communication is where it breaks down
humiliation is all that's left now
apologetic, you say you're sorry
you're pathetic, you won't be bothering me
just like I told you before
don't wanna see you knockin' at my door
don't wanna see you round here no more
give me a little respect
not long 'till someone breaks your neck
you're just a wreck
and nothing's gonna change
not much that you can say and
everything you do is fucking lame
your misdirection is all you offered
cooperation is dead, why bother
you live your life in someone else's dreams
and you'll find you've slid between the seams
I thought I told you before
don't wanna see you knockin' at my door
don't wanna see you round here no more
I think enough has been said
takes too much to get it through your head
might as well be dead and
nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change
not much that you can say and
everything you do is fucking lame
and you think something's wrong with me
or maybe you can't see what I can see
I say there must be something wrong with you
and maybe you can't do what I can doWill you meet me on Clare Island
Summer stars are in the sky
We'll get the ferry out from Roonagh
And wave all our cares goodbye
And we'll go dancing at the ceili
We'll go kissing on the strand
Take our clothes of in the moonlight
Skinny-dipping hand in hand
And we'll start drinking in the twilight
Keep it up until the dawn
In both the bars
Because there's no guards
To take our names and send us home.
Will you meet me on Clare Island
Gettin' weary of the city
Seems so many things have changed
Let's head off for Nora Dalys home
Where she's walked
It never rained
So will you meet me on Clare Island
And if there's wild and tall white horses
And the swell rolls in the bay
I won't care if the boat can't sail
Sure we'll get home
Some other day
So will you meet me on Clare Island.
(the locals say “in “ to the Island and out to the mainland but the song feels right from a tourists point of view)
Copyright D.Carton/L.Moran.