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EURO-COUNTRY
Artist: Cmat
Release: 2025-08-29
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Billy Byrne From Ballybrack, The Leader Of The Pigeon Convoy
Howya, Tony? Howya? It's grand here, Tony Lovely Nice clear sky Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, a slight, a slight west wind here What time are you now? Yeah, see ya later Okay, all the best, Tony See ya
EURO-COUNTRY
Cad is gá dom a dhĂ©anamh mura bhfuil mĂ© ag bualadh leat? Tá ceann folamh agam, yah, agus pearsantacht nua EirĂm nĂos dofheicthe, is tĂş imithe, Ăł mo shaol NĂl aon rud fágtha sa scátháin An mbeidh mĂ© álainn mhaol? Yeah I went away to come back like a prodigal Christian I lost a little weight, yeah, and gained it back when I missed him I learned a lot from my being here How I had to be on my own, yeah And now I feel just like CĂş Chulainn, I feel like Kerry Katona My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (The mam and the dad) My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (The present is past) Everything I thought that I could be (He cut it in half) My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (I do all he asks) I never understood what this way of living could do to me All the mooching 'round shops, and the lack of identity So tryna be what he wasn't born, all this pop star USA I think we're gonna die trying, I wish we weren't this way My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (The mam and the dad) My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (The present is past) Everything I thought that I could be (He cut it in half) My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (I do all he asks) All the big boys, all the Berties All the envelopes, yeah, they hurt me I was twelve when the das started killing themselves all around me (All around me) And it was normal, building houses That stay empty even now, yeah And no one says it out loud but I know it can be better if we hound it My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (The mam and the dad) My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (The present is past) Everything I thought that I could be (He cut it in half) My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (I do all he asks) My Euro, Euro, Euro Country (I do all he asks) Woo! Hey! Hey! Ooh Hey! Hey! Hey!
When A Good Man Cries
I waited for love With a cricket bat I got what I want And I kicked it flat You know what I'm like You don't deserve it Veruca Salt Her just desserts She kept it out To show the world And now it's sour like her mother What do you do when a good man cries? And you're the one to keep him up at night? How could you do what you said you wouldn't do like all the other guys? How do you act when the daddy's not home? Dorian Graying if the door's closed? And all that you say, it doesn't matter 'Cause you're crushing what you shouldn't hold I hope it don't last With our time so sore I hope that I pass And I get reborn Well, I've never changed But Lord, I'm tryna The people's mess Dunboyne Diana All of my jokes have turned to prayers Because they're scarred just like their mother What do you do when a good man cries? And you're the one to keep him up at night? How could you do what you said you wouldn't do like all the other guys? And how do you act when the daddy's not home? Dorian Graying if the door's closed? And all that you say, it doesn't matter 'Cause you're crushing what you shouldn't hold Shouldn't hold Oh, I can feel what I hated in dreams Come on, give me a hand if you can help Jesus, it's time To be real, spin wheels Kyrie Eleison Oh, I can feel what I hated in dreams Help me not hate myself Help me love other people Oh, I'll wear the beads, I'll read Kyrie Eleison What do you do when a good man cries? And you're the one to keep him up at night? How could you do what you said you wouldn't do like all the other guys? And how do you act when the daddy's not home? Dorian Graying if the door's closed? All that you say, it doesn't matter 'Cause you're crushing what you shouldn't hold Shouldn't hold Oh, I can feel what I hated in dreams Come on, give me a hand if you can help Jesus, it's time To be real, spin wheels Kyrie Eleison Oh, I can feel what I hated in dreams Help me not hate myself Help me love other people Oh, I'll wear the beads, I'll read Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison
The Jamie Oliver Petrol Station
I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station I needed deli, but God I hate him That man should not have his face on posters I feel so angry or sad at most, huh But then I think of the New York skyline The West Cork of the Yankee eyeline Then get to thinking I have been wrong though Let me explain, 'cause I'm never wrong though Things are ugly to me, I get it A flip phone with a lack of credit And others beautiful, I remember Blanch' right at the end of December So, okay, don't be a bitch The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this I'm saying, okay, don't be a bitch The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this, oh Mm, this is making no sense to the average listener Let me try to explain myself in a few words I make up places like Finglas, Tennessee A mish-mash of what should and shouldn't be 'Cause smoking area concerned glances 'She's really mental. It's not just acting.' There's always something I'm missing out on Overdosing on social Calpol Overeager to make acquaintance With someone normal and nice who'll explain it You like forgetting one day you'll stop breathing And you'll have wasted your time on seething I said I'm wasting my time on seething And hey you're not so good yourself Come learn my mantra, it's like Okay, don't be a bitch The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this So, okay, don't be a bitch The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this, oh Aw, I'm still not explaining myself very well at all Let me try, let me try again, let me try It's the fear of not getting the dole And the joy of then chopping it up with the card that you draw it on Coming through town and then seeing the type of the people you missed Who'd have died back in Dublin The jeans that I'm wearing are very expensive It's not a reflection, reflection, reflection Sinéad in Ratoath and Sinéad in the sky The Sinéads that I'll meet on the by and by And the fear of the freedom of being released again Feel seventeen again Washing the sheets with the lies that I don't even know that I've told 'Cause I've mixed them all up Yeah, the cactus is cold It's like Okay, don't be a bitch The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this I'm saying, okay, don't be a bitch The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this I'm saying, Ciara, don't be a bitch The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this I'm saying, Ciara, don't be a bitch The man's got kids, and they wouldn't like this Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station I needed deli, but God I hate him That man should not have his face on posters I feel so angry or sad at most, huh
Tree Six Foive
Another good idea I saved the messages you sent the night You tried to sleep with her Happy new year Lord, I forgot what day it was Loving you's a fog that wouldn't clear But let me hit "Defrost" Let me get to thinking I could go to Vienna and take to the drink And I could raise a beer To the man who was embarrassed by me When the clock struck twelve There's only tree, six, foive days a year And I don't want you here if I can help it, I will There's tree, six, four of 'em left Wait, let me catch my breath if I can save it Another time and place I haemorrhage good will and good wine From people every time I open up I have no grace I haven't found it on my way To dance floors or to tunes Tell me, was it worth it? Screaming so you heard it No. I'm not your equal, oh but I'm tryna to be Loud and I'm unnerving Checkmate and deserted Oh, but it still feels good, hey There's only tree, six, foive days a year And I don't want you here if I can help it, I will There's tree, six, four of 'em left Wait, let me catch my breath if I can save it I'll spend it on a round of auld lang syne But never on a walking waste of time There's only tree, six, foive days a year And I don't want you here I don't want you here Tell me, was it worth it? Screaming so you heard it No. I'm not your equal, oh but I'm tryna to be Loud and I'm unnerving Checkmate and deserted No. I'm not your equal, oh but I'm tryna to be I was just a baby Thought that you could maybe Try to be a little gentle or soft with me Tell me, was it worth it? Screaming so you heard it Oh, but it still feels good There's only tree, six, foive days a year And I don't want you here if I can help it, I will There's tree, six, four of 'em left Wait, let me catch my breath if I can save it I'll spend it on a round of auld lang syne Never on a walking waste of time There's only tree, six, foive days a year And I don't want you here Six, five days a year Lord, I don't want you here Six, five days a year And I don't want you here Six, five days a year
Take A Sexy Picture Of Me
Ever since I was a little girl I only wanted to be sexy Nine years old Tryna wax my legs with tape There were some things only I can see A little spot that can’t be lifted On my left hand Dig in like a car key So you see I’ve been having a horrible time Of late, I get none of your sympathy But all of the pain hits And the fog lifts And then it’s too much for therapy Oh baby heed my solution And take a sexy picture Take a sexy picture of me And make me look 16 Listen I did the butcher, I did the baker I did the home and the family maker I did school girl fantasies Oh, I did leg things and hand stuff And single woman banter Now tell me what was in it for me? Oh, I’ve been having a horrible time Of late, I get none of your sympathy But all of the pain hits And the fog lifts And then it’s too much for therapy Oh baby heed my solution And take a sexy picture Take a sexy picture of me And make me look 15 You haven’t looked at me the same Since I turned 27 Where goes my potential Oh she’s up in heaven Rest in peace to any chance of me Dating within the station Ah-ah, ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ooh-ooh No doctor or Pope can grant diagnosis I've peeled through the forums There's no cure for old sis But here's a message to the party girls Dragged out by their ankles I'm here if you need me, deep in your afters I’ve been having a horrible time Of late, I get none of your sympathy But all of the pain hits And the fog lifts And then it’s too much for therapy Oh baby heed my solution And take a sexy picture Take a sexy picture Can’t you see me wither Take a sexy picture of me And make me look 14 Or like 10 Or like five Or like two Like a baby Whoever it is that you’re gonna love so you’ll be nice to me
Ready
I got a little too good at waiting for adventure so I stayed inside so long Waved my life so long Oh, now I'd take a breakup over daytime television I did everything that Gwyneth asked of me I took all of that self-love on board Now I'm just bored Oh, what's the use of grounding With no one there around ya I've been here before so afraid to fall oh But now I'm ready Ready Ready Ready for anything Now I'm ready Ready Ready Ready for anything What do I do now I've gone way past missing out All I lost, I regret it It's gone now. Forget it Catch me in the back of the rickshaw screamin' That I've been here before so afraid to fall And I've missed it all But now I'm ready Ready Ready Ready for anything Now I'm ready Ready Ready Ready for anything I don't think I'm being impatient Karma couldn't come too soon I wanna get back all the time wasted I've not much left to lose And now I'm ready Ready Ready Ready for anything Had a dream about a couple friends Old girls that I haven't seen in days Stuck still in a nightclub Stuck still with a hundred-mile gaze And I know it is impossible But I feel 'em waiting for me there now Right now But now I'm ready Ready Ready Ready for anything Now I'm ready Ready Ready Ready for anything I don't think I'm being impatient Karma couldn't come too soon I wanna get back all the time wasted I've not much left to lose But now I'm ready Ready Ready Ready for anything Oh, now I'm ready Ready Ready Ready for anything Now I'm ready Ready Ready Ready for anything
Iceberg
Cheap Cabernet kissing your teeth like a bad lip stain Like the freebie shit inside teen girl magazines Remember sending our pictures in, hoping they'd print them out? They wouldn't show our faces, much like you right now Where'd you go, crazy girl boss? Where'd you go, are you still lost? Nice words, good times Iceberg tonight I see it hurts Icy iceberg You cry I've heard Through walls Iceberg I see it hurts Icy iceberg I really think Rose could've made room on that floating door And you just agree I swear that you wouldn't have before You used to wanna pick fights and scream about any old thing And now you're drowning just like Jack did Where'd you go, is it too much? Oh, the world has us both crushed Nice words, good times Iceberg tonight I see it hurts Icy iceberg You cry I've heard Through walls Iceberg I see it hurts Icy iceberg Hey girl, it's fine Just break, just cry I'm here tonight Iceberg delight I'm built like a boat I'll fuck that shit up I see you hurt Icy iceberg
Coronation St.
Holy smoker, I'm such a joker I spent all my money on things that keep me tired And give me bingo wings That cannot fly but keep me up all night What's another Dorito to those whose life just hasn't started yet I'm twenty-three and everyone is having fun except for me I'm too tired to make my dinner and I think I'm too tired to fall asleep I think my boyfriend hates me If I'm being honest, that's not deep I don't really care about him I can't care about anyone but me There's a missing part inside that I misplaced while going for ice cream Ice cream All I do ever is try to figure out what I'm missing My thoughts collect like a pile of dust in the corner From the room where I spend all my time Where I eat and sleep and dream and pine for Oh, the Eiffel Tower Any kind of power at all Holy smoker, I'm such a joker I spent all my money on things that keep me tired And learned to hate the wings my mother gave me Oh lord, what a life I'm just a barmaid with no lines that lives on Coronation Street I'm twenty-three and everyone is having fun except for me I'm twenty-three and everyone is having fun except for me I'm twenty-three and everyone is having fun except for me
Lord, Let That Tesla Crash
I heard death comes in threes I misheard it bein' from Dublin I thought death's in the trees Which makes sense 'cause they're the saddest cunts of Plants I have seen Oh the drama of them dying every year I have seen, watched them dying from the window that we Shared for two years, with the dog that I was scared of I went back to our house before your funeral I don't miss you like I should But I kissed you all those times I shouldn't have There's a Tesla outside your old flat And all I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact I'm angered by the fact Let's go back to the dog, how he almost made me end it He was sick and your God, Lord, you two were co-dependent I thought, "Why waste your time when he's bitten all these ladies?" You said, "Ciara, be nice, and you wear too much foundation" Figured out when you died, that you liked me for the same things We were loud and so young, and so damaged and annoying If you didn't care for us then no one would I don't miss you like I should But I'd kill myself to find out if you think this song is good There's no Heaven, you said, so I can't And all I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact I'm angered by the fact When I turned twenty-two I had no real friends to speak of Who would watch me like you If I'm honest, I don't have one now Dressed up for the pub, felt so silly and quite underloved Until, you were you, and pulled out all seven inches of That song by Culture Club, I'd been yapping on about that month I spun, you spun, in some attempt to make me happy and I was I was I was I was I don't miss you because I can't If I think too much about you, I go mad I'm so sorry I bitched behind your back All I have to show for you is how I'm angered by that fact I don't miss you, but then I shouldn't My memories are loaded with what I wanted But I couldn't have with you That picture's burnt on my TV Now I watch Coronation Street through ghosts of you all neon green Your ghost is neon green I'm angered by the fact Lord, let that Tesla crash I'm angered by the fact Lord, let that Tesla crash I'm angered by the fact Lord, let that Tesla crash I'm angered by the fact Lord, let that Tesla crash
Running/Planning
I'd call you my baby But it'd cause alarm Call you my angel But you've caused some harm And there's nothing to ya You're really not a man You're just a vision Some girl once had Some girl in her bedroom Practicing guitar YouTube tutorials Only go so far She prayed to god in school For a perfect friend He looked just like you Wonder where he went I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, yeah I'm on the underground (Tube) You're in the bath (Bubbles) I'm legging after ya But you can't turn back Or I'll turn to read again Moving in the lamps That your ma will buy for us If I take your hand Then I'll rip the head off ya Give it a new name Buy it a Nintendo Get it all the games And I'll make 'em dance for us To an old tune Find it a girl to love Who'll kinda do I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, yeah It runs along on a loop It runs along as is truth Along the bottom of the news That I'm not good enough for you And I can't take care of anyone 'Cause all I have are smoking guns The foot and mouth, Diana's gone God bless my mouth and ginger mop I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning Running, planning, oh yeah I keep on running, planning, yeah
Janis Joplining
I'm a writer I don't do crushes I do problematic attentions I do crosswords with the affections And a longing I won't act on, no, no, no We've been over it, myself, how bad it would be This thing I call a crazy horse of a man, but I was in the garden and I was in my mind I was thinkin' about all the bad things that I've done every day since I was five I've been thinkin' about boys again I've been thinkin' about girls And I've been blaming on anyone that isn't me But then I know that it won't work 'Cause all I want I wanna talk about anything Anything with you My chest is congested And I want to text all the love I have straight to you I wanna talk about anything Anything I know I wish that we didn't have wares in the way All the plans that were made before I'm Janis-Joplining anyway So come to my hotel I don't need to touch you Just speak to me like I'm your wife or a part of your soul If we keep these thoughts in our head, babe They'll never hurt us, no So, baby, please become my head and my body Oh please, just for the night Stick with me for the night Stick with me for the night Stick with me for the night Stick with me for the night Stick with me for the night Stick with me for the night I'll make us country anyway I'll make us country anyway I'll make us country anyway, ooh I'll make us country anyway I'll make us country anyway I'll make us country anyway, ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh