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Miracles
03:32
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Fuchsia I hear the public toilets are closed you make faces when you clean the sand out from between your toes boxing crosses boundaries so does fighting with your shadow
Young sap scrapping in the middle of the square quare ones feast their beads until they are partially full yellow blinds are drawn kitchen knives are melted down into coins and there is one for every member of the rabble.
Loneliness is part of living I shall run from it no more your attitude is unforgiving and when I sneer you seem to like me more drinking in the milk of the sun lying in a thirsty ditch nose bleeds are all you need when you're dying of embarrassment I've had my fill of miracles of miracles I've had my fill.
Fractured tiles falling to the earth the workman in workman's clothes he's had his fill so fling him into the back of the taxi driver memories tacked on wardrobe door exalting some ecstatic claim that on such nights as nights like these we lent our lights to sacred flame.
Loneliness is part of living I shall hide from it no more your attitude is unforgiving and when I sneer you seem to like me more drinking in the milk of the yellow sun lying in a thirsty ditch nose bleeds are all you need when you're dying of embarrassment I've had my fill of miracles of miracles I've had my fill I've had my fill of miracles of miracles I've had my fill.
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Magpie
02:42
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With a wish tied to each wrist
The grown up child in me exists
When bearded man and boy permit
I wish I was a wish I was a wish I was away
Atop a hill I climbed to play
I looked around and got afraid
My stomach dropped yet still I stayed
A wish I was a wish I was away
I felt the tracks and from the trees
A magpie had a word with me
He told me that I once was he
A wish I was away
Magpie gestured with a nod
It became clear that it was God
Had I met God atop a hill
A wish I was away
God said keep it simple friend
Your limitless there is no end
I love you unconditionally
A wish I am a way
So I climbed down with mucky knees
No lightning rod of effigies
Only a magpie on a breeze
A wish I was away
I kept on walking
Long story short
Intent on mapping my own course
That message came straight from the source
A wish I am a wish I am a wish I am a wish I am a way
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There's eatin and drinkin in good talk says one to the other but do not forsake what was passed from your sister me brother St Aloysius is banging his head on the door while his Queen of Sheba is inside asleep on the floor.
I thought I should go at the fairies to even the score for the times that they took me unwarranted and ruined my rapport with the old maid of Erin who's still standing sickly and sore as the market square heads who debauched and who bled on her pause.
Nothing else will do for it
To ruin or to ruction
Friend follow the instructions
And we'll rave...
We're raving towards Byzantium tonight
Petrichor rises as teardrops do fall from the source I've sipped many sobs from an infected gob through the years but sure who hasn't felt it we've all sang and smelted with peers she a fiend became stranger then friend once again on the beer.
Nothing else will do for it
To ruin or to ruction
Friend follow the instructions
And we'll rave...
We're raving towards Byzantium tonight
In the skewed aspect the room grew and grew and then spun around like the turn of the screw and al the blurry doorways led the same way and spun in slow circles like beer down the drain and the red heart of night did appear to the crowd and all answers to questions were answered out loud.
Let the idiot in, let the idiot in, let the idiot in.
Nothing else will do for it
To ruin or to ruction
Friend follow the instructions
And we'll rave...
We're raving towards Byzantium tonight
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Waiting Room
04:16
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I'll offer you respite from womanhood and bring an end to your frustrations
if only for an afternoon we could get lost in wilful recreations the birds still sing without prompting I don't need no prompting either I've gathered up the names of all who hate us and said a prayer for each but they will never know a waiting room the clicking clock notice a hole in either sock the traffic lights turn to green the victory dance across the road for everyone to see where is the voice the one I use when I'm at my very best the one I lose when crowded rooms all full of sheep demand of me I crave my sleep I wrecked my brains for something new and in stepped you.
I'll offer you the chance to have someone to rub suncream on and complain to about the neighbours there is relief in getting older like you are twenty eight now and sound you were a nightmare at twenty two.
A waiting room the clicking clock notice a hole in either sock the traffic lights turn to green the victory dance across the road for all to see where is the voice the one I use when I'm at my very best he one I lose when crowded rooms all full of sheep demand of me I crave my sleep I wrecked my brains for something new and in stepped you.
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Andy Wilson
02:18
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We went down to Patrick street to see what we might sow with a bad craving for coffee and a hankering for a scone when who should we see but Any Wilson playing his guitar with bells beneath his feet he illuminated the empty street bar one manic dancer with pissed stained tracksuit bottoms wearing t-shirt and sunglasses in the rain. Andy here's a fiver give us mercury rev yer man there is on the spectrum would you have a plectrum I've been using this cardboard photo of St Joseph since ten o'clock this morning. Andy we don't know you but I'd say we'd get on like a house on fire. Andy Wilson, busker from Cork.
One for the road
One for the road
One for the road
One for the road
One for the road
One for the road
One for the road
One for the road
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Back to the Pavement
03:18
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I'm going back to the pavement back to the pavement back to the pavement where I belong back to the pavement back to pavement a paradox in which a right equals wrong back to the pavement where bloody fables are sucked like cough sweets listening to rave go back go back go back go back go back...
I'm going back to the pavement back to the gutter trip on your laces you run as you stutter back to the pavement back to the pavement where all the kids are made to hate one another back to the pavement where from the gable you tripped and fell wrapping your head around the cables go back go back go back go back go back
Back to the pavement back to the alley back to the scum and the slang speaking rally back to the buckets back to the cream back to the boy child inhaling his dreams back to the pavement a brief engagement thanks for the memories still I can taste them go back go back go back go back go back.
There was a time all I wanted to be was an angry young man with an outlet.
Looking back now it was necessary with the old spice and squidgy brown hash.
On further reflection there was freedom for me in the old spice and squidgy brown hash.
Looking back now it was necessary all the old spice and squidgy brown hash.
Golden youth is upon me though I know it merely a loan
I drink coffee and write like a bastard to discover how much I do own
I have known what it is to be fluid
I've been teacher then student then dunce
I have lived like a sage then a joker
I have pissed in life's glass bowl of punch
I am the fool who has been granted fortune
I'll stagnate then I'll thrive it goes on
I drink coffee and write like a bastard
In search of courage
In search of meaning
In search of song
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Ears are Prickd
03:11
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Freddie was a window cleaner studying philosophy on the side
Playing in a local band, his girlfriend was having their first child.
Freddie used for recreation till it took him in the night poor Freddie.
Davy worked in advertising though his heart dropped out long before he was left a house by a spinster auntie and very quickly blew it up.
He left the gas on during football, fell asleep and never rose, poor Davy, poor Dave.
It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd
It's funny what you hear from the dying and the sick
It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd
I better get my own shit sorted quick who knows.
Seamie sang a song for Ireland in the doorway of the Cobblestone
It failed to meet the expectations so he retired for the road
Headed low tucked into shoulders, can't be seen to sadly show poor Seamie. No shame.
I am on a magic wagon travelling to another town
Maybe there I'll hear more stories about some other unfortunate young men
Who knows when you're living in arrears
Who knows when you're living in between the next meal
Who knows when you're living in arrears
Who knows when you're living in between the next meal who knows
It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd
It's funny what you hear from the dying and the sick
It's funny what you hear when your ears are prickd
I better get my own shit sorted quick who knows.
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National Gallery Pop
03:50
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My arms folded in silent contemplation oblivious to the throng immersed in my own inner song you felt you could rewrite history when next of all you walk straight into a lamppost it's so so good to be alive! What was once your call to arms a thing of ultimate importance reduced now to a slogan crudely sprayed upon a wall I'm talking my ball and going home what's the point in getting rich if you can't hoard it all alone?
The art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of fringes the art world is full of binges and bad skin the art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of fringes the art world is full of binges and bad skin look within look within look within a rin tin tin.
Wired to the stars on some energy drink you tell me how to live my life and how to fix the human kitchen sink we call a world well I forgive you for being so tactless and unknowingly absurd how many like to you have how many likes do I have how many likes to you have what a beautiful currency we're so clever young and free.
The art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of fringes the art world is full of binges and bad skin the art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of fringes the art world is full of binges and bad skin look within look within look within a rin tin tin.
The dice man walked for you the dice man walked for you the dice man walked for me dice man walked for thee vibrations cinnamon buns hand laid stone for all of us commemorate me with a kiss think of me over tea about the things you missed.
The art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of fringes the art world is full of binges and bad skin the art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of binges the art world is full of fringes and bad skin look within look within look within a rin tin tin.
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Wielding words like butchers knives into the room I held you though you patronised and spoke ill of the dead in my arms the tundra thawed the table rocked a generation was reborn a well earned rest the mocking ceased.
What became of baby ray when the father fired his shots
Was it for fame and money that a lineage was lost
Where are you returning to the sweet spot of the day
It takes more than just hopeful notions to love without delay
Retreating like an argument into a shell our misinterpretations cast out for words are spells dissolving ill timed ego trips we fuelled the flood I hoped it would remove your hood the settling suds.
What became of baby ray when the father fired his shots
Was it for fame and money that a lineage was lost
What was it that dropped them to a place of no reprieve
Was it for lack of trying that their bond became diseased
Where are you returning to the sweet spot of the day
It takes more than just hopeful notions for us not to be afraid
It takes more than just hopeful notions to love without delay.
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10. |
On Michael Street
04:03
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On Michael street we convalesce
The neighbours speaking Polish do most of the talking
In the wild garden wrapped in blankets we watch the solar lights open their eyes at night
I'm afraid of this cowardly condition, though I'm here of my own volition
Spent by the sun and my skin is stinging
Excuse the pun buy you are beaming
And I love you with no expectation
Sometimes I'm rattled by your name
Immovable rets upon your chest I hear the grass grow
Today devoid of confusions Inadvertently I make my way towards drainage
Confidently ploughing into my youth
On Michael street we boiled two eggs
You gave me a look of want I dug deep and passed the plate around
Of your body I am conscious of your being I am in awe
Walking barefoot across the kitchen you spoke of the wonders of trust
Fresh flowers and Brazilian music
There was a rhythm in the room of the home
We've come a long way since Christ Church in the cold
And I love you with no expectation
Sometimes I'm rattled by your name
Immovable rets upon your chest I hear the grass grow
Today devoid of confusions Inadvertently I make my way towards drainage
Confidently ploughing into my youth
On Michael street we convalesced
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David Keenan
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