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“I’ve lots of memories of growing up in limerick, good and bad.
With 'Waiting' I wanted to put into perspective how my hometown shaped my personality”
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VIDEO
Directed & Produced by Shane Serrano
MUSIC
Composed & Produced by Enda Gallery
Lyrics & Vocals by Strange Boy
Guitar by Conal O'Kane
Banjo by Derek Ullenboom
Flute by Enda Gallery
The album recording was supported through funding from the Department of Tourism, Culture, Arts, Gaeltacht, Sports and Media as administered via Music Industry Stimulus Package 2020.
LYRICS
Smokey days came then exhaled,
shaky ground had me pulling weight.
Trips around estates, I weren’t keen to stay.
But if peer pressure hears your name called you don’t have a say.
And if the shades call you don’t say your name.
And if them lights flash then we taking chase.
Go head and light that smoke until your brains.
That’s the tone of my home it’s all.
Hopeful dreams of getting outta life alive,
unholy schemes utilised to try survive.
Get out the dirt easy nah you’d be surprised,
cus when golds in the soil it’s so hard to say goodbye.
Once more to be a fool walking school through the foggy dew,
dumb know it all flying blind.
Stop peeking out that window, mind your business close them blinds.
Parasites been sucking blood I’m pale white like the sky.
I’m conflicted in this life.
Good heart but bad intentions, I’m afflicted by my times.
Fucks a job role, models not about got left behind.
Excuse excuses but I plead play the victim pay the price.
Laughing crying silent I’m addicted to the lies,
I’m too spiteful breaking bread forgiveness.
Shit is not my style, came out the womb with a chip on my shoulder,
my demise my oh my.
Father drinking mother crying night time lullabies,
what am I paying for praying for better times.
Heavy eyes steady hands waiting way more,
happy days never came anyways nothing changed.
Vacate from myself on my heart there’s a strain.
What am I paying for praying for better times.
Heavy eyes steady hands waiting way more,
happy days never came anyways nothing changed.
Vacate from myself on my heart there’s a strain.
'Waiting' by Strange Boy (prod. by Enda Gallery)
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