.
He always smiles when I arrive. And gives me his wide open hand.`

Cause I went into a pub. Just needed to fill me up. And I knew then that I`ll never learn
I`d drink the pint of no return.
As I realized I couldn`t stop. I had to take another drop.
Oh, it washed away my miseryAnd my money as right as well...

Yes I went inside to get a drink. And behold what did I see.
Sweaty Betty and Hairy MaryAnd Hamish in a glee.
Hamish he said bottoms up. And I got up on my feet.
I got a glimpse of Hairy MaryAnd to my surprise she sure was looking sweet!.

Cause I went into a pub.....

This is my Monday morning mass. In the pub to have a glass.
It fills my body and my soul, as I regain control.
`Cause the pint of no return I stress. It was my very first.
And from that day of happiness, I`ve always had my thirst..

Cause I went into a pub....

The Routine of Tomorrow
( Bruhjell )

I`m waiting for a revolution. No more maybes, no confusion.
Soon my life will have a cunning plan.
No more time will go to waste. And never will you see me haste
`Cause every day will follow a routine.
No more staying up `till late. Yes, no more time to hesitate.
My so- called normal life will soon begin.
I`ll never wonder if I`d win, `Cause playing games is such a sin.
Security is winning in the end.

But when tomorrow comes, I guess I`ll just wait another day.
`Cause the routine of tomorrow, Will never be today

Someday soon is sometimes never. But this time, I will be clever.
I`m feeling that a change is in my "wind".
I know I will surprise you all. My principles will never fall.
But the timing, you know, has to be just right

But When tomorrow comes...

Mairis Wedding / The Mason’s Apron
( Trad. Arr: The Foggy Few )

Step ye gaily, on we go. Heel for heel and toe for toe.
Arm in arm and row on row. All for Mairi's wedding

Over hillways up and down. Myrtle green and bracken brown.
Past the sheiling through the town. All for the sake of Mairi.

Plenty herring, plenty meal. Plenty peat to fill her creel.
Plenty bonnie bairns as well. That's the toast for Mairi.

Cheeks as bright as rowans are. Brighter far than any star.
Fairest o' them all by farIs our darlin' Mairi.

Paddy O’Neill’s Return
(Lunde)

I came in to town, it was late November.With leaves a-falling and snow on it’s way.
Stopped in at a bar at a place I remember. From many years back when I came there to play.
The crowd in the Pub was the same as the last time. Some hair had turned greyer, some hair it was gone.
They looked up to measure this wayfaring stranger. Before all the gossip and stories went on.
And most of the stories I nodded my head to And greeted them smiling, like any old friend.
But there was a new one I knew not the end to, About a drunk Sod from a travelling band.

In one drunken night he caused nine divorces And twelve fatherless children were left with no names.
The villagers gathered their guns and their horses, But they never saw this drunk Bastard again.

I’m just a guitar-playing, folk-singing Bastard, Too lazy to work and too nervous to steal.
As I left the Pub when the night was outlasted, I said: Tell the kids that their names are O’Neill.
And tell all their mothers that I still remember them. Both by their looks, their names and their skills
From many years back, one night in November,When Paddy O’Neill had his way and his thrill...

In one drunken night....

The Jolly Beggarman
( Trad. Arr: The Foggy Few )

It’s of a jolly beggar man came tripping o’er the plain.
He came unto a farmer’s door a lodging for to gain.
The farmer’s daughter she came down and viewed him cheek and chin.
She says, “He is a handsome man, I pray you take him in”.

He would not lie within the barn nor yet within the byre.
But he would in the corner lie down by the kitchen fire.
Oh then the beggar’s bed was made of good clean sheets and hay.
And down beside the kitchen fire the jolly beggar lay.

The farmer’s daughter she got up to bolt the kitchen door.
And there she saw the beggar standing naked on the floor.
He took the daughter in his arms and to the bed he ran:
“Kind sir,” she says, “be easy now, you’ll waken our good man.”

“Now you are no beggar, you are some gentleman.
For you have stolen my maiden-head and I am quite undone”.
“I am no Lord, I am no Squire, of beggars I be one"
"And beggars they be robbers all so you are quite undone.”
She took the bed in both her hands and threw it at the wall.
Say, “Go you with the beggar man, my maiden-head and all”

Finnegan’s Wake
( Trad. Arr: The Foggy Few )

Tim Finnegan lived in Walker Street And he had a brogue so rich and sweet
With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born, he took a drop of the craythur every morn!

One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy and it made him shake.
He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull they carried home his corpse to wake.
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet and laid him out upon the bed,
with a plenty of candles around his feet and a gallon of porter at his head

Whack fol the hurray and take yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake.
Isn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake!

His friends assembled at the wake, and missus Finnegan called for lunch.
First she laid out tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
Biddy O’Brien began to cry, "Such a lovely clean corpse, did you ever see.
Tim auvreem why did you die?", "Oh, none of your gab!" said Biddy McGee.

Peggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong I'm sure".
But Biddy gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor.
Both sides in war did soon engageit was woman to woman and man to man.
Shillelagh law was all the rageand a row and a ruction soon began.

Mickey Maloney raised his head when a naggin of whiskey flew at him.
It missed, and landed on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim.
Bedad he revives see how he risesTim Finnegans jumping from the bed.
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"


Relations and Revelations
( Bruhjell )

A young man called brian went home to his dad, but his story of fortune made his father look sad.
He said; "My dear Father, am I too young to wed? Or is it perhaps something else that I said?
"Oh Brian, dear son, you think of me well, but to my disgrace, a true story I`ll tell.
Cause when I was young my heart wasn`t true. I met with your girlfriends own mother, sweet Sue.
The father said, Brian, promise me son. That this little secret is told to no one.
I`m another man now than I was on that day. So don`t tell your mother, please, I do pray.

His heart being young and his heart being true. It weighed on his soul not to know what to do.
He went to his mother to tell of his dad, who couldn`t own up to his doing so bad
His Mother just smiled and said my dear son. It`s true that your father`s doing was wrong.
But am I to judge him,I sure cannot tell. Cause he`s not your true father, I know right well.

This young man called Brian he married his girl. And never returning, they travelled the world.
`Cause they couldn`t believe what their parents had done, And they didn`t feel much of a family james bond.