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Claddagh Palace
03:32
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There's a lady at the train station
The railroad goes skyward on platform one
Wearing a pencil skirt and a peacoat
The ones received, cloaked in skins far from their own
In the Claddagh Palace as children
The screen before us apparitions to heathens
Before Beauty and the Beast, I loved you so
There's innocence but we can't dig up that gold
At witching hour the firmament fell on our lawn
All the angels in the snow are long gone
Your mam put 50p in the collection
For Joseph's forgiveness, Mary's protection
Skate out Galway Bay, the horizon,
The village of LA burning in the sun
At witching hour the firmament fell on our lawn
But all the angels in the snow are long gone
A most savage crime when the grown-ups forged our Valentine's
I was a long, long way out of earshot by teatime
There's a lady at the train station
Her suitcase a device of transfiguration
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Get Out of California
04:00
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All the day from beach to beach
Wondering if any will be safe to sleep
The devil dwells in the desert deep
The talk of Jesus crawling, walking, running, coming in from the sea
No I never loved not one
Simple heart beneath the sun
All crooked kinds of chemistry
Binding them to these bodies
This is the world to my regret
The more you think the more distressed you get
Came the first bang, don't say we didn't warn you
Came the next bang, get out of California
Every mortal through the portal had come in peace
I put my hand into your purse
I crashed your car in the desert
I guessed the combination for the astral vault
But I couldn't carry any of it off
This is the world I do despair
Each passing day we're only getting uglier
Came the first bang, don't say we didn't warn you
Came the next bang, get out of California
Every mortal through the portal had come in peace
I made a pact with a sailor
Who said that he'd been everywhere
He wished there was somewhere new to dream
He wished home was even a memory
This is the world I am afraid
The more you seek the less that you retain
Came the first bang, don't say we didn't warn you
Came the next bang, get out of California
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Aleksandra
03:53
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Trouble came and trouble went
My pretty nose got long and bent
Often you spoke but rarely I knew what you meant
Til I broke vows of silence, obedience, and lent,
Your mother thought I was a gent
But she only lights candles for the innocent
Who'd never even need them
Aleksandra
A redhead and a Scorpio
And all I ever wanted
Tall and thin
The meanest little girl I know
I never felt the same again
Once I dressed up like a skeleton
No train here arrives without the dawn of time as its origin
Could never get away from
Aleksandra
A redhead and a Scorpio
And all I ever wanted
Tall and thin
The meanest little girl I know
The defiant and the vanquished
Aleksandra
Passing through the dreamcatcher
I remember the Brother
Trying to cane the devil out of every left-hander
Strange news came lately eastward
The banshee's call that everybody heard
And still ignored
I'd not regret, repent, or hate
For all the stout in Dublin 8
The hops that haunt we corruptibles in the orbit of St. James's Gate
Near but never close was
Aleksandra
A redhead and a Scorpio
And all I ever wanted
Tall and thin
The meanest little girl I know
The defiant and the vanquished
Aleksandra
Passing through the dreamcatcher
I remember the Brother
Trying to cane the devil out of every left-hander
The redemptress Aleksandra.
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Gangs of Gypsies
03:31
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Fables and stories
The auld ones told me
When I was just a baby
Their words washed o'er me
No gods adore me
A boy takes that as his own duty (A girl takes that as her own duty)
See all the angels in a dream, none of them to comfort me
All the love I used to know, living in a town where I can't go
The Pharaoh and Moses go twelve bareknuckle rounds for your mind
I consorted freely
With gangs of gypsies
Poets, wastrels, condemned winos
Who took nothing from me
I gave it all willingly
Before it even comes then it goes
Speak the name and it's gone upon the wind
See all the angels in a dream, none of them to come for me
All the love I used to know, living in a town where I can't go
The Pharaoh and Moses go twelve bareknuckle rounds for your mind
A Reading from the Book of Exodus:
Open your hand that you may find the river in the wilderness and forest in an emptiness,
Open that you may see the snows fall on the sands of the sun.
And both men drew long into labouring lungs
And no one could tell the blood of one from the blood of the other once it was spilled and forsaken.
This is the Word of the Ghost.
Be done with waiting
There's no soul for saving
Sing no song of goodbye
Life replayed in flashes
Then long reels of sadness
Ashes scattered long before I died.
Speak the name and it's gone upon the wind
See all the angels in a dream, none of them to come for me
All the love I used to know, living in a town where I can't go
Through parted sea come riding gangs of gypsies
The Pharaoh and Moses go twelve bareknuckle rounds for your mind
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Was a beautiful
Baby boy
You wondered what I'd become
Jesus Christ
In a fistfight
With Iron Mike Tyson
Good at school,
Almost cool,
But so, so, so nervous
Behind each smile
The frightened eye
Reservoir of helplessness
Give me some good twentieth century
Cooking, loving, radio, TV
I drove her car
All the way
Across the sand dunes and beach
In the mirror,
Couldn't be clearer,
The Mexican police
From a hospital bed
Virtually dead
The soul untethered in the air
You watch the kite
Flicker out of sight
Before falling back to earth
Give me some good twentieth century
Cooking, loving, radio, TV
1980s
Maternity ward
Dream of days to come
A new decade,
A new age,
A new millennium
For all the love
You gave to me
I could have been anything
Arthur Guinness,
Georgie Best,
But I amounted to nothing
Give me some good twentieth century
Cooking, loving, radio, TV
I shared your breath,
I shared your blood,
I shared your body first
The new age came,
Love stayed the same
For the old timers
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7. |
Back to the Country
05:20
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The Catalan was old and frail and wise
Saw darkness in you, he knew the kiss of life
Weeping beneath Arc de Triomf
Counting every stone it took
If only we were but we are familiar
Is there a sweetheart you could call
Shut up shop and take the draw,
I'm going back to the country
It used to be kindness couldn't be stopped
A superhero in every telephone box
You and the kids marooned and divisible
Wireless love might as well be invisible
If only we were but we are familiar
Is there a sweetheart you could call
Shut up shop and take the draw
I'm going back to the country
He saw the substitution board
The baby-faced assassin scored
The goal of the century
I'm going back to the country
A ledger he kept in binary
For the days he loved, and the 1s lost to envy
If only we were but we are familiar.
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I've been spending all my days at an unknown address
At the foot of the mountains with a darkroom and a printing press
And love I can withstand because I wake up to a land under darkness
I saw an apparition moving through the fog, and yes
Every feature assembled and measured in her likeness
And at nobody's command she moves across a land under darkness
And the yellow moon beaming down on Galway Bay
I see the silent body carried weightless on the wave
I come down to receive you, come to shed you of the sand
But I found nothing but footprints leading towards a land under darkness
Comes to me throughout the day or calls me from my rest
A statue of Mary winked at me, she told me to confess
She can summon any man through a portal to a land under darkness
And the yellow moon beaming down on Galway Bay
I see the silent body carried weightless on the wave
I come down to receive you, come to shed you of the sand
But I found nothing but footprints leading towards a land under darkness
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Down the Bunny Trail
03:15
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Hobble the beach road, covered in fur
The known gods' last day of summer
Phantom ship setting sail
It's easy, it's easy to go
Down the bunny trail
It's easy, it's easy to go
There's a tune to keep through the winter
The white horse in thick bell heather
Phantom ship setting sail
It's easy, it's easy to go
Down the bunny trail
It's easy, it's easy to go
There is a reason none of us know
The man who brings the hashish on the boat
Phantom ship setting sail
It's easy, it's easy to go
Down the bunny trail
It's easy, it's easy to go
There was a house a hundred miles south, fastened to the summer
On a cliff top, where the world stopped, I know we're still living there
Phantom ship setting sail
It's easy, it's easy to go
Down the bunny trail
It's easy, it's easy to go
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Me Auld Flower County Galway, Ireland
Me Auld Flower is a songwriter based in Connemara, Ireland
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