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Fontaines D.C. - Skinty Fia Album Lyrics



Fontaines D.C. - Skinty Fia Lyrics






In ar gCroithe go deo

(In ár gCroíthe)
(In ár gCroíthe)

Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day

She defines the only answer
And I never had the time
She defines the only reason for feeling
All in all is all we tailor
And they always have the best
And she defines the only reason for feeling

Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day

She defines the only answer
And I never had the time
She defines the only reason for feeling
All in all is all we tailor
And they always have the best
And she defines the only reason for feeling, ah, ah

Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone

(In ár gCroíthe)
(In ár gCroíthe)

She defines the only answer
And I never had the time
She defines the only answer to feeling
All in all is all we tailor
And they always had the best
She defines the only reason for feeling, ah, ah, ah

Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
Gone is the day, gone is the night
Gone is the day
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone

(In ár gCroíthe)
(In ár gCroíthe)
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Writer: Carlos O'Connell, Tom Coll, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III, Grian Chatten
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY




Big Shot

You've been through the war
But you've nothing to show
I traveled to space
Found the moon too small
And home is a pin
Rusting through a map
I go there to pray
Do my resting at mass

Everybody gets a big shot, baby
Everybody gets a big shot lately
Everybody gets a big shot, baby

You choose to show when you know
No one's watching how you spread
Empty scum, forget their name
Nothing scratches off your blame

I've been leaving it all
I've been living it all
I've been leaving it all
I've been living it all
I've been leaving it all
I've been living it all
I've been leaving it all

Everybody gets a big shot, baby
Everybody gets a big shot lately
Everybody gets
Everybody gets
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Writer: Carlos O'Connell, Tom Coll, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III, Grian Chatten
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY




How Cold Love Is

Yeah

How cold love is
How cold love is
How cold love is
How cold love is

They sit in their room
They all consume
They fall in their bed
They wanna go dead
They sit in their room
They all consume
They fall in their bed
They wanna go dead

How cold love is
How cold love is

My, my
I've been so entwined
And the feeling's coming for the millionth time
And the answer is so sweet
And the days, they just seem to follow me
My, my
I've been so entwined
And the feeling's coming with the finish line
And the anti is so cold
So cold

So cold
So cold
So cold
So cold
It's so cold
It's so cold

They sit in their room
They all consume
They fall in their bed
They wanna go dead
They sit in their room
They all consume
They fall in their bed
They shouldn't have said

How cold love is
How cold love is
How cold love is
How cold love is
How cold love is
How cold love is
How cold love is
How cold love is
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Writer: Carlos O'Connell, Tom Coll, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III, Grian Chatten
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY




Jackie Down The Line

Do do do
La la la

My friend Sally says she knows ya
Got a funny point of view
Says you got away with murder
Maybe one time, maybe two

Something happens in the morning
When I can't see those failing eyes
I can't find a good word for ya
Does it come as a surprise?

I don't think we'd rhyme
I will wear you down in time
I will hurt you, I'll desert you
I am Jackie down the line

Said did Sally 'bout a future
Before you bored of her as well
If all you want is entertainment
If you can't have it you make hell

Don't make no odds for you
To be told, yeah
Don't make no odds for you
To be told, yeah

I don't think we'd rhyme
I will wear you down in time
I will hurt you, I'll desert you
I am Jackie down the line
I don't think we'd rhyme
I will make your secrets mine
I will hate you, I'll debase you
I am Jackie down the line

Do do do
La la la

So come on down to Sally's boneyard
See her spirit in decline
See the handsome mourners crying
They hawked a beating heart for a sturdy spine, yeah

What good is happiness to me
If I've to wield it carefully?
For care I'll always come up short
It's only right

I don't think we'd rhyme
I will wear you down in time
I will hurt you, I'll desert you
I'm one Jackeen of a line
I don't think we'd rhyme
I will take up all your time
I will chew you, I'll go through you
I am Jackie down the line

I don't think we'd rhyme
I will make your secrets mine
I will hate you, I'll debase you
I am Jackie down the line
And I will stone you, I'll alone you
I am Jackie down the line
If I can make you, I can break you
I am Jackie down the line
I am Jackie down the line

Do do do
La la la
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Writer: Carlos O'Connell, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III, Grian Chatten, Tom Coll
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY




Bloomsday

Saw the city hall in flames
I suppose it doesn't do as much these days
You put on your coat and smile
Saddest one I've seen for a country mile
Brought it down the road, Quicksmart
There's always f*ckin' rain and it's always dark
When you were at the gate soaked through
Let's not say a word if it isn't true

Bloomsday
Bloomsday
Bloomsday
Bloomsday

Cordoned off the rest, too young
Looking for a thing no do-er's done
We won't find it here my love
Drinking with the tourists and fighting in front of them
Oh, to be young once more
I know all the lines lived it all before
When you were at the gate soaked through
Never said a word that wasn't true

Bloomsday
Bloomsday
Bloomsday
Bloomsday

Bloomsday
Bloomsday
Bloomsday
Bloomsday
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Writer: Carlos O'Connell, Tom Coll, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III, Grian Chatten
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY




Roman Holiday

Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned
Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
Get along, get along, get alone, get alone, yeah
Heard about the week on the Dalymount seat, yeah

Baby, come on 'fore the going gets gone
Heard you lied to the Major, won't be long
Well I wish upon a wedding for a picture in the star
When they knock for ya don't forget who you are
Skinty Fia

Baby, come on whose side are you on?
I don't wanna see the queen
I already sing her song
While they're snuffing out hopes and they're blotting out suns
They claim to know the form in which genius comes, yeah

Baby, come on get your high heels on
It's the body is cold
It's the course is run
What artless living all this soft pain thrills
What calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills
Can you feel it?

Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned
Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
Get along, get along, get alone, get alone, yeah
Was it the weed or the moment that stoned ya?

Baby, come on get the hourglass on
I will dart into town, no I won't be long
If the talk's getting cold, we'll be chancing none
Well you know what I'm saying
Our day will come

Can you feel it?
Won't be long

Can you feel it?
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Writer: Carlos O'Connell, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III, Grian Chatten, Tom Coll
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY




The Couple Across The Way

Baby, it feels like it's all happened
Twenty-three years of the same
And I'm sorry 'bout this morning
For the damage I will pay

All the mirrors face the walls and
I wake just to long for bed
Love, what's got you so down low?
The saddest tongue is in your head

I forget the thrill of lies
The truth escaping through the eyes now
You use voices on the phone
That once were spent on me

The world has changed beyond our doorstep
People talk and dress so strange
I don't know a neighbor's name
And all of life is rearranged

Nice to know that you're still caring
Well enough to raise your voice
But if we must bring up the past then
Please don't speak to me of choice

Across the way moved in a pair
With passion in its prime
Maybe they look through to us
And hope that's them in time
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Writer: Carlos O'Connell, Tom Coll, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III, Grian Chatten
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY




Skinty Fia

Does you really don't know where the avenuers go?
Are you lyin' through your teeth or are they payin' through your nose?
A set of manners and a smile is all they want you for
But we can talk about it later, you can read it in the paper
I hated you away from the very start
I seen you stickin' to your smile, it's gone and broken my heart
Now the wind is makin' work of every step on the bridge
You say, "I used to say we found each other, now I don't know where he is"
You get that feel, make your spirit shine
I let her prise apart my ribcage like a crackhead at the blinds
It hurt, but come the downing of the scrapyard sun
There is no light falls on our failure, it ain't covered in the paper

Well, I really don't care what you think of me
But something gears me to the grovel every opportunity
I've got that jealous stripe, I probably am that type
I'll see you twenty Marys later, when your tongue is talking straighter
Heard he took 'em all down to the mercenary bar
I heard she broke up with her fella now he's drinkin' in his car
Nah, I'm not inclined towards the scandalous word
But on the subject of myself, I do believe what I heard
There is a track beneath the wheel and it's there 'til we die
She says, "I don't agree with nothing", I say, "Neither do I"
Go to sleep, there's not a thing can't be fixed with a dream
And we can talk about it later, you can read it in the paper

I bet ya, I bet ya
You had your smile, you had your smile
For the open mile
I bet ya, I bet ya
You had your smile, your face defile
For the open mile
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet you now
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet you now
I bet ya, I bet ya
I bet ya
I bet you now
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Writer: Carlos O'Connell, Conor Curley, Conor III Deegan, Grian Chatten, Tom Coll
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY




I Love You

I love you, I love you, I told you I do
It's all I've ever felt, I've never felt so well
And if you don't know it, I wrote you this tune
To be here loving you when I'm in the tomb
I've eddied the heart now, from Dublin to Paris
And if there was sunshine, it was never on me
So close, the rain, so pronounced is the pain
Yeah

Well, I love you, imagine a world without you
It's only ever you, I only think of you
And if it's a blessing, I want it for you
If I must have a future, I want it with you
System in our hearts, you only had it before
You only open the window, never open up the door
And I love you, I love you, told you I do

Selling genocide and half-cut pride, I understand
I had to be there from the start, I had to be the f*cking man
It was a clamber of the life, I sucked the ring off every hand
Had 'em plying me with drink, even met with their demands
When the cherries lined up, I kept the spoilings for myself
'Til I had thirty ways of dying looking at me from the shelf
Cloud-parting smile I had, a real good child I was
But this island's run by sharks with children's bones stuck in their jaws
Now the morning's filled with cokeys tryna talk you through it all
Is their mammy Fine Gael and is their daddy Fianna Fáil?
And they say they love the land, but they don't feel it go to waste
Hold a mirror to the youth and they will only see their face
Makes flowers read like broadsheets, every young man wants to die
Say it to the man who profits, and the bastard walks by
And the bastard walks by, and the bastard walks by
Say it to him fifty times and still the bastard won't cry
Would I lie?

I love you, I love you, I told you I do
It's all I've ever felt, I've never felt so well
And if you don't know it, I wrote you this tune
To be here loving you when I'm in the tomb
System in our hearts, you only had it before
Echo, echo, echo, the lights, they go
The lights, they go, the lights, they go
Echo, echo

Selling genocide and half-cut pride, I understand
I had to be there from the start, I had to be the f*cking man
It was a clamber of the life, I sucked the ring off every hand
Had 'em plying me with drink, even met with their demands
And I loved you like a penny loves the pocket of a priest
And I'll love you 'til the grass around my gravestone is deceased
And I'm heading for the cokeys, I will tell 'em 'bout it all
About the gall of Fine Gael and the fail of Fianna Fáil
And now the flowers read like broadsheets, every young man wants to die
Say it to the man who profits, and the bastard walks by
And the bastard walks by, and the bastard walks by
Say it to him fifty times and still the bastard won't cry
Would I lie?
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Writer: Carlos Ramos O'Connell, Conor Patrick Curley, Conor Patrick Deegan, Grian Alexander Chatten, Thomas Patrick Coll
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY




Nabokov

I did you a favor
I bled myself dry
Well, this is what it is now
Pain, pain

He's selling insurance
Selling clouds to the sky
You sold me on living
Living is nothing

But you're so good lookin'
I bled myself dry

(Daze ya)
(Phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)

(Daze ya)
(Phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)

I did you a favor (phase ya)
I bled myself dry (happy days, yeah)
Well, this is what it is now (daze ya)
Pain, pure sky (phase ya, happy days, yeah)
I'll be your dog of submission (daze ya)
My mission (phase ya)
To help you forget (happy days, yeah)
I'll be your dog in the corner (daze ya, phase ya)
I will light your cigarette (happy days, yeah)

But you're so good lookin' (daze ya, phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
But you're so good lookin' (daze ya, phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)

Ah, I did you a favor (daze ya, phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
I did you a favor (daze ya, phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
Ah, I did you a favor (daze ya, phase ya)
I bled myself out (happy days, yeah)

Well, this is what it is now (daze ya)
Pain, pure sky (phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
I'll be your dog in the corner (daze ya, phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
I will be your dog (daze ya)
In the corner (phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)

(Daze ya)
(Phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
(Daze ya)
(Phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
(Daze ya)
(Phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
(Daze ya)
(Phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
(Daze ya)
(Phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
(Daze ya)
(Phase ya)
(Happy days, yeah)
(Daze ya)
(Phase ya)
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Writer: Carlos O'Connell, Tom Collins, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan III, Grian Chatten
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY






Skinty Fia is the third studio album by Irish rock band Fontaines D.C. It was released on 22 April 2022 via Partisan Records. Like the band's two previous albums - 2019's Dogrel and 2020's A Hero's Death - Skinty Fia was produced by Dan Carey. Its title refers to an old Irish saying that drummer Tom Coll's great-aunt used to say; the phrase "Skinty Fia" translates to "the damnation of the deer". Both the title and the cover art allude to the extinct Irish elk, also known as the "giant deer".

Skinty Fia became the band's first number-one album in both Ireland and the UK. It reached number two in the Netherlands, and also placed in the top 10 of Belgium, France, Germany and Switzerland.

The album garnered the band a win for the Brit Award for International Group at the 2023 Brit Awards and a nomination for Album of the Year at the Choice Music Prize for the year 2022.
Genre(s): Post-punk, gothic rock
Producer(s): Dan Carey
Length: 44:52
Released: April 22nd, 2022
Year: 2022

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