I Funked Your Mum

Badger Sandwich

Lou Cypher

Basically, if Paul Simon had scored the Sonic the Hedgehog games what would that have sounded like. Hence this.

Booboo

Memorium

Rockbill

Lyrics

Well I’ve got no job, and I’m livin off the dole
Hand out cvs round  all the shitholes
Everyone’s dead or else they’re old
So here I am,  tyrna wank to fight the cold

All my clothes come from pennies
Buyin lidl rashers cos I can’t afford dennys
Eveything of value I’ve gone ahead and sold
So here I am, tryna wank to fight the cold

Went out on the lock and now that’s the rent gone
Had to sell my favourite bong
No money left to go and buy a bag of coal
So here I am, tryna wank to fight the cold

When people ask my mam where I am
She tells them I died in Vietnam
Cos if I was in college something proud she could have told
But here I am tryna wank to fight the cold

My hand’s gone stiff from the constant pulling
Nothing’s happening and I’m fuckin freezing
And if I could I’d get off that fuckin dole
But here I am tryna wank to fight the cold

a cuntree song

Georgia Brown

Jambone (Live)

I go home

Seo amhráin gur chum mé l'ionsparáid ón dán finnscéalach de chuid john henry

This is a track I composed based on an old folklore poem. Taken from 'Scealta Chois Chladaigh' By John Henry and Prof Seamus O Cathain, I claim no credit for the lyrics nor do I seek any profit, just my interpretation of an old folk poem.

An gearrán mór le cruithe óir,
Agus a shúil ar dhath na gréine;
Thóig sé a cheann agus tharraing sé srann,
Agus de bhoc, bhí sé scuabtha léithi.

An tSlua Sí

Just something experimental I made using an acoustic guitar, some effects and interviews with my cousins Brendan and Éamon

Christmas for the Young

Flatulence is never gift

reggae reggie

You've got no morals, no morals in your head
You've got no morals, and that's why you're dead
You've got no morals, no morals in your head

You want what you have not, so much you ignore what you've got

You've got no cents, no cents to buy bread
You've got no cents, no cents in your head

You want what you have not, so much you ignore what you've got
That fruit is rotten leave it there, let me tell you what is fair

You've got no fibre, no fibre in your diet,
You lack in moral fibre, it's a shame you can buy it,
You've got no fibre, no fibre in your diet

You want what you have not, so much you ignore what you've got
That fruit is rotten, leave it there, let me tell you what is fair

You can't have it all, you can't have it all....

V is for....

Caught

Say I not got much to live on and even less to live for
Said I not got much to live on and even less to live for
I got two cents, whiskey and a gun sitting in the drawer

I thought I hit it off with a pretty girl the kind a make you drool
Said I thought I hit it off with a pretty girl the kind a make you drool
Well she went and fucked my friend now don't I look a fool

Say I scrape the ground for living try to get some pay
Lord I scrape the ground for a  living try to get some pay
Well my hands are cut and feet are cold every fuckin day

Man this lack of it turns me turns me to self abuse
Man this lack of sex it turns me turns me to self abuse
And my cock is folding in on itself because of lack of use

Say I not got much to live on and even less to live for
Said I not got much to live on and even less to live for
I got two cents, whiskey and a gun sitting in the drawer

Broke Blues

i scare everyone i love

Bau Wau

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Sligo Maid And Foxhunters- Played A Half Step And Way Too Fast

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