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El Paso
03:26
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El Paso
I was told long ago that you'd learn more on a building site than you would in school, I don't know who's to know in El Paso.
Friday nights the floodlights you'd hear us roar, sing the town till we die then our throats went sore, we have grown on the road to El Paso.
Photographs on your mantelpiece they fade
Sitting at some bus stop in the pouring rain
In your mind things that you've seen
Now the shoe is on the other foot, how does that feel?
If you wanna go I'll take you there, feel the rain on your face in the morning air
Let's go back, take me back to El Paso
You go around with your tie and your briefcase
With a look on your face like I'm a waste of space
Take me back, take me back to El Paso
Oh take a walk, take a walk down the echo road I'll be waiting
don't you know i'll be waiting.
And if you wanna go I'll take you there, feel the rain on your face in the morning air
Take me back, let's go back to El Paso
You go around with your tie and your briefcase
With a look on your face like I'm a waste of space
Take me back, take me back, take me back let's go back
to El Paso, to El Paso, to El Paso, to my El Paso.
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Garden of Remembrance
02:56
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Garden of Remembrance
Razor blade lip you didn't get that shaving is it scarification the story makers smile
I had to say it to thy face seditious rumours have been rife the cunning folk are up all night sculpting men of clay
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live,
Thou shall not mither my head instead,
She left you writhing on the bed because you let her down
Arrested by the waning moon to plot against the paranoid
Well just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you...
Behan and I shall write a play, a sympathetic study, he lived the best and worst, the invalid the nurse.
When fluid spirits collaborate intimacy's used as a shield
The simeon in me moves with zeal, we sip on our tar like tea...
OH YOUR LOVE HAS GONE
OH YOUR LOVE HAS GONE
INTO THE GARDEN OF REMEMBRANCE
A banshee's wail on a summer's day a voice from deep within the cave
A soul supplanted by division, a famine and direct provision
The reefers on the reeperbahn, the haunted Hamburg morning fog
Cheap deodorant makes you gag while waiting for the words to form
To move like this feels wonderful!
OH YOUR LOVE HAS GONE
OH YOUR LOVE HAS GONE
INTO THE GARDEN OF REMEMBRANCE
She let go of your hand, picked up the bag of cans and sauntered into the garden of remembrance.
Razor blade lip, did you get that shaving?
Is it scarification?
Your story makes me smile.
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At One With My Rage
03:23
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At One With My Rage
Gazing at the soapbox I get no preferential treatment by promoters of consumption or the lady at the checkout counter.
I marvel at my childishness despite the daily promises to be a more responsible creature of renown.
My jacket needs some stitches, a buachaill stacking dishes as a young autistic girl brings a tear to her father's eye.
This sense of not belonging breathes a need for isolation but I'm aware now of the bullshit fear can feed my fertile mind.
The lady at the checkout fills me with rage
She asked me to speak up at this hour of the day
My first thought was to scatter things about the place
But I nod at put the biscuits back then leave before I wreck the gaff
At times I know I lose my way but that's alright we're all the same
I want to be at one with rage....
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Jokes not Funny
03:26
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Jokes not Funny
I am the rain cascading down amidst the heavy howl of hollow thunder
I am the midnight mass you said for the one you loved when you were younger
I am a tightrope walker laughing at all the cowards below
I am a breathing apparatus pulled loose from the wall by the angry arm of a former foe
I am comic sans setting as you sit down to type
I am the urge to wake and piss during a sleepless night
I am the dizzying development in an otherwise mundane day
I am the will to get up out of bed in spite of what the demons say
The jokes not funny no the jokes not funny when you've had enough
The crash test dummy who inhabits your body now is throwing up
The jokes not funny no the jokes not funny when you've had enough
Ah here your joke's not funny
I am the theatre of the absurd pitched on the outskirts of a traumatised town
I am the necessary cause and effect analogy applied in haste at the scene by a patronising clown
I am a bruised balloon fuelled by cynicism and doubt
I am the voice who uses your words to claw back some clout
I am a virgin of sorts full of vodka spewing the secrets of the dead
I am the collective unconscious alive and thriving, living rent free inside your head.
The jokes not funny no the jokes not funny when you've had enough
The crash test dummy who inhabits your body now is throwing up
The jokes not funny no the jokes not funny when you've had enough
Ah here your joke's not funny
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Aldente Pasta
04:36
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Aldente Pasta
Remonstrations, I set out to bridge the gap from head to mouth
and as the wind stank from the south, we turned to face the morning
A cubist bruise upon your leg informed me of the war you fled
must I now dance for scraps of bread at the table of your denial
You ley let me in with stolen keys, the weak the whiplashed came in threes
all pleading for some clarity and new life into their lungs
our necks like tangled swans all calm above the water all above board for now at least
There's specks of paint chipped off the walls
The mirror has lied since Valentine's but as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored
We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky has been pockmarked by the cranes
No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved
We want to be with love, we want to be with love...
As it is written off.
Look at you, you're better now
That anaphylactic shaking scowl has altered into something that could fill an empty space
This city stinks of sex and weed, the narrow minded streets recede revealing some new truths to me, if you give a dog a bone it may follow you home and claim you led it on...
There's specks of paint chipped off the walls
The mirror has lied since Valentine's but as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored
We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky still pockmarked by the cranes
No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved
We want to be with love, we want to be with love...
As it is written off.
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The 123 bus brought me there, red brick upon red brick, frost bitten stone.
Wasted youth use their bodies as currency, oh the busy fools they are losing money fast.
To save my boots while addressing the gathering I stood on a fruit box on the cracked tarmac road.
From my trousers I unravelled a road map to the soul I had scribbled on a crumpled receipt.
Then I discreetly began to repeat...
I do decree I'm in need of a partner to dance the slow dance with through forgotten halls.
But not too big, not too short and not too tall.
Oh will you please rip yer eyes from yer phone,
I am bored now of being alone.
If you're out there make yourself known!
I headed west I took all I could handle, and in a lonely church I lit a red candle not for divine intervention or some desperate intention I just find comfort in a flickering flame.
In the coal yard, no it wouldn't be long,
You could wash away all of their wrongs and I would immortalise you in a song, the likes of you pay no heed to this game, sure there is nothing that even rhymes with your name.
I do decree I'm in need of a partner to dance the slow dance with through forgotten halls.
But not too big, not too short and not too tall.
Ah will you please rip yer eyes from yer phone,
I am bored now of being alone,
If you're out there make yourself known!
But I know what I'm like in the morning with my eyes hanging out of my head, it's paranoia that prevents me from calling,
ah hold your tongue now you are making me yawn.
Aint it obvious, I love you, come on.
I do decree I'm in need of a partner to dance the slow dance with through forgotten halls.
But not too big, not too short and not too tall.
Will you please rip yer eyes from yer phone,
I am bored now of being alone,
If you're out there make yourself known!
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David Keenan
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