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For Those I Love - No Scheme (Live Performance)

For Those I Love - No Scheme Taken from the new album Carving The Stone: https://forthoseilove.ffm.to/carvingt... Buy from Irish independent stores: https://forthoseilove.ffm.to/ctsie Tour Tickets 2025: https://forthosei.live/live Sign up to the mailing list: https://forthoseilove.ffm.to/mailinglist Follow: https://ffm.bio/forthoseilove Subscribe: https://forthoseilove.ffm.to/ytsubscribe Directed, produced, shot and edited by Charlie & Charlie @Charlieandcharlie.ltd Gaffer - Massimo Filippi @miserotti Camera Assistant - George Owen @georgeowen06 Production Assistant - Iris Parish Simms @_iris_pt2 Sound Recordist - Kyle Macleod @kylistair93 Sound Mix - Peter Ashmore @peterashmore_ Location - Metal Craft Studios @metalcraft_studios Colour grade - Misha Kim @m.kim.colour Lyrics This trade wasn’t made to be equal Is it the pain of the past or from the bane of the sequel To your grave there’s no way for the day to be peaceful You’re told to “just get along with it.” Class traitor, see my face in the papers Don’t ask me again what man I’m forced to have hate for A Mother draped in shame that’ll finally take her And now she’s crying on Instagram Live. I complained of the man that I thought I became A little ways from the lanes, I don’t remember their names This pain is covered in an ortolan shame But it’s the same cloth that I clean the blood with. Is there a clue to who grew the cursed youth? When I friends I knew never grew and wound up lost and abused Neck in noose and it’s WhatsApp groups full of half truths Boys bet black and blue And then that video gets sent to you. I won’t Seal my fate with the weight of others Reveal your place or displace my brothers Feel no hate or debase our mothers And I’m not alone here I won’t Heal my ways when the days are numbered Steal your place when your race is running It’s just Searing pain in the graves of lovers And we’re not alone here. The lads from my teens all made peace with their scenes They gave up on their dreams to move their Ma out the scheme No silver, gold and green, life above their means Driven mad by phone scams and everyday still spent on Facebook. I get it I do Some lost search for the truth They politically horseshoe youths like recruits. For what died the sons of no scheme Relocation dreams levelled by the cruel blue seas And these c*nts will do nothing to greet you, I’m sorry. This city needs a saviour Pray for the guilty and their cut throat behaviour There’s rent to pay so I trade my soul in as labour And stay for the hope of what might be I make peace with the pugilism behind me And I gnash teeth at the feudalism arriving. A city that’s lost its shape Held together by surveillance and vapes With some distant memory of a better past Overpriced rent took to task And Ma’s on the frontlines of the boycotts. Now I’m reading comment section politics From genoc*dal hollow pricks I’m sick, get me out of here please. I’m 32 with acne 32 with no gaff to back me And everyone else I know seems to feel the same as me. I said I'm sick, thick prick, get me out of here please A wasted life of 9 to 5 so we can deal with the squeeze We seize the means of chronic boredom from the bourgeoisie Then feel the grip of wasted time just as we struggle to breathe And when your day ends And you fall in to bed Hold your face in your hands To fight to hell in your head And your pray for a change And you dream and pretend Then tomorrow arrives And you do it again. Because my lads aren’t hopping out of cars anymore My lads don’t drink to death in bars anymore My lads don’t dice themselves with scars anymore We’ve all got real jobs and we’re bored. My friend still watches over me We found our freedom in the sea The cold will crush my smoker’s lungs Just as it forces me to breathe, Pull the air in, call me Donnie Deathwish New set list and a smack of an empty hearse What a way to go. But still I feel the blood of my forefathers through me I still see their marks that they left in the stone Would they be ashamed of my moves if they knew me? For the trades I’ve made just to stay where I’m from. #forthoseilove #noscheme