Fontaines D.C. - Oh Such a Spring

 Down by the docks

The weather was fine
The sailors were drinking American wine
And I wished I could go back to spring again

Now they're all gone
That's life moving on
Some stay behind to get drunk on the sun
They wish they could go back to spring again
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring

The noise of the town
The salt in the air
It plays all around
But I no longer care
And I wish I could go back to spring again
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring
Oh, such a spring

They try words
And down through the years
It all turns to tears
They don't know
But they try anyway

The clouds cleared up
The sun hit the sky
I watched all the folks go to work
Just to die
And I wished I could go back to spring again

Compositores: Grian Alexander Chatten / Carlos Ramos O'Connell / Conor Patrick Deegan / Conor Patrick Curley / Thomas Patrick Coll

 

I Don't Belong de Fontaines D.C.

 You should have heard me in the lounger

Telling people what they was
Spitting out all types of sugar
Just dying for a cause, cause, cause

A smiler slithered to my corner
On a face so true
My word is always in the ready
And I'll attribute that to you

I don't belong to anyone
I don't belong to anyone
I don't belong to anyone
I don't wanna belong to anyone

You should have heard him in the bowery
Learning people with a tongue
Cut from second-hand cloth
Make the women feel young

I heard him serving as a soldier
In the annexe of the earth
Threw himself before a bullet
And threw the metal to the dirt
Hear the man's word

I don't belong to anyone
I don't belong to anyone
I don't belong to anyone
I don't wanna belong to anyone

I don't belong to anyone
I don't belong to anyone
I don't belong to anyone
I don't wanna belong to anyone

I don't belong to anyone
I don't belong to anyone
I don't belong to anyone
I don't wanna belong to anyone

Compositores: Carlos Ramos O Connell / Conor Patrick Deegan / Thomas Patrick Coll / Grian Alexander Chatten / Conor Patrick Curley