We are
Where we are

No Day or Night

“Fuck this town”
“There’s nothin here”
“I’m finished with the place!” 

Familiar words in Ballinasloe

But we’re not finished
we’ll go again looking for something
In the fog and finding fuck all
‘Cause there’s nothing here

Let there be nothing
This is what my father did
on these same streets
And his father before him
There’s something about this place
Don’t know what it is
Don’t want to know

It held them here
And it’ll hold us too
And that’s the way we want it.

Ciarán Óg Arnold