1. |
100 Acres Of Sycamore
05:35
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We'll go to knuckle to knuckle, or buckle against buckle
Your nostrils will flare as you push out the air
Rise up, brother
Rise up from the trappings of flesh and holdings of skin
We'll steer the car towards the reservoir
And poison our senses as nightfall commences
Rise up, brother
Rise up from the monotony that is hemming you in
Tonight while you sleep you'll be grinding your teeth
Put your head at the north and the south at your feet
Rise up, brother
Rise up from the pack who are baying and clawing for blood
Oooo-oooo
Who's there?
How can you hear the door
I'm one-hundred acres of sycamore
Oh flash my hand past your eyes in the air
But it won't break your stare
Is there anyone there
But the four black winds blowing through the eaves of your mind?
If he darkens your doorway, you come and tell me
Where he resides, text me or bell me
Rise up, sister
I'll make sure he never darkens your doorway again
Don't be a stranger to me anymore
I'll hold a lantern, put your heel on the shore
Rise up, sister
Rise up from the black ships that sail through the swan of your heart
Oooo-oooo
Who's there?
How can you hear the door
I'm one-hundred acres of sycamore
Oh flash my hand past your eyes in the air
But it won't break your stare
Is there anyone there
But the four black winds blowing through the eaves of your mind?
Those weasels in the weeds await to jump us
One had a screwdriver and one had a cutlass
We counted the beats between thunder and lightning
One-thousand and two, one-thousand and three
It's coming in from the sea
Put your hand on my leg
Kilometres in blue and miles in black
Lose my eyes in the bathroom
Arm-wrestle, east, west, place brass-tack
Bite my lip in the car, midnight ringing
Unravel on the gravel, phone off, walk
Search for the lighter in my pocket
Go inner, and inner, and bolt, and book
Let the four black winds begone from the eaves of the mind
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2. |
Sow Mare Bitch Vixen
03:45
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Spit on your head and lead me inside
Through the caves of your fingers and into the tide
Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women
One more line and an audience will clap in their head
Removing the animal hide that covers your bed
With a classroom compass I can now say I've been kissed
Across my pale body clenched in her fist
I've always had a thing for dangerous women
Button on your hood and we can sleep in the graveyard
Zip up your boots, I'll be in the yard
The holes in conversations she fills with smoke rings
I tell her I'm with someone, she laughs, says 'no strings'
Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women
It's easy to remember and hard to forget
For the dust of reflection has not settled yet
Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women
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3. |
The Horses Are Asleep
04:38
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The horses are asleep with heavy eyes that close
In dreams they trace the path by which the river flows
Let spirit now align with the estuary
As nightfall's open mouth howls out to the sea
It starts with a kick then, hips align vertically
Muscle and bone assemble
The carriage of her arms breaks free
I douse this bullrush with petrol from a can
And into the forest with it lit I ran
I'm a man
I'm a man
I'm a man, with a child's heart
The horses are asleep, the stable door will lock
Count the hours you keep on a ballerina clock
Let spirit now align the current of the breeze
As nightfall's open mouth howls out through the trees
It starts with a kick then, hips align vertically
Muscle and bone, assemble
The carriage of her arms breaks free
I douse this bullrush with petrol from a can
And into the forest with it lit I ran
I'm a man
I'm a man
I'm a man, with a child's heart
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4. |
The Lake District
05:36
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From the banister, I can see you cough and blast rainbows
Twenty-seven summers press against the powder room window
On returning eyes are learning the language of your wrists
You twist them towards the chandelier and say who will be my witness
On a beaded rug with Jerusalem hymn watching the trawlers roll in
Let's start at the beginning
The a drunk shouts who’s your tailor
On the preface of a power failure slashing out its darkness
The steeple riggers 'round the spire scramble
For holy work lights on great hooks hanging
You straighten your coif and mimic a stiff
The jury’s back and it’s a crushing blow
For those who wish you ill and woe
You are the lake district
You don’t need to speak
It writes in the air in chalk
Like subtitles walk across a foreign film screen
From the landing, I can hear your hay-baled laughter singing
It breaks the white horse hearts of all those assembling to be
An ornament that sparkles it's clear those here will kill
But there’s nowhere to hide if you become a city on the hill
On a beaded rug with Jerusalem hymn watching the trawlers roll in
Let's start at the beginning in a dingy parlour by a mantle swooning
With the ancient caverns of your eyes welling
The tail of Russian headscarf landing
On your collarbone from your blouse protruding
You tighten your belt so its closer felt
The jury’s back and it’s a crushing blow
For those who wish you ill and woe
You are the lake district
Marry me in a registry like a foreign film scene
Let others publish our faults
Take my hand and we will waltz
Below the cathedral vaults
Spinning like a foreign film reel
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5. |
Dogwood Blossom
03:24
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Keep climbing into my head without knockin'
And you fix yourself there like a map pin
On this ghost of this street where I'm livin'
I'm in a chrysalis and I'm snowed in
Darling, darling that dam's gonna give
It's inevitable the way that you live
Bottles in brown paper and a mouth that slurs
All the shit that it stirs
Let that dogwood blossom
There'll be hell to pay in heaven
For you take every street home
What happens when you're in too deep to break?
Loneliness keeps you constantly awake
What happens when the passage of time appears?
You see yourself as a child and it brings you to tears
You say that you're troubled and you always have been
Uncomfortable in your own skin
So you contemplate the riverbed
Turn off the dark thoughts in your head
Darling, darling that dam's gonna give
It's inevitable the way that you live
Bottles in brown paper and a mouth that slurs
All the shit that it stirs
Let that dogwood blossom
There'll be hell to pay in heaven
For you take every street home
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6. |
For a Nightingale
03:43
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I would walk you home
And then I sail you to the door
Under white bulbs flashing
Cross the ocean's roar
You're a star
You're a star
I would tell you things
That I told nobody else
Put your arms inside my jacket
Kiss me on the steps
You're a star
You're a star
My little heart would beat
When I saw your snow white feet
Eyes of blue, deep and wide
And your hair blows in the
Wind it hurts me darling
Do do do do do
Oh, here it comes
Do do do do do
It's gone in a flash
Do do do do
Fills your lungs
Brings you back to life
As the seasons change
And the nights grew longer still
I'd wait for you in the lane
By your house upon the hill
You're a star
You're a star
My little heart would beat
When I saw your snow white feet
Eyes of blue, deep and wide
And your hair blows in the
Wind it hurts me darling
Do do do do
Well, here it comes
Do do do do
It's gone in a flash
Do do do do
Fills your lungs
Brings you back to life
I love you and I always will love you
I love you and I always will
Do do do do
Well, here it comes
Do do do do
It's gone in a flash
Do do do do
Well, here it comes
Do do do do
It's gone in a flash
Do do do do
Well, here it comes
Do do do do
It's gone in a flash
Do do do do
It fills your lungs
Brings you back to life
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7. |
List Of Distractions
03:31
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On your list of distractions
Are there stars beside my name?
Filling up with happiness
Japanese bullet train
If the evening loses momentum
Take these and your legs will shake
Just the way that they invent them
Separate beds when we wake
Light up this
Glass house with
Roman candles
And paraffin lamps
Sparklers from North Korea
It's good to see ya'
It's good to see you
Where do you see yourself this december dear?
Not in this bus shelter
Holding your head and cryin'
Like a neon sign
That gets thrown from side to side
Light up this
Glass house with
Roman candles
And paraffin lamps
Sparklers from North Korea
It's good to see ya'
I'll get the slides out
Overhead projector
Overhead, overhead
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8. |
1st Day Of May
02:26
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Why won't you stay
Don't turn back and walk away
Just listen to what I have to say
We can shelter in this doorway
Bedroom of stars
First day of may
You don't remember the last part
In the taxi you poured out your heart
And your head fell on my shoulder like a willow
There were diamonds laced with sorrow in that pillow
Bedroom of stars
First day of may
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9. |
North Star Lover
05:20
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Lover, lover, lover you are
Guiding us out of the woods
Lover, lover, lover you are
Are a north star, burning
She shifts her weight to the other foot
Asks me how deep I'd like the cut
Sharpening her words
He kicks out the door wedge
And walks her to the ledge
Points out to the ocean
I hear that you're living in, that house out by the lake
Things that fall together, just as easily break
I'm not looking back though
Lover, lover, lover you are
Guiding us out of the woods
Lover, lover, lover you are
Are a north star, burning
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
We wrestle with the tide
Till there was nowhere to hide
Laid bare on the rocks
Things came into focus sharp
With the morning came a spark
That lit the fuse for sorrow
I hear that you're living in, that house out by the lake
Somewhere down the road, beside you I wish to wake
I'm not looking back though
Lover, lover, lover you are
Guiding us out of the woods
Lover, lover, lover, you are
Are a north star, lover
Lay your head, on the river bed
The tears we shed, gonna burst the bank
Lover, lover, lover you are
Guiding us out the woods
Lover, lover, lover you are
Guiding us out of the woods
Lover, lover, lover you are
Are a north star, turning
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
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10. |
Woodberry Cemetery
01:43
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Bring back the staircase in your childhood home
Bring back the wind through the attic blowing
Woodberry cemetery
Close your eyes and count to three
Woodberry cemetery
Bring back grandmother's eyes
Bring back the gorse fires
Woodberry cemetery
Close your eyes and you will see
Woodberry cemetery
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11. |
Vodka Sorrow
06:04
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When the foghorn blows stand on your tiptoes
Look out the windows
Crooked teeth on the bottom row
It takes a lower lip to know
Vodka sorrow
Watch her go
Were you really there
Vodka sorrow
Walks to the phone box in rabbit fur
Looking back the edges blur
Now daybreak is on her back
Like the train is on the track
Vodka sorrow watch her go
Were you really there
Vodka sorrow
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12. |
Golden Light
01:35
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Let golden light surround you now
Let golden light surround you now
Let golden light surround you now
Let golden light surround you now
Let golden light surround you now
Let golden light surround you now
Let golden light surround you now
Let golden light surround you now
Let golden light surround you now
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Fionn Regan Bray, Ireland
Over the course of six sublime albums, the man who has been nominated for Mercury, Choice, Meteor Ireland and Shortlist awards, sampled by Bon Iver, tattooed on actor Rhys Ifans’ arm (the lyric "Be good or be gone"), and made an honorary member of the Trinity College Literary Society knows that rewards and recognition don’t come close to what truly matters. “I’m just so lucky to play music,” Regan ... more
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