Brid Kenny & The Noise performing their original song 'Demons' in Dry Lane Studios, Limerick City last year. 

I'm uploading this because I have met many people in the last year on my travels who loved this song and have been asking me for a link to it. 

This is the first step before uploading it to Spotify. At this point we are open to a bit of feedback in terms of the levels and mixing of the track so please do not hesitate to message me on instagram if you have any comments or advice with the track @bridkennymusic

Demons (Live at Dry Lane Aug. 2022)

Here's a song I wrote: 

Fifty years strapped to his chest, 
He kissed his best friend 
And then he left, 
Saying, "a proud man does things he's proud of."

He was once nineteen 
On that midnight scene
And love back then would tear your doors open.

Say, can't you see these constellations of things I've done 
Stuck to places where I've been and hung my clothes out,
Constellations of hands stretching inwards 
And feeding from the flesh I have inside.
You're already here, you might as well stay the night.

Is it really so insane to want, want something better 
Than the ceiling etcha sketching out your mind.
Baby I will take you out to an island way out on the sea.
We will have our holiday and bring our family,
Spend our nights making love out on the sand.

And I'll show you these constellations of things I've done, 
Left in places where I've been and hung my clothes out.
Constellation of hands stretching inwards 
And taking from the flesh I have inside. 
I love you baby, come on, come on, be my life.

She says, "I am racing home to check up on you baby, 
I'm worried you'll do something bad.
You keep talking about those years you'll never get back."
How'd I find a woman like you to take me on?
My mother was an awful drinker, and I'm her wayward son.
I'm so glad you called me tonight
Cos I want to call you, and
We all know what these itchy fingers wish that they could do.

I am a proud man,
I do things I'm proud of.
I am a proud man,
I do things I'm proud of.

Can't you see this constellation, all that I have become?
I am a mess of stars, and the blazing of suns.
A constellation, these hands always in me,
Taking taking never putting back.
We wait up smoking til the sky turns black.

Constellations

Forgot I made this lol.

original artist: The XX.

Crystallised (Cover)

A song I wrote for my brother. Thank you to Neo Morake for the guitar, and to Chris Bradshaw for helping me mix this. 

Lyrics: 
If we could take things back
It sure would help a lot
But spending money in a fountain never got anyone

Anything could be said
About this blackened hand
That reaches in and takes and takes and won't give anything back

The sun is so obscene but
That is the ugly thing, the world just keeps on spinning spinning spinning spinning
Spinning  

And it is night time where you are
And it always will be
The sunlight’s fucking awful
Please don't talk to me

Aah

And I don't know what to say this time
Aah

I try to do you justice
I fuck it through and through
I walk through someone's photo as I try to make my way to you

And I know things
But the things I know
Don't make it better, and my words don't make it pretty, so

Aah

Oh a hard thing's still worth having right
A hard thing's still worth having
A hard thing's still worth having right
A hard thing's still worth having
Oh a hard thing's still worth having right
A hard thing's still worth having
A hard thing's still worth having right

And it is evening where you are
And it will always be

I'd like to think you'd say, "well, doll it's alright"
But I don't know that
And you slip into a past that ends tonight

Song for Renny

Lyrics: 

Held by a transience
And fixed by a meaning 
My words do not define. 

Made into a promise by the fact of my being,
I will come when the clock will chime. 

And by the last light of day 
I will finally be brave enough to face it. 

Ah... Home. Home. 
Ah... Home. Home. Home. 

And as I stood by the door to my communion with myself 
I fear that my feet are turning stone. 

And if I only turned and sprinted 
For the waves of my betrayal, 
All my choices would be swallowed and be gone. 

Ah... Home. Home. 
Ah... Home. Home. Home. 

But I knock and I go in and I must ask you all a question. 
I am here to find an answer, I am here to find an answer,
I am here to find an answer, I am here to find an answer,
I am here to find an answer, I am here to find an answer,
I am here to find an answer.  

Home, home, home.

Home

'Unlovable' is the result of Sophie being handed a mic by Amelia Adler and being told to just make up lyrics on the spot that fit with the chords Reggie was playing. It is the first song she has ever written, and she credits Port na Blagh beach with making her wonder what it would be like if you we're stuck out on a pirate ship with a severe case of depression. Maybe that exact scenario would sound like 'Unlovable', maybe not. Either way - it's what we made. Enjoy fuckers.

Vocals : Sophie Ní Choimín
Viola : Ilona Adams
Produced by: Reggie Murphy

Unlovable (Demo) feat. Sophie Ní Choimín, Ilona Adams

Reggie Murphy

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