1. |
Every Direction Going
02:29
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I can't source your water, be your diviner
if fire is all you pine for
it's too hot for us at this temperature
in the face of every glacier outside the pantheon
As the sun defies the fact-at-hand that winter should've come
And if you try flying
there's a storm where you call home
every direction going
I can't source the fuel to feed all your fires
I'm tired of who they burn for
it's too hot for us at this temperature
in the face of every glacier outside the pantheon
As the sun belies the fact-at-hand that Summer should be gone
And if you try flying
there's a storm where you call home
every direction going
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2. |
All You Ever
02:13
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all you ever to need to know
to know what happens next
beats within the beating heart that beats within your chest
calm down
rest for a little minute
or take all the time you need
all you ever to need to know
to know whats still to come
Is looking back at the eyes you're looking from
calm down
look for a little
or take all the time you need
calm down
nest for a little minute
or take all the time you need
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3. |
Selene
03:23
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4. |
An Eachtra Tosaigh
02:59
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An Eachtra Tosaigh
Bhí slabhra ann, bhí slabhra ann
Agus nasc eachtraí san aer,
Is, ag an tús, ba leor an ghreann
Gan bheith ró-chiallmhar fé.
Bhí eochair ann, eochair is glas
Ach cá raibh siad níor léir dúinn.
Nár chaol an seans dúinn briseadh amach,
Nó fiú fiosrú arb h fhiú é?
Nascadh sinn san eachtra tosaigh –
‘Bhfuil ciall leis sin? N’fheadar.
Ach muna bhfuil ann ach ciall folaigh
Braithim fós nasc éigin eadrainn.
Bhí athrú ann, bhí athrú ann
Nach bhfeicfeadh éinne eile,
Na srianta againn á gcoinneáil teann
Is an fána ag éirí rite.
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5. |
Counting Song
02:11
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6. |
Your Cause
02:10
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7. |
Icy Sea
02:20
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Hear the people calling for a ch-ch-change,
i doubt they're talking money
Rivals reacquainted with the changing rules of pen and paper fools
While an air round here stifles in the freeze, it's a chill still burning from the icy beneath
i've a gun by the pillow, bible by my feet
and my guts're used to trusting both implicitly
there's an air round here, it stifles in the freeze,
it's a furnace burning from the icy sea
and i've alarms on the windows,
sensors on the door and i'm sleeping better than i ever did before
but i wake, honestly, uneasy
Wishing well graffiti writin' T - R - ... why, i doubt they're spelling trouble
Total reinterpretation iss worth a try for bursting any bubble
while an air 'round here stifles in the freeze, it's a chill still burning from the icy beneath
i've a gun by my pillow a bible by my feet and my guts're used to trusting both implicitly
there's an air 'round here, it stifles in the freeze, it's a furnace burning from the icy sea
i've alarms on the windows, sensors on the door and i'm sleeping better than i ever did before
but i wake, honestly, uneasy
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8. |
Seine Song
03:34
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Seine Song
By a birdbath of Connemara marble
I watched a girl draw another there
Her dress cut black with flowers like Kahlo
The corner of her mouth caught her wind-strewn hair
You could hear a tune from a river wedding
The band in bloom and the cameras out
It was something local they were singing
with my rusty French i could just make out
La Nouvelle Ville, c'est pas tranquille
Je reconnais que tu es très gentile
Where the hopeless spit and the helpless steal
The deal is split by morning
Under the bridge, up to the water
I never got close to the edge 'til I saw
A tangle of minnows all fighting over
A morsel of bread from the night before
They picked and they pecked
I followed beside them
I shouldn't've checked but most missed the prize
Cursing the luck of each interested party
I slipped past a couple lost watching the skies
La nouvelle Ville, c'est pas facile,
Je reconnais que tu es très gentile
Where the blusher hides what the cheeks reveal
'n' tries conceal 'til morning
Crossing the path, passing the merchants,
wasting their time just by catching their eye
I don't have the room to be hanging such pictures
and having no room seems enough to get by
So, to spears, their cases entombing,
L'Quai Branly, I disappear
to trumpets, sabres, sceptres, diviners,
a worship fan of Oṣun, our seer.
La nouvelle ville, c'est versatile
Je reconnais que tu es tres gentile
Where you fall in apples if you miss your meal
but you'll be all healed by morning
I slipped in the street, the routes loosen quickly
grabbing the wrist of the first passer-by
He said
"Don't break your head, son, it's not worth the trouble,
It looks like you're laughing whenever you cry!
Just lay down dazed 'til your focusses steady
whatever you say they've heard before
I wouldn't go hitting the drink til you're ready
as soon as you start they start offering more..."
La nouvelle ville, c'est pas facile
je reconnais que tu es tres gentile
While the Sirens serve to crash your keel
So keep nerves of steel 'til morning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--sTUY64GiQ
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9. |
Foggy Dew
04:55
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10. |
Trouble On The Ground
02:38
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Prices here have tripled
Your son is far from doing fine
There's trouble on the ground here but the sun still shines
There's another war a-comin'
And they're sayin' Thirty years
As another letter disappears
Dear friend,
there's 20 owing and there's 20 more he needs
'Tis nowhere near enough to serve the mouth he feeds
You could say there's cheek in asking
but your boy is wearin' thin
At the cost of war we've seen begin
Could you tell your local Father that we're looking for a turn
It's a favour that we're after with the news I've learned
I've a student heading homeward
with no direction planned
Won't you give him the privilege of a helping hand
This people this city have welcomed as their own
Neither loyal to the thistle nor the royal throne
They're loyal to exclusion won't you help me reel them in
Amid the spread of war we've seen begin
I've a student that I'm teaching, a house back home his aim
The dearly departed who share his name bequeathed it in a will
but there's a contest to the claim
Wont you help,
then suggest he might do the same?
The people, the patrons as I'm holding out my hand
I tell them I'm collecting by the lord's command
There's competition begging
But I've the Angels by my side
So, as long as they're looking, the good lord knows I tried
Fair Brother on the isle, I hear the herring failed to bite
May the harvest from the pastures keep you fed alright
It's a shocking shame the season failed the ship you sent to sea
But, if your fortunes change, friend,
send some to me!
While the Celt-ish steal our saints, the English rifle through our mail,
These inter-county rivalries'll still prevail
Well, I try to keep the peace and pray the people do as well
I shall write you again when there's more to tell
For
Prices here have tripled, your son is far from doing fine
There's trouble on the ground here but the sun still shines
There's another war a-comin'
And they're sayin' Thirty years
As another letter disappears
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