Normally don't listen to this type of music, but the words "We don't eat until your father's at the table" were words I grew up with. Love the song and will listen more to this artists music.
Who the fuck even cares about how he looks when he's singing? It's not about how you look, it's all about how you sing. If you can't stand the sight of him, just close your eyes and listen, 'cause this music is fucking gold.
Dovetail heart Cadillac by Terrance HillSo you’re in your world and you see the sky, and a smile comes over you, and I know what’s coming...Shooter’s got story, of big golden rings, time warps, and ruby red wines in pastel CadillacsJust outside the limits, into the midnight breezes blowing away everything, in the fast lane…You’ve got your limits, and I’ve got mine, and we all like a little kindness, and we say we’re just fine… There are mansions of stone, a fortress of snow; in an Icelandic fable…perhaps you’re not ready to hold us. All?we were pilgrims, out in front of the typhoons…Guitars and sweet bars, all lyrical suspensions visible to sweet clarion callingWhat we have here is mingling and intellectual suicide Come what may, we’ll all jump into laughter Calling out an ancient theme as we fade away past the edges…Do not fear failing, or falling, its all just a notion of people we don’t know….How far are we from oblivion, it’s a guess as far as I can tellA song wrapped in oiled sapelle and walnut strung guitars someone forgot to play in our last concert...
If this is redemption, why do I bother at all There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed Still I'd rather be working at something, than praying for the rain So I wander on, till someone else is saved I moved to the coast, under a mountain Swam in the ocean, slept on my own At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay I'd remember all the things my mother wrote That we don't eat until your father's at the table We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust Never once has any man I've met been able to love So if I were you, I'd have a little trust Two thousand years, I've been in that water Two thousand years, sunk like a stone Desperately reaching for nets That the fishermen have thrown Trying to find, a little bit of hope Me I was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all So if in the future I might need myself a savior I'll remember what was written on that wall That we don't eat until your father's at the table We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust Never once has any man I've met been able to love So if I were you, I'd have a little trust Am I an honest man and true Have I been good to you at all Oh I'm so tired of playing these games We'd just be running down The same old lines, the same old stories of Breathless trains and, worn down glories Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own So we don't eat until your father's at the table We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust Never once has any man I've met been able to love So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust
I love this song so much. I can just close my eyes and it makes me feel things.
Normally don't listen to this type of music, but the words "We don't eat until your father's at the table" were words I grew up with. Love the song and will listen more to this artists music.
Thank you, brother.
his voice is sooo beautiful!!
so nostalgic. this song makes me weep everytime.
Who the fuck even cares about how he looks when he's singing? It's not about how you look, it's all about how you sing. If you can't stand the sight of him, just close your eyes and listen, 'cause this music is fucking gold.
2 thousand years i been in that water!! Nearly every house in Ireland didn't eat till father was at the table!!
What a voice, awesome
I love him :')
New to him and his music. "Hannigram" brought me here just mere 30 minutes ago, and I've fallen in love with his music already.
This is just so beautiful. When I hear him singing I wonder how people have the audacity to call pop crap music...
Awesome! Its nice to actually see someone who can sing live! :)
❤❤❤
good performer
HOOOOOOO LOVE THIS SONG :D♥
yes
I love this! I love FaceCulture. Ohh
Great, as ususal!
If this is redemption, why do I bother at all
There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
Still I'd rather be working at something, than praying for the rain
So I wander on, till someone else is saved
I moved to the coast, under a mountain
Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
I'd remember all the things my mother wrote
That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust
Two thousand years, I've been in that water
Two thousand years, sunk like a stone
Desperately reaching for nets
That the fishermen have thrown
Trying to find, a little bit of hope
Me I was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid
Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
So if in the future I might need myself a savior
I'll remember what was written on that wall
That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust
Am I an honest man and true
Have I been good to you at all
Oh I'm so tired of playing these games
We'd just be running down
The same old lines, the same old stories of
Breathless trains and, worn down glories
Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own
So we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust
Songwriters: James Mcmorrow
We Don't Eat lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
yeah I agree
PLEASE COME TO AMERICA
lekker dat gevoel wat hij brengt met dit liedje
2:54-3:17 🔥
Dovetail heart Cadillac by Terrance HillSo you’re in your world and you see the sky, and a smile comes over you, and I
know what’s coming...Shooter’s got story, of big golden rings, time warps, and ruby red wines in pastel
CadillacsJust outside the limits, into the midnight breezes blowing away everything, in the
fast lane…You’ve got your limits, and I’ve got mine, and we all like a little kindness, and we
say we’re just fine…
There are mansions of stone, a fortress of
snow; in an Icelandic fable…perhaps you’re not ready to hold us. All?we were pilgrims, out in front of the typhoons…Guitars and sweet bars, all lyrical suspensions visible to sweet clarion callingWhat we have here is mingling and intellectual suicide Come what may, we’ll all jump into laughter
Calling out an ancient theme as we fade away past the edges…Do not fear failing, or falling, its all just a notion of people we don’t know….How far are we from oblivion, it’s a guess as far as I can tellA song wrapped in oiled sapelle and walnut strung guitars someone forgot to play in our last concert...
super leuke liedjes !! weet iemand ook waar je deze liedjes kunt downloaden ?:)
I thought his talking voice would sound more Irish than his singing voice, but it's actually the other way around.
It's shocking how uncultured some people are, please just save your trivial comments and learn to appreciate beauty and embrace the music !!
its his song, he can rush it, mate. ;)
he's rushing it a bit, but still great
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wafflesandslagroom not to be "that guy" but its technically folk/singer/songwriter
This reminds me to shave
one person died becouse he didn't eat.
Maybe because it's not pop...
this..is..not..pop...getout.
If this is redemption, why do I bother at all
There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
Still I'd rather be working at something, than praying for the rain
So I wander on, till someone else is saved
I moved to the coast, under a mountain
Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
I'd remember all the things my mother wrote
That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust
Two thousand years, I've been in that water
Two thousand years, sunk like a stone
Desperately reaching for nets
That the fishermen have thrown
Trying to find, a little bit of hope
Me I was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid
Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
So if in the future I might need myself a savior
I'll remember what was written on that wall
That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust
Am I an honest man and true
Have I been good to you at all
Oh I'm so tired of playing these games
We'd just be running down
The same old lines, the same old stories of
Breathless trains and, worn down glories
Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own
So we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust