The line that always gets me in this song is "we're cattle at the stall". Makes me think of my mum's family, Liverpool Irish, and how she told me that the men in the generation above her would have to go down to the docks every morning to stand in a stall were they'd be selected, in her words, "like cattle". And if they were picked they had a job for the day, and if not they went home to their families with nothing. I'm sure this song would mean something to them too if any of them were left to hear it.
I am convinced that little corners of the internet like the comment section that an amazing song like this produces, are unique little vestiges where everyone is like minded and in some way on some level we are all the type of people with a romantic nostalgia for the present as if it were the past, all for our shared aw and admiration of a song such as this.
Beautifully said, for me music is the only genuinely useful gift from the internet age...yet arguments rage about what is and what isn’t... Let peace reign in these places and celebrate the sheer joy and heady madness of being alive in these times.
I don't know how much more I can take. And I certainty cant take another soul rending song i missed from you good and true people. But I don't want to go til I hear you all in person. For the sake of my breath, never come to Wisconsin. Also, please come, because I jest. You help sustain me in the memories of dark times past and those here present. And the long, dark hope of the future in your music gives me a belly breath when all i can do is gasp for air. Thank you.
You are correct in that this is a very heavy and doom laden, it brought emotions welling up inside me and tears to my eyes, it shows that music doesn’t have to be loud and distorted to be heavy , but I’m a metalhead to my very core, and I just have to say ,especially to lixna, not all metal is cartoon music (some very much is!) , listen to Marrow by YOB as a starting point, it might open your mind to the genre a little.X
We always sing, even when were losing 'Cos Dublin's drone is hard enough especially when you're down and you're boozing We sing the Oul' Triangle and then the Tommy Ryan 'Cos all the world's a jail and we can't remember why Why we agreed to live and lie in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall We look for signs that Dublin's heart's still beating, That concrete and glass and peelers and mass, they haven’t stopped the people from screaming, Being trapped by all the cameras you're inclined to stay at home, And forget some songs were written to remind you you weren’t born Born to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall We see the cracks under the foundation, Smouldering on the faces of the people on the drip of isolation, We hear the sounds come streaming across the crackling air, The broken words of swine who would tell us that we were Born to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, were cattle at the stall And when did we agree to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers? They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall.
We always sing, even when were losing 'Cos Dublin's drone is hard enough especially when you're down and you're boozing We sing the Oul' Triangle and then the Tommy Ryan 'Cos all the world's a jail and we can't remember why Why we agreed to live and lie in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall We look for signs that Dublin's heart's still beating, That concrete and glass and peelers and mass, they haven’t stopped the people from screaming, Being trapped by all the cameras you're inclined to stay at home, And forget some songs were written to remind you you weren’t born Born to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall We see the cracks under the foundation, Smouldering on the faces of the people on the drip of isolation, We hear the sounds come streaming across the crackling air, The broken words of swine who would tell us that we were Born to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, were cattle at the stall And when did we agree to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers? They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall. A
Sometimes Lankum songs leave me nonplussed when I hear them, except to say deeply poetic & real & well played...every song. And every song cuts through much of the crap of modern times.
I remember seeing these guys as ' 'lynched'when they played a friends small bar in seattle. Was a wonderful intimate experience that still sticks with me years later. Forgive my terrible memory but it looks like there's been a small line up change? Please correct me if not!
The only way I can describe this masterful piece is as a 'melancholic sophistication' that can only come from that little sod that hangs off the edge of western Europe. I don't need to mention its name.
If i have'nt already great lyrics, yes like the earlier comment (Liverpool Dock workers) we are like cattle in a stall!! so lets fight, kick ass and be worth something...... i'm up for it Dominic mad dog Jackson
When I first came across these guys, I thought there was something special, but then I realised they remind me of the four people who lived in the cannibal house in the film The Road. Then I figured out they like socialism, and it all started to make sense.
Dear Lankum, every year the celtic-rock.de team runs a poll for album/video/song of the year. This time your album/video/song was nominated by us. As part of the poll there will be a public voting untill 20th of December. Here's the Link on our homepage: celtic-rock.de/die-alben-songs-und-videos-des-jahres-2017-eure-stimmen/#more-29014 Perhaps this is a good opportunity for you to bang the drum and mobilize your fans via social networks, newsletter etc. We wish you plenty of success. Best, Daniel (alias daniels)
Please read One night I woke up singing a song I had never heard of before. For the next several days I searched the lyrics every time coming up empty handed. Until I found LANKUM. This IS the song. A song I never knew existed but somehow in some way I woke up singing it...
I have been listening for some time. And liking very much. Please come to Liverpool. Better still, Wallasey, over the water. Save me a trip over those cold grey waters of the Mersey.
![Lankum - Cold Old Fire [Live at The Parlour]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/gAH1KX_FAu8/mqdefault.jpg)
The line that always gets me in this song is "we're cattle at the stall". Makes me think of my mum's family, Liverpool Irish, and how she told me that the men in the generation above her would have to go down to the docks every morning to stand in a stall were they'd be selected, in her words, "like cattle". And if they were picked they had a job for the day, and if not they went home to their families with nothing. I'm sure this song would mean something to them too if any of them were left to hear it.
A beautiful and thoughtful sentiment.x
Saw em last night in St Luke's, Cork. Every song a gut punch to the soul. Devastating. As it should be.
I am convinced that little corners of the internet like the comment section that an amazing song like this produces, are unique little vestiges where everyone is like minded and in some way on some level we are all the type of people with a romantic nostalgia for the present as if it were the past, all for our shared aw and admiration of a song such as this.
What you said..
Damn, "nostalgia for the present." That's brilliant!
@@kens.5095 If you like it, it means you've felt it Ken....
Bless you, you amazing person.
That comment made my day... ...thank you...
Beautifully said, for me music is the only genuinely useful gift from the internet age...yet arguments rage about what is and what isn’t...
Let peace reign in these places and celebrate the sheer joy and heady madness of being alive in these times.
This tears at my soul, no matter how often I listen to it.
I get why they changed their name. The shit that came up when i searched for lynched omg 😱
A breath of fresh air.
Well done Ireland again.
Brilliant harmonies, great video, great musicians
Found this yesterday. I'm guaranteed this will be my most played song at the end of the year. Absolutely incredible song.
❤Bella song
I don't know how much more I can take. And I certainty cant take another soul rending song i missed from you good and true people. But I don't want to go til I hear you all in person. For the sake of my breath, never come to Wisconsin. Also, please come, because I jest. You help sustain me in the memories of dark times past and those here present. And the long, dark hope of the future in your music gives me a belly breath when all i can do is gasp for air. Thank you.
Heavier and more doom than any metal band...incredibly powerful message and music.
Metal is cartoon music. These people here could wrestle a demon in a biblical desert.
You are correct in that this is a very heavy and doom laden, it brought emotions welling up inside me and tears to my eyes, it shows that music doesn’t have to be loud and distorted to be heavy , but I’m a metalhead to my very core, and I just have to say ,especially to lixna, not all metal is cartoon music (some very much is!) , listen to Marrow by YOB as a starting point, it might open your mind to the genre a little.X
Lixna. Yer a dafty... 🤤
@@Lixsna Actually I think one of the members played in a metal bands, and based on their Reddit AMA some are fans of the genre.
@@pauljennings4637 YOB is love :)
We always sing, even when were losing
'Cos Dublin's drone is hard enough especially when you're down and you're boozing
We sing the Oul' Triangle and then the Tommy Ryan
'Cos all the world's a jail and we can't remember why
Why we agreed to live and lie in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers
They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall
We look for signs that Dublin's heart's still beating,
That concrete and glass and peelers and mass, they haven’t stopped the people from screaming,
Being trapped by all the cameras you're inclined to stay at home,
And forget some songs were written to remind you you weren’t born
Born to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers
They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall
We see the cracks under the foundation,
Smouldering on the faces of the people on the drip of isolation,
We hear the sounds come streaming across the crackling air,
The broken words of swine who would tell us that we were
Born to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers
They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, were cattle at the stall
And when did we agree to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers?
They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall.
Thank you !
We always sing, even when were losing
'Cos Dublin's drone is hard enough especially when you're down and you're boozing
We sing the Oul' Triangle and then the Tommy Ryan
'Cos all the world's a jail and we can't remember why
Why we agreed to live and lie in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers
They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall
We look for signs that Dublin's heart's still beating,
That concrete and glass and peelers and mass, they haven’t stopped the people from screaming,
Being trapped by all the cameras you're inclined to stay at home,
And forget some songs were written to remind you you weren’t born
Born to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers
They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall
We see the cracks under the foundation,
Smouldering on the faces of the people on the drip of isolation,
We hear the sounds come streaming across the crackling air,
The broken words of swine who would tell us that we were
Born to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers
They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, were cattle at the stall
And when did we agree to live and lie and die in embers of a cold old fire nobody remembers?
They hand the ashes back to me down the button factory, we're cattle at the stall.
A
beautiful song
Acabo de descubrir la música de Lankum, gracias a un amigo gaitero, es más que bella
Does make me think of funerals and that dull ache of waking way too early, how the ache is there until it isn't.
What a song.... shivers up the spine
Breathtaking.
Με αγγίζει η μουσική σας, στην καρδιά, ταυτίζομαι.....
Lovely
Rest In Power Jer, "The great appear great, because we are on our knees. Let us rise!"
Sometimes Lankum songs leave me nonplussed when I hear them, except to say deeply poetic & real & well played...every song. And every song cuts through much of the crap of modern times.
I remember seeing these guys as ' 'lynched'when they played a friends small bar in seattle. Was a wonderful intimate experience that still sticks with me years later. Forgive my terrible memory but it looks like there's been a small line up change? Please correct me if not!
Love the dublin accent in this!
Happy bleeding happy. Tasty sounds. Let's support our friends and not judge each other.up the dubs
also assuming this draws a bit
on Pogues Dirty old Town re the interlude
Boss Tune x...from Liverpool
If I was to travel to Ireland, what is the main city that you sing out of? (A Canadian loves your stuff)
Check their performance schedule, they've sold out in Dublin for this month but come in January and they've got a date at vicar st I believe
Excellent!
The only way I can describe this masterful piece is as a 'melancholic sophistication' that can only come from that little sod that hangs off the edge of western Europe. I don't need to mention its name.
A modern classic if you ask me, from the long line of Irish working class songs
Great song, great video.
Love this song! Brilliant
Good work lads, 👍🏻 I have to go see you live some time
Unfortunately, I can only leave a single like on this video.
Love it lads, can't wait to see ye in St.Lukes again sometime!
Needs more likes. Ye should get someone to promote the youtube account. That 2.1k subs should be 200k atleast
It's great when you find a new artist and they have something to say (and something worth listening to)
One of the best songs ever.
Powerful music
If i have'nt already great lyrics, yes like the earlier comment (Liverpool Dock workers) we are like cattle in a stall!! so lets fight, kick ass and be worth something...... i'm up for it Dominic mad dog Jackson
Brilliant. Love them.
When I first came across these guys, I thought there was something special, but then I realised they remind me of the four people who lived in the cannibal house in the film The Road. Then I figured out they like socialism, and it all started to make sense.
Dear Lankum,
every year the celtic-rock.de team runs a poll for album/video/song of the year.
This time your album/video/song was nominated by us. As part of the poll there will be a public voting untill 20th of December.
Here's the Link on our homepage: celtic-rock.de/die-alben-songs-und-videos-des-jahres-2017-eure-stimmen/#more-29014
Perhaps this is a good opportunity for you to bang the drum and mobilize your fans via social networks, newsletter etc. We wish you plenty of success.
Best, Daniel (alias daniels)
01:38 I've gotten that look more then a few times. Good song though!
This song will be amazing for ever
Amazing at Green Man festival this year ❤
Wow! Just wow!
The stark facts of life and death made into beautiful music.
It's the first time in so long since I heard music that makes me feel alive
My favourite song lads! Powerful words.
love it! greetings from Sydney - the ass end of the world
Sounds like you're in the right place, but are you talking donkeys or defecators?
Geography..i think :)
syndney is irelands garden of eden
This music just takes me back and away....
Powerful stuff lads. Love from Belfast.
My goodness
What a great voice this girl has, great song, great music.
This is class
Where is the name lynched?
Amo esta canción. La escucho todos los días. ¡Gracias, Lankum!♥
Played this song to death when I played it. Love the video
brilliant! excellent video!
Please read
One night I woke up singing a song I had never heard of before.
For the next several days I searched the lyrics every time coming up empty handed. Until I found LANKUM. This IS the song. A song I never knew existed but somehow in some way I woke up singing it...
Young men singing an old man’s song.
Fantastic track, absolutely love it! ☘
Nice tribute to Ger, Big Jim Incarnate...top tune 😁
💜
Fuckin Heavy
Pure And Beautiful 💚
Beautiful
love it
👍👍👍👍👍👍
yuppp those are my second cousins
This strangely reminds me of Nick Caves O Children. Just me?
Opening chords same as Radiohead's , Exit Music
Such a beautiful song.
lel first comment
👎🏾
where my swifties?
They'll never do better - unfortunately
I have been listening for some time. And liking very much. Please come to Liverpool. Better still, Wallasey, over the water. Save me a trip over those cold grey waters of the Mersey.