Can't Be Late

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released July 23, 2019

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Undying Heads

Travelling duo playing original compositions. Singer songwriter from Dublin, Frank Ryder on Mandola & Guitar and singer Sam Wilkinson from Cirencester on Bodhran & Percussion. In 2019 Undying Heads will tour Portugal and Spain.

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Track Name: The Start of the Journey
The start of the journey
Is the part of the journey
That I like the best
I will start a new journey
I will start a new journey
Each and every day
Every day

The first step is the hardest
The first step is the hardest
That I have to take
I will not let myself rest
I will not let myself rest
I will not let myself rest
Till that step is made
Step is made

There are questions to be answered
There are questions to be answered
I know it’s a test
I will answer those questions
I will answer those questions
I will answer those questions
To my best
To my best

The start of the journey
Is the part of the journey
The start of the journey
Is the part of the journey
The start of the journey
Is the part of the journey
The start of the journey
Is the part of the journey
That I like the best
Track Name: Cliff Walks
The death of hope, gone to waste
Lost my taste for believing
Must be me, cos I can see
Nothing else has changed
The sky is grey, the sun is grey
My skin is grey in places
People pass, they are grey
I don’t even see their faces

Cliff walks the fragile edge
Fragile eggshell hits the ledge
Cracks on impact, stresses end
For a while you’re in denial

The price of love, is pain
Pain is the price of love
Deeper the one
Sharper the other
Track Name: The More You Know
It was hard, it was bitter and it wasn’t ripe
The apple I took from the tree of life
It was slippy and scaly with those wicked eyes
The snake in the tree of paradise
I could have waited till the apple fell
But then the snake would have no tale to tell
The tale got told, the hearts did harden
Into an exit sign, I left the garden

I hurried on down my chosen path
I could not take it slow
And I soon realised
That the more you know
The more you know you don’t know

I was wearing a fig leaf to hide my nature
When somebody caught my eye
I tried to keep working, tried to keep my head down
But I was soon pointing up at the sky
I tried to keep working, tried to keep my head down
Instead I said have you time for a song
The song got sung, and her right there with me
Soon she was singing along

I hurried on down my chosen path
I could not take it slow
I soon realised
That the more you know
The more you know you don’t know

I was picking some blossom under the sun
That shines equally for everyone
It shines down on us from the heavens above
How can a flower be wrong?
I was threatened with a bullet in the night
To stop me dead in full flight
I saw this pathetic display of might
How can a gun be right?

I hurried on down my chosen path
I could not take it slow
I soon realised
That the more you know
The more you know you don’t know

I hurried on down my chosen path
I could not take it slow
I soon realised
That the more you know
The more you know you don’t know
Well I soon realised
That the more you know
The more you know you do not know
Track Name: When My Ship Comes in
Drinking beer for breakfast, lunch and dinner too
I ain’t been eating so well, now I’m not cooking for you
My clothes are falling apart just like my head and my heart sometimes
Oh I feel, feel like I’m going down

When my ship comes in
When my ship, when my ship, when my ship comes in
I’ll probably miss it the shape I’m in
I’ll miss it the shape I’m in
I’ll miss that ship when that ship comes in
I’ll miss it again and again and again

Down the road thinking of, the times gone by
From down this low it’s hard to believe that I was ever up so high
The rain, the wind, the cold, I’m sitting on this rocky shore
I just can’t seem to pick myself off the floor

When my ship comes in
When my ship, when my ship, when my ship comes in
I’ll probably miss it the shape I’m in
I’ll miss it the shape I’m in
I’ll miss that ship when that ship comes in
I’ll miss it again and again and again

Drinking beer, drinking beer all of the time
Drinking beer all of the time
All I remember is you, when you closed the door
I just cannot pick myself off the floor

When my ship comes in
When my ship, when my ship, when my ship comes in
I’ll probably miss it the shape I’m in
I’ll miss it the shape I’m in
I’ll miss that ship when that ship comes in
I’ll miss it again and again and again
Track Name: American Space
The hate says more about the hater than the hated
The take says more about the taker than the taken
And I, I am not blind, I see it all

We live in American space
Blind to Kashmir, eyeless in Gaza
And I, I am not blind, I see it all

The internet is a weapon
On us the war they wage
Invented by the military of Amerikay
And I don't trust those cunts, not at all

The internet of hate
The hack the leak the fake
Anti-social social media
Cunts calling cunts cunts
And I, I am not blind, I see it all

We live in American space
We live in American space
We live in American space
We live in American space
And I, I am not blind, I see it all

The hate says more about the hater than the hated
Hate says more about the hater than the hated
Hate says more about the hater than the hated
Hate says more about the hater than the hated
Track Name: King of the Cage
Got the jail pallor cos I’ve been inside
I ain’t seen nothing of the sweet sunshine
Some time spent in the penitentiary
Kept me away from the 21st century
Godfather, mother fucker, man-made law
We’re all locked up and lacking in love
Got no faith in nothing above
Cos I’m a dead loss me
Don’t cross me

My tattooed tears mark me
As a man too tough to cry
Hardened and tempered by killing
I will live my life inside
Some say they respect me
But I know they’s just afraid
They call me the king of the cage
And that’s my shame
Reputation counts the baddest of the bad
That’s me, fucking mad
Come here give me that
Cos I’m a dead loss me
Don’t cross me

There is dishonour among thieves
And rapists and killers
You might turn the other cheek
But don’t you ever turn your back
And don’t attack, attack, attack
There must be a way
To reach some mother’s son
And some who have no one
And some who have no one
Me I’m looking forward
The time stretches ahead
Every day is gonna be the same
Every day is gonna be the same
Every day is gonna be the same
Every day is gonna be the same
Cos I’m a dead loss me
Don’t cross me
Track Name: Where Do We Go to from Here?
Where do we go to from here?
Who’s gonna throw the first stone?
What’s gonna keep us at home?
Waiting for prophecy to be fulfilled
And served chilled

Where is the red hot fire of rage?
Like you used to see in the old days
I’m talking two two seventy two Dublin city
Two two seventy two burn it up

If the free press is so free
Why do they all say the same thing?
Tell the same stories, sell the same worries
Raise misfits over mystics, sinners over saints
Silencing complaints, ensuring compliance
Disappearing stories about disappearing planes
Disappearing, disappearing, where’d it go?

I will make myself sick, if I can’t let this go
I will make myself sick, if I can’t let things flow
Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow, let it flow
Let it flow, and let it flower, and let it flower, and let it flow and let it go

Where do we go to from here?
Where do we go to from here?
Where do we go to from here?
Where do we go to from here?
Track Name: A Brief Song About Time
They say we’re running out of time
Looks to me like it goes on forever
It’s all mixed up with space and light and stuff
Oh they tell me it’s really hard to measure

Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh
Ate a clock at half past seven, now I can’t tell the time
But I have it on my hands, when my hands are mine
When my hands are mine, when my hands are mine

Gotta make some time to do my updates
Updating takes up all my time
Never hesitate to do your updates
Cos you can’t be late, you can’t be late, you can’t be late

Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh
Ate a clock at half past seven, now I can’t tell the time
But I have it on my hands, when my hands are mine
When my hands are mine, when my hands are mine

Ain’t got no time for space in my life
Ain’t got no space for time in my life
Ain’t got no time, no space, no life at all
Ain’t got no space for time in my life

Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh, yeh… Yeh, yeh, yeh
Eight o’clock at half past seven, now I can’t tell the time
But I have it on my hands, when my hands are mine
When my hands are mine, when my hands are mine
Track Name: Been Too Busy
I heard this story in the nineteen seventies
That we could stop the bomb with a hundred monkeys
I went down to the sea, my fruit to wash
The beach was more crowded than Hieronymus Bosch

Been too busy, made a mess
Tarmac, concrete, all the stress
We can get by with a whole lot less
Been too busy, made a mess, made a mess

With metal and petrol go fast and far
Set a new land speed record with your racing car
Criss cross the sky with your aeroplanes
Terrify the hippies with the old chem trails

Been too busy, made a mess
Tarmac, concrete, all the stress
We can get by with a whole lot less
Been too busy, made a mess, made a mess

The cranes lift the buildings up into the sky
The people in the penthouse they are getting so high
Think they’re all safe like a rabbit in a hutch
They don’t feel nothing cos they’re way out of touch

Been too busy, made a mess
Tarmac, concrete, all the stress
We can get by with a whole lot less
Been too busy, made a mess, made a mess

The sea is gonna rise, the sun is gonna burn
There is no escape, we can all take turns
Living in a bubble it will do no good
You’ll never survive without water or food

Been too busy, made a mess
Tarmac, concrete, all the stress
We can get by with a whole lot less
Been too busy, made a mess, made a mess

Future students of archaeology
Will be so confused by the daily billion selfies
People so obsessed with looking at themselves
Never realised we were living in hell

Been too busy, made a mess
Tarmac, concrete, all the stress
We can get by with a whole lot less
Been too busy, made a mess, made a mess

Slow down, slow it down
Slow down, we are going down
Track Name: 247365
We’ve got music, we’ve got love
We’ve got food to share with you
We’ve got wheels upon the road
We’ve got the will to make them roll

247365 always pulsing and alive
247365 pulsing and alive, oh yeh

I heard the booming fairy canon
Roaring in Bundoran, the water is alive
Up at the falls, down in Glencar
We have seen the fairies fly

247365 always pulsing and alive
247365 pulsing and alive, we’re alive

Pakistani boys, dancing in a circle
It’s like Bollywood down our street
All the little kids, involuntary motion
They are moving to the beat

247365 always pulsing and alive
247365 pulsing and alive, we’re alive

Hey let’s try a different way
Things are gonna go, so much better today
Here’s what we’re gonna do
I just want to have some fun with you
I just want to have some fun with you
I just want to have some fun

247365 always pulsing and alive
247365 pulsing and alive, oh yeh
Track Name: Code of the Road
The universe will provide
Has been my guide for some time now
Let’s enjoy the ride
Enjoy the ride

We ain’t got much
What we got we share
Living by the code of the road
We’re moving round
Here there and everywhere
Hobo ain’t carrying no load

We’re looking rough and ready
The rougher the better
Never underestimate your hobo man
Only half awake and just half dressed
And still half drunk
Hobo life is the life for me

We ain’t got much
What we got we share
Living by the code of the road
We’re moving round
Here there and everywhere
Hobo ain’t carrying no load

I have never cared to sit in chairs
In which old kings have sat
Or to wear their crown upon my head
To replace my hat
Don’t touch my head
Don’t touch my hat
I will not doff my cap
To you

We ain’t got much
What we got we share
Living by the code of the road
We’re moving round
Here there and everywhere
Hobo ain’t carrying no load

I got my hands in my pockets
And the old rogues eloquent prose
Recognising a superior in no-one
That’s how it goes
Hobo life is the life
Hobo life is the life
Hobo life is the life for me

We ain’t got much
What we got we share
Living by the code of the road
We’re moving round
Here there and everywhere
Hobo ain’t carrying
Hobo ain’t carrying
Hobo ain’t carrying no load

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