Damien Rice The Animals Were Gone

Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone

It’s left this house empty now, not sure if I belong

Yesterday you asked me to write you a pleasant song

I’ll do my best now, but you’ve been gone for so long

The window’s open now and the winter settles in

We’ll call it Christmas when the adverts begin

I love your depression and I love your double chin

I love ‘most everything that you bring to this offering

Oh I know that I left you in places of despair

Oh I know that I love you, so please throw down your hair

At night I trip without you, and hope I don’t wake up

‘Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup

Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone

Our clocks are ticking now so before our time is gone

We could get a house and some boxes on the lawn

We could make babies and accidental songs

I know I’ve been a liar and I know I’ve been a fool

I hope we didn’t break yet, but I’m glad we broke the rules

My cave is deep now, yet your light is shining through

I cover my eyes, still all I see is you

Oh I know that I left you in places of despair

Oh I know that I love you, so please throw down your hair

At night I trip without you, and hope I don’t wake up

‘Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup

Damien Rice Prague

I pack my suit in a bag

I’m all dressed up for prague

I’m all dressed up with you

All dressed up for him too…

Prepare myself for a war

BeforeI even open up my door

BeforeI even look out

I’m pissing all of my bullets about…

Wrap myself in a bag

I’m all wrapped up in prague

I’m all wrapped up in you

I’m all wrapped up in him too

Prepare myself for a war

And I don’t know what i’m doing this for

Trying to let it all go

But how can I when you still don’t know?

I could wait for you

Like that hole in your boot

Waiting to be fixed

I could wait for you

What good would that do

But to leave me pricked?

Cheers darlin’

Here’s to you and your lover

…darling

I got years…

Pack my suit in a bag

Pack myself in a bag

Pack my suit in a bag

All dressed up for Prague

Pack my suit in a bag

All dressed up for

All dressed up for

All dressed up for

Damien Rice Older Chests

Older chests reveal themselves

Like a crack in a wall

Starting small, and grow in time

And we always seem to need the help

Of someone else

To mend that shelf

Too many books

Read me your favourite line

Papa went to other lands

And he found someone who understands

The ticking, and the western man’s need to cry

He came back the other day, you know

Some things in life may change

And some things

They stay the same

Like time, there’s always time

On my mind

So pass me by, I’ll be fine

Just give me time

Older gents sit on the fence

With their cap in hand

Looking grand

They watch their city change

Children scream, or so it seems,

Louder than before

Out of doors, and into stores with bigger names

Mama tried to wash their faces

But these kids they lost their graces

And daddy lost at the races too many times

She broke down the other day, yeah you know

Some things in life may change

But some things they stay the same

Like time, there’s always time

On my mind

So pass me by, I’ll be fine

Just give me time

Time, there’s always time

On my mind

Pass me by, I’ll be fine

Just give me time

Damien Rice Me, My Yoke, And I

My drum, my drum, my drum

Gonna make ya

My drum, my drum, my drum

Gonna make ya come

My book, my book, my book

Gonna make ya

My book, my book, my book

Gonna make ya look

My hand, my hand, my hand

My hand going under

My hand, my hand, my hand

My hand going understand

My fall, my fall

My fall gonna break ya

My fall, my fall

My fall gonna break your wall

I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad

Like a big dog

I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad

Like a big dog, yeah

‘Cause my god, my god, my god

Gave me a rod

My god, my god, my god

Gave me a rod

For Fishing, fishing, fishing

Fishing, fishing, fishing yeah

My drum, my drum, my drum

Gonna make ya

My drum, my drum, my drum

Gonna make ya come

My book, my book, my book

Gonna make ya

My book, my book, my book

Gonna make ya look

My hand, my hand, my hand

My hand going under

My hand, my hand, my hand

My hand going understand

My fall, my fall

My fall gonna break ya

My fall, my fall

My fall gonna break your wall

I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad

Like a big dog

I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad

Like a big dog, yeah

‘Cause my god, my god, my god

Gave me a rod

My god, my god, my god

Gave me a rod

For Fishing, fishing, fishing

Fishing, fishing, fishing, yeah

Won’t you beat my, Won’t you beat my, Won’t you beat my, Won’t you beat my…

Won’t you read my, Won’t you read my, Won’t you read my, Won’t you read my book…

Fishing, fishing, fishing

Fishing, fishing, fishing, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Damien Rice Eskimo

Tiredness fuels empty thoughts

I find myself disposed

Brightness fills empty space

In search of inspiration

Harder now with higher speed

Washing in on top of me

So I look to my eskimo friend

I look to my eskimo friend

I look to my eskimo friend

When I’m down, down, down.

Rain it wets muddy roads

I find myself exposed

Tapping doors, but irritate

In search of destination

Harder now with higher speed

Washing in on top of me

So I look to my eskimo friend

I look to my eskimo friend

I look to my eskimo friend

When I’m down, down, down.

[Opera Diva (Finnish)]

Kosketa minua [Touch me]

Halua käsilläsi [Want me with your hands]

Mua niin että tunnen sinut [So I can feel you]

Halua minua [Want me]

Halua käsilläsi [Want me with your hands]

Huuto sielussa saa [A scream within my soul]

Minä kaipaan eskimoystävää [I miss my eskimo friend]

Minä kaipaan eskimoystävää [I miss my eskimo friend]

Minä kaipaan eskimoystävääni [I miss my eskimo friend]

When I’m down, down, down.

When I’m down, down, down.