Gate Fever

by Paddy Nash

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1.
Conor 03:41
Conor has a dream He wants to be a famous singer He works at the Willow Tree And plays there on a Friday We take our hats off to ya When you sing that Hallelujah Hallelujah Conor knows the score He knows it’s down to luck and timing It makes him want it more So he waits around for someday Now everyone is calling For that old Free Fallin’ Free Fallin’ And I was once sat on that chair Reaching for those castles in the air And every time he asks for my advice I tell him to always be polite Ignore the put downs don’t believe the hype And you’ll do all right Conor calls my name And even though I don’t feel like singing I get up on the stage Try my best to hide the shaking I summon the composure And then at last it’s over it’s over I was once sat on that chair Reaching for those castles in the air And every time he asks for my advice I tell him to always be polite Ignore the put downs don’t believe the hype And you’ll do all right
2.
Gate Fever 04:23
Can’t take it with you Said the poet to the priest We were playing Hold ‘Em In the belly of the beast Then the teacher struck the cue ball And it made the perfect sound Then everybody stopped As the shadows filled the ground Tonight I lay thinking Of the choices that I made And how my worst ten minutes Put me where I am today And I know it won’t be long now ‘til I embrace the great unknown Is anybody out there is anybody home I can feel that old gate fever Coming on I am not alone here There’s a stranger in my room He’s a nameless cliché A bully and a buffoon But when he thinks I’m sleeping When the silence steals the night I can hear him praying And crying like a child I can feel that old gate fever Coming on The last time I saw her Her head bowed in shame And all I could whisper Is I am not afraid But I’m afraid I can feel that old gate fever Coming on Come on
3.
Thomas clocks off work on a Friday Catches the last bus home He keeps his head low He’s a volcano Ready to explode A young woman sits beside him She’s covered up her face Takes out his iPhone He sneaks a photo And posts it to his page Do you know Somebody knows The man who is otherwise known As Thomas the Troll He says goodnight to his mother Then he turns out the light Checks the router Turns on the computer And settles down for the night He begins with the liberals Preachy avant-garde Lefty hippies radical celebrities Part of his twisted repertoire Do you know Somebody knows The man who is otherwise known As Thomas the Troll He’s off to buy the Mail on Sunday And as he enters the store He sees me smiling I’m smiling at him He turns for the door But now I’m right beside him I’m holding out my tin A small donation refugee children Thomas puts some money in Do you know Somebody knows The man who is otherwise known As Thomas the Troll Thomas clocks off work on a Friday Catches the last bus home The isolation, realisation He died a long a time ago
4.
Can we stop talking now Let ourselves breathe It’s been the longest night There’s no fight left in me If I turn the radio on Maybe there’ll be a sign An old familiar song From a happier time If it was that easy If we patched up the holes We’d still run out of reasons To keep this afloat So we sink like stones We sink like stones I roll a cigarette You roll your eyes I make a funny face Wait for your reply If it was that easy If we patched up the holes We’d still run out of reasons To keep this afloat So we sink like stones We sink like stones Wade, at the bottom I’ll wait Wait, at the bottom I’ll break We sink like stones
5.
I am a fisherman it’s my escape From all that is broken with this human race I am a father and I am a son I learned what I can and I’m passing it on Heaven help us what have they done If you look over these beautiful fields You’ll bask in the beauty of all they reveal But come a bit closer look under the soil Where they’ve hidden their mess Where the water it boils Meanwhile on the golf course A man laughs with his mates They talk about secrets they’ve buried And plan to do more of the same Later he’ll sit at the table To a meal fit for a king And his water will come from a bottle Sourced from the purest of springs I finished college top of my class Everyone said I was bound for success But I fell in love when I turned 21 All I have now is my beautiful son Heaven help us what have they done We both fell sick at the turn of the year The say I’ll be fine but for him it’s unclear I nurse him I hold him it’s all I can do There’s something in the water I heard on the news Meanwhile on the golf course A man laughs with his mates They talk about secrets they’ve buried Make plans to do more of the same Later he’ll sit at the table To a meal fit for a king And his water will come from a bottle Sourced from the purest of springs What’s in the water you drink?
6.
I looked in to the future 100 years from now and we’re all hiding in our pods And still we’re none the richer Still blaming one another in the name of our true gods The line was drawn the seed was sewn A thousand years or more ago It’s like my brother says We all are guilty here There’s too much bitterness There’s too much holy fear And when it all goes up in smoke Who will be the first to choke? You and me both The ones who sit in power Think we should be grateful when they pass us down their crumbs They love it when we cower So they feed us through their media the fear that keeps us numb Some light relief to mask the lie The planes go up the false flag flies It’s like my sister says We all are victims here There’s too much bitterness There’s too much holy fear And when it all goes up in smoke Who will be the first to choke? You and me both I looked in to the future 200 years from now and we’re all programmed to obey Here comes the new world order Where the poets and the painters of dissent are cast away The line was drawn the seed was sewn A thousand years or more ago It’s like my mother says We all are immigrants There’s too much bitterness There’s too much ignorance And when it all goes up in smoke Who will be the first to choke? You and me both We all are people here
7.
Spent the day chopping trees and stealing tyres From the old farmers yard Throwing stones getting chased by the army To the old reservoir And the rain oh the rain We wore like a coat of boyhood blame We all agreed we had a built a thing of beauty And that we all should stand guard When it was time we lit the match and stood there waiting With hope in our hearts Then the blaze oh the blaze tore through the sky A million miles high on bonfire night We chased the girls from Malin Gardens On to the roof of St Mary’s school We stood on the edge pretending bravado The fear of the fall The fear of a kiss Later on we heard the news 2 men were fighting They said someone died too We ran as fast as we could silently hoping It was no one we knew And the blood oh the blood Ran like a stream into the mud On bonfire night We stayed up all night Looking over the city Until the fires had dimmed to embers and ash And all we could hear was the sound of it sleeping Soon it would roar soon it would blast And so it was 81 the end of summer A time to move on We made a pact that we’d always stick together No matter what lay beyond But the days the days turned to years Then turned to ghosts then disappeared Like bonfire night We chased the girls from Malin Gardens On to the roof of St Mary’s school We stood on the edge pretending bravado The fear of the fall The fear of a kiss On bonfire night
8.
A rosary And I’m hit like a train by a memory My mother praying in the cemetery For the boy in the old mans clothes A photograph People mourning in the aftermath Scribbled on the back the epitaph For the boy in the old mans clothes The bluest sky Turned to darkness then opened wide Even god in heaven cried For the boy in the old mans clothes Wedding bells A cause for celebration despite herself And I threw my pennies in the holy well For the boy in the old mans clothes The memory disappears And I think of the silence in her older years Secrets stored away like souvenirs For the boy in the old mans clothes In my darkest days She comes to visit but she never stays Sometimes this life I would gladly trade With the boy in the old mans clothes
9.
Last night I had a dream Of Oceania Hiding from the Thought Police I turned to Julia It’s all coming true she said We’re depending on you she said We are the dead I awoke to find a world Of walls and borders And the loudest noise I heard Was silent surrender It’s all coming true they said The voices inside my head We are the dead They’re on the Internet They’re in your phone They’re launching satellites They’re in your home Today I took a walk By the poisoned river An old man on the dock Bet me a fiver It’s all coming true he said They’re watching you he said We are the dead They’re on the Internet They’re in your phone They’re launching satellites They’re in your home Tonight I pulled the plugs And I sat in the darkness When I realised my thoughts Were somebody else’s It’s all coming true they said We’re taking control they said You are the dead They’re on the Internet They’re in your phone They’re launching satellites They’re in your home Last night I had a dream Of Oceania Most nights I have a dream Of Oceania
10.
There’s no turning back now Because we’re half way gone And the clear blue waters Are resting in the sun The land of equals Is a land of hope There’s no captains’ table But we’re ready to start the show Say goodbye begin again We’ll raise a glass to fallen friends Don’t cry mo grá fíor Don’t you be scared I’m right here beside you Whatever when and where For years we’d been stranded On that lonesome shore Now beyond golden sunsets Behind our blackest storms Say goodbye begin again We’ll raise a glass to fallen friends Fallen friends I know your heart is heavy But there’s no more tears to spill And all I have to offer Is the fact I love you still Say goodbye begin again We’ll raise a glass to fallen friends Fallen friends

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'If Paddy Nash is not already known to you, then you probably won’t discover a finer singer-song-writer all year. A true Irish gem!
Superb solo work from Happy Enchiladas front man.'
9/10
Dave Jennings - americana-uk.com

'Clever observation of people and situations are Nash’s strengths in songwriting, and interspersed with a strong empathy for the underdog, Nash has subtly delivered his own fanfare for the working man on this record.'
Gerry McNally - Folk and Tumble

'Cathartic resolution and powerful storytelling cloaked in mellifluent harmonies' 4/5 Stars
Bryony Hegarty - RNR Magazine

'Paddy masters the art of the painting a picture down to the smallest detail and keeps it up for the entire album.
Painfully Beautiful'
Dani Heyvaert - Rootstime.be

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released June 2, 2017

All Songs written by Paddy Nash

Produced by Eddie O’Donnell, Paul Casey & Paddy Nash

Engineered, Mixed & Mastered by Paul Casey
@ Cable Junction Studios Derry

Artwork by Rebecca Mulhern

Design by Marty Doherty

Paddy Nash – Vocals & Guitar

Eddie O’Donnell – Guitar, Keys and Vocals

Diane Greer - Vocals

Nick Scott – Double Bass

Liam Bradley – Percussion

Paul Casey – Extra Guitars and Sprinkles

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Paddy Nash Ireland

Gate Fever is the new Solo Album from Paddy Nash.

'You probably won’t discover a finer singer-song-writer all year. A True Irish Gem! 9/10'
Dave Jennings
americana-uk.com

'Cathartic resolution and powerful storytelling cloaked in mellifluent harmonies 4/5'
Bryony Hegarty
RNR Magazine

'Nash has subtly delivered his own fanfare for the working man on this record.'
Gerry McNally
Folk and Tumble
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