His Mam loves him to bits
At my door is a square of yellow corn
Davies the Doom has burned the chapel down
What city is this?
My father and my mother and my brother and my sister
Let's burn some books
The wink and nudge of secrets in the pub
It starts to feel like Ireland
I'd rather not be American
Last night I dreamt I ate wire
Why do some fat men look strong, some fat?
Stone, Stone, Water, Wind
I see people in old photographs
Suddenly we are lost
If you time it right, you can get there at low tide
A place without certainty
He used to be safety officer on the Titanic
You want ice with that?
What are we waiting for?
A meteor lands tonight, we all must die
May I borrow your country?
I think I'll play monopoly, or charades
How much I love my daughter
The smell of an old railway station
Waiters on roller-skates, meals on wires overhead