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100 Acres of Sycamore

by Fionn Regan

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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
11.
Vodka Sorrow 06:04
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 Vodka sorrow vodka sorrow vodka sorrow Vodka sorrow vodka sorrow vodka sorrow Vodka sorrow vodka sorrow vodka sorrow Vodka sorrow vodka sorrow vodka sorrow Vodka sorrow vodka sorrow vodka sorrow Vodka sorrow vodka sorrow vodka sorrow Vodka sorrow vodka sorrow vodka sorrow
12.
Golden Light 01:35
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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released August 16, 2011

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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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