What Comes Next?

Felonies new self-produced EP, ‘What Comes Next.’ is a concept EP exploring the reasons for mass emigration of Irish Youth today (such as Drugs, Suicide, the Housing Crisis and Homelessness). Recorded over one week between a bedroom and a grandparents sitting room.

Track Listing

What Comes Next
Welcome
S.A.P.
Small Town Syndrome
You’re so Dark
Guide to Art
Knock, Knock

(Intro)

Welcome

Welcome One and All aboard this flight to London,
I can guarantee this journey won’t be a fun one,
Why we gotta do this you’re all probably wondering?
Because your countries government are shit at covering
Up the facts, They paint it black, They make it illegal
What kinda countries government does this to it’s people?
The kind that filled their septic tanks with womens unborn fetal
matter, What’s the matter? Future hopes have all been shattered.

One, Two, Three, Four
I’m not staying anymore
One Two, Three, Four
We’re not staying anymore

Welcome one and all aboard this flight to Dublin
I can guarantee that journey wasn’t a fun one
By the time we land you’ll probably feel the rumbling
Of a revolution everywhere from Cork to Crumlin
We scream and march against these shady lawyers who parry
Using swords of lingerie defending Paddy, Stu and Larry
Our time is up, I know it’s fucked but here I am smirking
Through gritted teeth, Not losing Sleep
At least our healthcare’s working,
Wait.

One, Two, Three, Four
I’m not staying anymore
One, Two, Three, Four
Graduate then out the door
One, Two, Three, Four
We’re not staying anymore
One, Two, Three, Four
Graduate then out the door

One, Two, Three, Four
We’re not staying anymore
Five, Six, Seven, Eight
Your gate is closing don’t be late.
Don’t be late.

S.A.P.

Eleven and Three Quarters is a way out
But a way in too –
Under criminal possession
But above the rapped wrists
Doled out by pissed up shits
In Garda jackets – Smoked in sheds in lieu
Of anything else
Cause there’s nothing here to do.

I saw one stand and shout as a body
Floated down the Dargle.
Just a young lad gone mad
Too fond of the gargle
Snagged on a Penney’s tag on a cracked brick
Sprayed murky red.
Face down, empty bag, another prick’s names been read.

I’m going to cause an issue
I know I will
Too many thoughts in my head
And time to kill

Motherfucker
T-Shirt Tucker
Never really was a looker
Went and took her
That’s just fine
Really mate, just sublime
Pill-checker
Head-wrecker
Rickshaw off
Exchequer
Pill-Checker
Head-Wreacker
Rickshaw off
Exchequer.

Trinners is for Winners
Then I suppose I’ve lost-
The plot again
For thinking that I had it sussed.
Tried to kick the drink
Like a Cambodian can-bomb,
Blew my arse through my head
Now I know I’m fucked.
And three-bed-houses
Lie like the teeth
Of a smiling portrait
That’s dead beneath
All these safety nets
Can’t catch us all
Step off the edge
And take that fall.

An Erasmus student said
“You Irish, drink to die”
I laughed and kept walking
I had cans to buy

I’m going to cause an issue x8
I know I will

Small Town Syndrome

A generation guided under false propositions
Shows little education when it comes to dirty dishes piling
Up.
Going up, Going down, It’s a dirty old town
Whatcha’ cleaning up for? Don’t queue at the door.
Cause the brass yard bell isn’t ringing anymore
Let yourself run, Let yourself run, Let yourself
Run.

Eamonn’s emigrated and Jamie’s gone to rehab
While Sarah has a baby who doesn’t know her Dad
He was hung up on something, oh yeah it was
Tree, Two, One little push was all that it takes
And community spirit is in full thrive
Because we haven’t had a suicide since 2009
And even if we did, you know we’d try to hide it
Cause we can’t be having death in a place already dying

You don’t know how big life is
When you’re stuck in a bottomless pit

While trying to find a way to get out
There is an overbearing feeling and a shadow of doubt
About everything that you’ve ever known
You’ll no longer get to sit atop your ivory throne
So go ahead make your decisions
Get out while you can or watch yourself
Get Sucked In.

You don’t know how big life is
When you’re stuck in a bottomless pit
You don’t know how big life is
When you’re stuck in a bottomless pit

You’re so Dark

Living is the aim but livings only the mark
Smoke is from the flame but only comes from the spark
I’m certain that the bite is only worse than the bark
But nonetheless I give a restless cry in the dark

If everybody else is lonely how can I be all alone?

You’ll never love the living if you’re yearning for the dying
I’ll never live a hundred years if I succeed in trying

You’re so dark
Its coming its coming its
You’re so dark
Its coming its coming its
You’re so

Can you smell the flowers?
In the window sill they’re dying in the

Looks like summer showers
Apathetic but I’m prying for the

Question to the answer
And I’m feeling kinda free

I’ll never take a chance because it’s not a certainty

What we’ve won is never over
Heavens living here with me
Funny how it casts a shadow
Funny how it’s hard to see

You’re so dark
Its coming its coming its
You’re so dark
Its coming its coming its
You’re so dark

Guide to Art

Waking up with the regret in your head
You check the phone repeat the same
Say that you’d rather be dead
Self-Diagnosis showing signs of a Columbian Flu
Whip out the wallet, Straight back on it, Coming down is nothing new
So

Do you wanna, Do you wanna, Do you wanna?
Do you wanna, Do you wanna get a

Lad from down the pub is smirking, calls me over
He says I’m six pints in but I’m thinking, brother

Do you wanna, Do you wanna, Do you wanna?
Do you wanna, Do you wanna get a bag?

Survived another week inside my cubicle prison
Now the only thing that’s on my mind is lack of ambition
To be myself this weekend or anything close
Come find me in the bathroom with a key up my nose

Do you wanna, Do you wanna, Do you wanna?
Do you wanna, Do you wanna get a

That’s Art, Live at home on your own watch the rent go up your nose
That’s Art, Live at home on your own watch the rent go up your nose

He’s off the floor, but where’d he go?
He’s at the urinal taking a piss I hope,
He’s in the cubicle writing a formal note
To Doctor Charlie on a twenty note

Do you wanna, Do you wanna, Do you wanna?
Do you wanna, Do you wanna get a

That’s Art, Live at home on your own watch the rent go up your nose
That’s Art, Live at home on your own watch the rent go up your nose

A few flicks, for a few ticks, Too slick
For you, Your Crew, They knew it too
Came to words over cubicle real estate
And with my gums tingling I’m getting quite irate.
And A few flicks, for a few ticks, Too slick
For you, Your Crew, They knew it too
Came to words over cubicle real estate
With no peace in mind, Problems generate

That’s Art, Live at home on your own watch the rent go up your nose
That’s Art, Live at home on your own watch the rent go up your nose
That’s Art, Live at home on your own watch the rent go up your nose
That’s Art, Live at home on your own watch it all go up in smoke

Damn, I really tried didn’t I?
Right then, Dreaming is reality too.
Diminished, I rarely talked
Damaged, I rang the doc
In retrospect, The dream is running thin.

Knock, Knock

Remember when you said
“Clean your room, Make your bed,
Study hard, Get a degree”
And then you fucked with me
“Get a big job and a big house,
Marry a wife, and have a kid, and a family”
Fallacy
Don’t be caught dead working minimal wage
You’ll be living with Mammy and Daddy ’til you’re thirty three
Guards in Ballies are perceived as credible
And landlords make sure your doors are impregnable

I’m just looking for a place my head can lay,
They all like to shout he’s too broken stay away
I’m just looking for some space, space to end the day
They all like to shout just a token stay away
I just want people to listen to what I say
They all like to shout not smart enough stay away
I just wanna win the race, Youth to berate
They all like to shout, they’re all fucked stay away.

One Two, Three Four
Knocks at the door
Oh shit, landlord, back for some more
Cash it’s time the rent is ude
Up four percent cause he can do
All that he wants cause he knows you’ve
Bitten off more than you can chew

We were promised it all
Yet no-ones making the call
They say that things will get better
If we just go hell for leather
And study aimlessly and everynight despite the fact
That every man and woman is in a constant fight
And I’ll be damned if I’m to die
Without a home to call my own
I’ll ask the question once again
Since when are we not human?

Credits

released April 26, 2019

Recorded and Mixed by Aaron Meagher.
Engineered by Maria McGrath.
Mastered by Jack Rudden.
Artwork by Ryan Mortell.
Photography by Nicholas O’Donnell.
Special Thanks to Ernie Gallagher, Conor O’Regan and Gavin Lawless.