Fionn Regan

Thursday 06 September, 2012 at 9:30 am

Irish singer/songwriter Fionn Regan does things to a guitar most guitars can only fantasize about. His lyrics are phenomenal (‘Hey Rabbit’ is a great example), and his voice is everything you could hope for from a singer. Check out these four songs from his stunning debut album ‘End Of History’:

Be Good Or Be Gone

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Lyrics

If you happen to read this,
Rose was born
Child actress,
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

Hey Rabbit

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Lyrics

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 coast
Hearing voices in car parks, pull a diamond from your sleeve

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

The girl who collects shells has gone back to the coast
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

The Underwood Typewriter

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Lyrics

The roots are deep below ground
I like to walk with you in the evening
Up the hill and back down
I watch the mail boat 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
Well, step out 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
Well, step out of your dress and I’ll wear you like a hood
For a hood is a home for someone who lives alone

Abacus

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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

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http://www.fionnregan.com/