He cites such artists as Bob Dylan and Neil Young as influences.
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Singer songwriter will release new LP '100 Acres Of Sycamore' in August
Acts will join Marina And The Diamonds and Mercury Rev at the festival
Britain's 'greenest festival' takes place this May
Tour comes ahead of his new album release
Singer-songwriter will return to the live scene this month
Official music video for the track Catacombs by Fionn Regan.
Music video by Fionn Regan performing Put A Penny In The Slot. (C) 2007 UMG Recordings, Inc.
Music video by Fionn Regan performing Be Good Or Be Gone. (C) 2007 Fionn Regan
live in a garden by mot featuring scarecrow fall
From 100 Acres of Sycamore, 2011.
HVN198 Fionn Regan 'Catacombs' Directed by Douglas Hart filmed in London January 2010 all on 8mm film. Free download of the single from www.heavenlyrecordings.com/members. 7" single available 5th March. Taken from the...
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I apologize, seem to have arrived
Home with items in my bag from your house
There's cutlery, a tablecloth, some Hennessey
And a book on presidents deceased
If you happen to read this, Rose was born
Child actress, on the fifth day of the snow
Be good or be gone
Be good or be, be gone
The roots are deep below ground
I like to walk with you in the evening
Up the hill and back down
I watch the mail boat from the clearing
The grass is green and long
Midnight cars roll past
I've been chasing your room
While the summer last
They want you to live in a cave
No channel to broadcast on
A troglodyte, a derelict barn
Campaign button
Theres a wench out in the desert
Circled therein a black helicopter
Clothed in a blanket of [Incomprehensible]
Our suspicions were forever cemented
We came down by the factory
Industrial yarns where my father did work
When I was a boy I went too far
I lost the tread in the darkest of space
I still see you as a baby, I do
Climbing onto the stage in front of the school
High strung, the cat got your tongue
They're biting at your heels
Country lanes lead to fields
Who was that fox caught in that trap?
Laid with hunters map
There's nobody out there, it's just the noise of the wind
There's nobody out there and nobody getting in
I hope that happiness finds its way to your little house