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New House
03:32
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The New House
My hands are tethered and my mind ain’t free now
My hands are tethered and my mind ain’t free now
My hands are tethered and my mind ain’t free now
And we will build the new house
On the ruins of the old
Yeah they’re are cracks
And they’re are fissures
I don’t know that it will hold…
My face is weathered and I’m on my knees now
My face is weathered and I’m on my knees now
My face is weathered and I’m on my knees now
They will build the new town
On the ruins of the old
And there are cracks
And there’s subsidence
I don’t know that it will hold…
My hands untethered and my mind is free now
My hands untethered and my mind runs free now
My hand untethered and my mind runs free now
And she will build her new man
Upon the ruins of the old
Yes there are scars
And there are sutures
I don’t know that it will hold…
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2. |
Flooded Cellar Dream
03:10
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Flooded Cellar Dream
I had the flooded cellar dream again
Clear water, straight to the bottom
Sat on the steps, with the strip lights flickering
All sensation is already memory
Do you tire of the mountains?
Do you tire of the sea?
At the turn of the seasons
Do you think
Do you think
About me…
All sensation is already memory
All is symbol, all is metaphor
A labyrinth outside, a labyrinth inside
This house is sleeping, just push open the door
Do you tire of the mountains?
Do you tire of the sea?
At the turn of the seasons
Do you think
Do you think
About me…
The flooded cellar is
Sublimation
The flooded cellar is
Secret desire
The conscious mind goes
On vacation
Deep in the circuit and
Down in the wire
Do you tire of the mountains?
Do you tire of the sea?
At the turn of the seasons
Do you think
Do you think
About me…
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3. |
She Knows
02:46
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She knows
She knows where the treasure is buried
She knows every path through the woods
She knows how a sorrow gets carried
Like a sickness, deep in the blood
She knows
She knows
She knows
She knows
She runs where the sunlight is dappled
She runs where the branches hang down
She listens to the voice of the forest
Coming up from under the ground
She knows
She knows
She knows
She knows
We’re all standing on the edge of tomorrow
You know what? It looks a lot like today
We’re all drinking from that fountain of sorrow
All trying to make the hurt go away
She knows
She knows
She knows
She knows
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4. |
Dragging The River
03:46
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Dragging The River
You’ve been gone too many days, and the trail has grown cold
Door to door, a photograph, in a locket of gold
Every street and every lane
Every turn and every tear
Every beat of every heart
Of everyone who wants you here
And they’re dragging the river
Searching the shore
There’s a girl walks your last route
Wearing clothes that you once wore
A cigarette from the towpath has been bagged and analysed
A strip of cloth from your jacket, on a thorn bush, memorised
Every word and every gesture of your last recorded day
Has been turned and scrutinised now
Every footprint in the clay
And they’re dragging the river
Searching the shore
There’s a girl walks your last route
Wearing clothes that you once wore
And they stage the re-enactment one month to the day
And a candlelit vigil, where they kneel and they pray
To the Son to the Father, to our Mother , in the sky
To the Mystery, to the Silence
Of the place, where you lie
And they’re dragging the river
Searching the shore
There’s a girl walks your last route
Wearing clothes you never wore…
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5. |
Broken Thing
03:50
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Take This Broken Thing
Take this broken thing, hold it to your heart
The sweetness sorrow brings, before the healing starts
And you cast it off and you put it down and you don’t turn back
And you don’t turn round
Take this broken thing
Take this broken thing, press it to your lips
And then close your eyes before the memory slips
And you let it fall don’t you pick it up
When you’ve drunk your fill when you’ve had enough
Take this broken thing
Every single hour
Every single day
Everyone’s a ghost
In someone else’s play
Every single week
Every single year
Every single tear
Every single tear
Take this broken thing…
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6. |
Numero Secreto
06:34
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Numero Secreto
Numero Secreto carved beneath my heart
I’m a solitary dancer and the music stops and starts
Numero secreto carved beneath my skin
My heart’s a mausoleum
Knock three times and enter in
And my heart
Like a leaf that is tossed by the wind
Completely dead only the memory of motion
And my heart
Like a lamb that is lost in the fields
All the tears that I’ve shed would fill up an ocean
Numero Secreto it was given me at birth
It’s a lonely lonely number
It is my curse to walk the earth
Numero Secreto for everything must pass
The beauty of the moment reflected in a faded glass
And my heart
Like a leaf that is tossed by the wind
Completely dead only the memory of motion
And my heart
Like a lamb that is lost in the fields
All the tears that I’ve shed would fill up an ocean
Like a lonely minotaur on a far distant shore
I have gored every love that I’ve known
My embrace certain death while the canvas is still wet
And God is asleep on his throne
And my heart
Like a leaf that is tossed by the wind
Completely dead only the memory of motion
And my heart
Like a lamb that is lost in the fields
All the tears that I’ve shed would fill up an ocean
Numero Secreto I’ve given everything to Art
And She is a cruel mistress and She shoots the poison dart
At every interloper, pretender to the throne
Her kiss is pretty poison, I must end my days alone
And my heart
Like a leaf that is tossed by the wind
Completely dead only the memory of movement
And my heart
A conscript in the army of night
I close my eyes
Stand in line
For recruitment
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7. |
Gideon
04:14
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Gideon
We’ve got to get out of Gideon
We’ve got to get out of Gideon… she says
We’ve got to get out of Gideon
We’ve been here too long
We’ve got to get out of Gideon
Across the Black Meridian
We’ve got to get out of Gideon
Before it all goes wrong
Love comes and love goes
In times ebb and times flow
You turn around, before you know
You’ve been here too long
I’m going back to Gideon
I’m going back to Gideon…She says
I’m going back to Gideon
I’m going to leave this town
I’m going back to Gideon
Across the Black Meridian
I’m going back to Gideon
Before the sun goes down
Love comes and love goes
In times ebb and times flow
You turn around, before you know
You’ve been here too long
We’ve got to burn down Gideon
We’ve got to burn down Gideon…she says
We’ve got to burn down Gideon
We’ve stayed here too long
We’ve got to burn down Gideon
Across the Black meridian
We’ve got to burn down Gideon
You know we don’t belong
Love comes and love goes
In times ebb and times flow
You turn around, before you know
You’ve been here too long
Love comes and love goes
In times ebb and times flow
You turn around, before you know
You’ve been here too long
When it all goes wrong
And you don’t belong
You sing a Gideon song
When it all goes wrong
And you don’t belong
You sing a Gideon song
Gideon song
Gideon song
Song
Song
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8. |
Something Good
03:49
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Something Good
Something good just slipped way, between the dark and the break of day
Something good just slipped way, between the dark and the break of day
I come down and I can’t remember I come down and I can’t forget
Trapped beneath these fallen timbers in a forest of regret
I believe in the life eternal, in the legions of the lost
I fell in love with a fallen angel, I fell in love with the holy ghost
We’re pushing through that inner door, patterns dancing on the floor
We’re pushing through that inner door, patterns dancing on the floor
Something good just slipped way, between the dark and the break of day
Something good just slipped way, between the dark and the break of day
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9. |
Ordinary Love
02:29
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Ordinary Love
I want an ordinary love, a tawdry kind of love
An ordinary, tawdry kind of love
I want an ordinary love, a tawdry kind of love
And ordinary, tawdry kind of love
Nothing that glitters, nothing that’s gold
Nothing with sapphires or rubies so cold
I just want someone to have and to hold
An ordinary, tawdry kind of love
I want an ordinary love, a tawdry kind of love
An ordinary, tawdry kind of love
I want an ordinary love, a tawdry kind of love
And ordinary, tawdry kind of love
Watching you sleeping, the rise and the fall
The secrets you’re keeping, your bike in the hall
I’d rather have something than nothing at all
An ordinary, tawdry kind of love
I want an ordinary love, a tawdry kind of love
An ordinary, tawdry kind of love
I want an ordinary love, a tawdry kind of love
And ordinary, tawdry kind of love
You ain’t no angel and I ain’t no saint
Both of us could do with a new coat of paint
But we’re not trying to be something we aint
An ordinary, tawdry kind of love
I want an ordinary love, a tawdry kind of love
An ordinary, tawdry kind of love
I want an ordinary love, a tawdry kind of love
And ordinary, tawdry kind of love
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10. |
Bone Moon
03:45
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Bone Moon
Vultures are a circling
In the big wide blue
Those vultures are a hovering
They’re looking down on you
You’re feet are drag dragging
And they feel like lead
You’re seven thousand miles
From your good gals bed
Beneath the bone moon/ beneath bone moon/ everything you buried/will be back soon/beneath the bone moon
Wild wolves are gathering
In the ebony night
You pray to little baby Jesus to make everything right
You pray to little baby Jesus but you left it too long
And you look in all the churches
And he’s long gone
Beneath the bone moon/ beneath bone moon/ everything you buried/will be back soon/beneath the bone moon
You got your sins of omission , you got your sins of pride
In the flames of perdition, you see your child bride
Sins of omission, punishing the flesh
It’s the human condition
We’re crying tears of faithlessness
Beneath the bone moon/ beneath bone moon/ everything you buried/will be back soon/beneath the bone moon
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11. |
The Wynding
02:41
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The Wynding
Girl don’t you worry bout the wynding
Everything in its own time
If you look too soon, the lights are blinding
There are so many steps to climb
I’m standing at the bottom and I’m
Reaching for your hand, you want memories, I got ‘em
Written on the shifting sand
Don’t you worry bout the turning
Everything comes to one who waits
My bodies cold and yours is burning
And I am standing at the gate
The minutes turn to hours and the
Hours turn to days
And we
Trample the flowers
In the grip of some malaise
Girl don’t you wake me from my sleeping
As you pack your bag to go
And every time the feeling deepens
There’s always so much I don’t know
I’ve given up on trying I’m just
Drifting with the wind, don’t you
Blackmail me with crying when there’s
Mystery round the bend
Girl don’t you worry bout the
Don’t you worry bout the….
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12. |
Latin Love
06:16
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Latin Love
The vine and the wisteria, that trellis climbing creeper
The fever growth that chokes the blooms
And insanity comes cheaper
Southern boy comes into town, all courtly with sincerity
And he can call the fire down
Ensuring our prosperity
She’s giving me that latin love/ and I know I don’t deserve it/
That quarter past manhattan love/ and I know I haven’t earned it
No, no…
She is living out a madrigal and the waters ever deeper
Upsetting all the stable grooms for none of them can keep her
Little girl you’re going to drown in a sea of infidelity
And it pays to keep the damper down
Let’s clarify paternity
She’s giving me that latin love/ and I know I don’t deserve it/
That quarter past manhattan love/ and I know I haven’t earned it
No, no…
The smoke and the hysteria, you know, you can buy it cheaper
And I am loath to break the looms
When there’s sand inside my sneaker
Those summer boys comment upon
Our church of high austerity
We’re cutting all the briars down
It’s the lure of what is necessary
She’s giving me that latin love/ and I know I don’t deserve it/
That quarter past manhattan love/ and I know I haven’t earned it
No, no…
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Darktown (Ireland) Sligo, Ireland
Rock and other experiments
Declan Drohan - vocals.
Donal Adams - bass guitar
John Daly - guitars, drum programming.
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