Fionn Regan

The grass is screaming long
midnight cars roll past
i've been chasing your room
while the summer lasts
so count it on your fingers if we got it wrong
it's because the days have no numbers
if we leave tonight then we leave it all behind

drinking alphabetically because the beauty's gone all sore
honey dripping pale of skin while there's bodies underneath
the floor
so count it on your fingers
if we got it wrong it's cause the days have no numbers
if we leave tonight
then we leave it all behind

If you happen to read this
Rose was born
Child actoress
On the fifth day of the snow

Be good or be gone
Be good or be, be gone


The range is staggering
Movement and timing
Frame by frame
It did unfold

Be good or be gone
Be good or be, be gone


I read to you on saturdays
Museum has closed down
Sell all your things
At the end of the drive

Be good or be gone
Be good or be, be gone

I have become
An ariel view
Of a coastal town
That you once knew
Be good or be gone
Be good or be, be gone

Down here underneath the microscope,
it's hard to cope.
don't hide your face in your hands,
'cause if your eyes play tricks,
it's outta my control.

it's gonna be a long cold winter.
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child

if you don't love me, well, don't shove me
out into the dark
without a flashlight or a spark.
any stitches cling like bitches to my arms
for all my charms.

it's gonna be a crooked little winter
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child

she's walking home
to the devil's flowers.
the broken bones
of heavy hours.
we stayed out late,
it's a lighthouse trait.
and we'll take our time

Wait your turn
You always go for the jugular
Like a juggernaut
Spinning off the asphalt
We wait around pacing round this table
You arrive on time to help us lift the trophy

Bunker or basement the bills pile up
The street level it's a mining disaster
The options are blocked

Wait there girl you leave this place like a smuggler
Across the borders and the trenches we dug
We wait around in the resident's lounge
You arrive on time for the family photograph

Bunker or basement the bills pile up
The sea view never was an option
Below sea level
It's a mining disaster
The options are blocked

Hey Rabbit you've had it
Your fingers are in the coin disposal
Hey worm you're tunnelling out
You would not listen to their proposal
The springs in the mattress will never reveal
How I entered
In a hospital ward across a billboard

The girl who collects shells has gone back to the shore
Hearing voices in car parks, pull a diamond from your sleeve

Hey badger you're punches
out your mouth is around an aerosol can
Well they want you to sink, but you stood up an swam
Ideas are like sparrows
they dart down the hall, the chimney and out of the spout
down a worm hole and back up my mouth

The girl who collects shells has gone back to the shore
Hearing voices in car parks
Pull a diamond from your sleeve

No one these days says thank you
When you open doors for them anymore
Well I made you rich and you made me poor

They're biting at your heels
Country lanes lead to fields
Who was that fox caught in that trap
Laid with hunters map
When the could rolls back
back
back
I'll meet you by the mill

Depressions in your neck
He's just keeping you on track
Who was that fox caught in that trap
Laid with hunters map
When the cloud rolls back
Back
Back
I'll meet you by the mill

You shake hands with lightning
For an apple on a string
You shake hands with lightning
For an apple on a string

There's nobody out there, it's just the noise of the wind
There's nobody out there and nobody is getting in
I hope that happiness finds it's way to your little house

While you were sleeping I, I played a ghost in a sheet
When our frames collide there's nothing left to be

There's nobody out there, the rain is just starting to fall
You get some reset now you'll worry yourself thin
I hope that happiness finds it's way to your little house

While you were sleeping I, I played a ghost in a sheet
When our frames collide there's nothing left to be
The skeletal wings of birds I'll take the stairs
The ghosts of tiny animals with the tiniest of feet
The forecast is going down a storm

I apologise,
seem to have arrived,
On what items in my bag from your house.
There's cutlery,
a tablecloth, some Hennessy,
And a book on Presidents deceased.
I'll have them fed-exed to you,
It was a strange thing to do,
I hope we can still be friends.
Ah, it was not me,
but someone else, you see,
Twisting the steering reins.

Put a penny in the slot and make an
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.

I don't give advise,
But be wise and think twice,
Before getting involved in a game.
Where the minority
Face the majority,
Who are faceless and born without names.
Was it knock synch when
we came across three men,
They had church candles wrapped in newspaper.
I bought two from them,
And I'll lit one for you,
I hope the message made it's way down the wire.

Put a penny in the slot and make an
artificial li-ii-iight shine,
Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.

The soul of a dog,
he's alive and not gone
To the farm like the others said.
A Rhodesian richback,
Off the beaten track,
In a furniture shop down on the quays.
For the lonliness you foster,
I suggest Paul Oster,
A book called Timbuktu.

Put a penny in the slot and watch the
Drunken sailor boy dance.
She will not let you be
Her lov-ver.
She goes out looking for
The taxi.
Her phone is ringing straight to
Message-minder.
Send out a battalion to
Find her.

Put a penny in the slot and count the
Swans through a te-elescope.
I can't help from cryin'
I wish you were mine.

When I was seventeen,
I followed my dream,
Up into a high-rise block.
The adventures of Augie March,
By Saul Bel-low,
Was all I had for company.
At night time I'd lie
In Beckingham pike,
With tears like flashbulbs.
And recall my treasure-
Searching days,
In the rock pools as a kid.

To the remains of
The cherub plains,
Or around the bonfire in Nailors’

We came down by the factory
Industrial yarns where my father did work
When I was a boy I went to far
I lost the tread in the darkest of space
If I become antique you'll collect me
If I become cheap then you will respect me
My jumper is soaked in pig's blood
I'm coming out looking for you
If you pull a hatchet I'll pull something to match it
How about your wife, I'll give her a good life
My vehicle is in your drive
Hey I'm not that low
The wolves came on the radio
Transmitted through a portal in the snowy Atlas Mountains

I still see you as a baby, I do
Climbing onto the stage in front of the school
High strung
The cat got your tongue
The spotlight came out
You'd been strung
I followed the trail
when I heard that they found
you in the cowshed
I still see the insect filled jars in rows
The calculations and the diagrams, constellations
High strung
The cat got your tongue
The spotlight came out
You'd been hung
I followed the trail
when I heard that they found
You in the cowshed

I feel your sorrow chasing tomorrow
There is no distance in your absence
If you call the monsters they will appear
Like I disappear Blackout
There is resistance behind enemy lines
There goes the hatred bursting through the fabric
If you call the monsters they will appear
Like I disappear Blackout
You are here
You are here
You are here

The roots go deep below ground
I like to walk with you in the evening
Up the hill and back down
I watch the mailboat from the clearing

My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you
And I'm changing the ribbons in this old underwood
Step put of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home
for someone who lives alone

I draw a line from A to B and what happens in between
It is an open mystery as far as I can see

My mind is so confused, I climb back on top of you
And I'm changing the ribbons in this old underwood
Step put of your dress and I'll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home