Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 80 · middle

The Fear

VOLUME IV — the HUNGOVER morning after. The idiom and the song's title hook: "The Fear". Its true history: Ireland — the dawn dread and paranoia after a heavy night; the talking-blues comedown. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.

Lyrics

[Intro]


[Verse 1]
Well the sun crawls up the Dublin glass
And the pigeons judge me as they pass
I got one shoe on and my coat is torn
Welcome to the heavy Irish dawn
The brain boots up a minute late
To tally up the grand debate
Of who I called at 3 AM
And what I tried to sing to them

[Chorus]
Oh, here comes The Fear
Crawling through the atmosphere
It’s not the headache or the aching spine
It’s the phantom crimes of a brilliant time
Yeah, the Celtic curse of the morning light
Did I solve the world, or start a fight?
Hello, my old friend, The Fear

[Verse 2]
I check my phone with a heavy hand
Like a bomb defuser in the sand
Did I text my boss? Did I text my ex?
Did I write a bouncing rubber check?

The talking-blues of the paranoid mind
Leaving every ounce of sense behind
But I hear the neighbors laughing through the wall
Guess I wasn't the only fool to fall

[Chorus]
Oh, here comes The Fear
Crawling through the atmosphere
It’s not the headache or the aching spine
It’s the phantom crimes of a brilliant time
Yeah, the Celtic curse of the morning light
Did I solve the world, or start a fight?
Hello, my old friend, The Fear

[Bridge]
It’s a toll we pay for a golden night
When the stars were close and the words took flight
You sit in the dread and you drink your tea
And you wait for the ghost to let you be

[Outro]
Just sit with The Fear
It means you lived, it means you're here
And the scattered pieces of your dignity
Will all come back together

Eventually