'Stories from Somewhere' is a collection of anecdotes about myself and Laura's last few years together, from when we first met on a hedonistic, whiskey laden night in Dublin to our move to Camden, London and our subsequent ventures across the Thames to the Oval area, our current home....
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The first time we met a flying bottle cracked your head, an ambulance was called, in the hospital bed you said “If this is Dublin life then I’m unimpressed I’ve got blood in my hair and I’ve ruined my dress, but I can’t help but laugh, I can’t help but laugh”
The next day at my house you came with a Guinneas in your hand, “It’d because I’m lacking Iron from the accident I’ve had” (M) The black stuff proved the perfect cure, we ran to the river to drink some more, you couldn’t help but laugh you couldn’t help but laugh when I hit the floor.
If that’s all we need to fall in love, let’s do it again, let’s do it again.
O Keep me hiding from the truth, only ever want to make it out, only ever want to make it out with you.
When London called we said “we won’t go from black to red, we’ll find some part time jobs, play our music, pay the rent” “But the Camden Eye, doused me with wine, the Black Heart pumped my soul with Gin, some nights we had to laugh, some nights we had to laugh.
Remember crawling up the stairway? “Of course I remember that, you were hanging from the bannisters singing ‘Sally MacLennane’” “You dropped my phone in a pint of Stout” You lost my ID but I’ll do without” “sometimes you’ve got to laugh, sometimes you’ve got to laugh at it all”
If that’s all we need to fall in love, let’s do it again, let’s do it again.
O Keep me hiding from the truth, only ever want to make it out, only ever want to make it out with you.
O Wasted time is wasted youth, only ever want to make it out, only ever want to make it out with you.
When we moved across the Thames back home never felt so close, from the stories of the railways, the valleys, the country roads. Tears were shed we lost a friend, but bonds so close they never end, they live on and on, yea they live on and on.
Now here we are in Oval fighting the ruthless wheels of time, the future’s brought me back to a life I thought I’d left behind, “Will the songs we sang return to dust? Will the dreams we dreamed begin to rust, only if you say yea only if you say that they must.”
If that’s all we need to fall in love, let’s do it again, let’s do it again.
O Keep me hiding from the truth, only ever want to make it out, only ever want to make it out with you.
O Wasted time is wasted youth, only ever want to make it out, only ever want to make it out with you.
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