100 Acres Of Sycamore
Fionn Regan Lyrics

We'll go to knuckle to knuckle, or buckle against buckle,
We'll fight with all our might and strength, pushing each other to the brink of defeat.

Your nostrils will flare as you push out the air,
Your breaths will be heavy and labored as you exert yourself in the fight.

Rise up, Brother,
Get up and fight harder, do not give up or give in.

Rise up from the trappings of flesh and holdings of skin,
Rise up from the physical and material world that weighs you down and holds you back.

We'll steer the car towards the reservoir,
We'll head towards a body of water, seeking to quench our thirst and cleanse our souls.

And poison our senses as nightfall commences,
We'll indulge in vices and pleasures as darkness descends and the night begins.

Rise up, Brother,
Once again, we are called to rise up and fight against the forces that seek to defeat us.

Rise up from the monotony that is hemming you in,
Break free from the monotony and routine that is stifling your creativity and growth.

Tonight while you sleep you'll be grinding your teeth,
You'll be restless and anxious even as you sleep, grinding your teeth in your sleep.

Put your head at the North and the South at your feet,
Lie down with your head pointing north and your feet pointing south, seeking to align yourself with the natural forces of the universe.

Rise up, Brother,
Once again, we are called to rise up and fight against the forces that seek to defeat us.

Rise up from the pack who are baying and clawing for blood,
Separate yourself from the crowd of people who are aggressive and violent, seeking to create peace rather than conflict.

Oooo-oooo
A vocalization for emphasis or effect. It has no literal meaning.

Who's there?
Asking who or what is present or causing a disturbance.

How can you hear the door,
Questioning how it is possible to hear a noise coming from the door.

I'm one-hundred acres of sycamore,
A metaphorical statement about the artist's strength and stability, comparing themselves to an enormous, long-lived tree.

Oh flash my hand past your eyes in the air,
A gesture meant to prove willingness to cooperate or honesty.

But it won't break your stare,
Acknowledging that the person being addressed is focused and unflappable.

Is there anyone there,
Asking if someone is present who can hear or help.

But the four black winds blowing through the eaves of your mind?
A metaphorical description of negative influences and thoughts that can be heard rustling about in one's consciousness.

If he darkens your doorway, you come and tell me,
If someone problematic or dangerous comes to you, let the artist know so they can help.

Where he resides, text me or bell me,
Inform the artist through message or phone call of the person's location or activities.

Rise up, Sister,
Calling the female listener to stand up and fight or resist.

I'll make sure he never darkens your doorway again,
The artist promises to protect the female listener and keep her safe from harm or danger.

Don't be a stranger to me anymore,
Encouraging the female listener to open up and share with the singer.

I'll hold a lantern, put your heel on the shore,
The singer will guide and protect the listener, helping her navigate through challenges and difficult times.

Rise up, Sister,
Once again, the singer calls for the female listener to resist oppression or injustice.

Rise up from the black ships that sail through the swan of your heart,
The ships symbolize negative thoughts and emotions that are threatening the listener's inner peace and happiness.

Those weasels in the weeds await to jump us,
Referring to dangerous or treacherous people lurking in the shadows, waiting to cause harm or trouble.

One had a screwdriver and one had a cutlass,
Describing the weapons of the people who pose a threat.

We counted the beats between thunder and lightning,
Counting the seconds between thunder and lightning to gauge how close a storm is.

One-thousand and two, one-thousand and three,
Continuing the counting pattern from the previous line.

It's coming in from the Sea,
Referring to the storm that is approaching from the ocean.

Put your hand on my leg,
An intimate gesture meant to provide comfort or reassurance.

Kilometres in blue and miles in black,
Describing the physical and emotional distance between the singer and the listener, using the colors blue and black to represent each.

Lose my eyes in the bathroom,
Taking a moment alone to reflect or meditate.

Arm-wrestle, East, West, place brass-tack,
An obscure phrase whose meaning is unclear but possibly describes some sort of game or competition.

Bite my lip in the car, midnight ringing,
A physical reaction to stress or anxiety while driving at night.

Unravel on the gravel, phone off, walk,
Taking a walk to clear one's thoughts and relieve stress, disconnecting from technology while doing so.

Search for the lighter in my pocket,
Looking for a small item that is necessary for smoking or starting a fire, as well as a metaphor for something that gives light or hope.

Go inner, and inner, and bolt, and book,
Retreat even further inward into oneself, perhaps seeking solitude or a creative outlet like writing.

Let the four black winds begone from the eaves of the mind.
An instruction to banish negative thoughts and emotions from one's consciousness, seeking peace and tranquility instead.