We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Let Every Tongue

by John Carroll

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    + bonus inlay card w/photos, credits etc. (available as pdf)
    + bonus lyric sheet (also available as pdf)
    Purchasable with gift card

      €7 EUR  or more

     

  • Full Digital Discography

    Get all 4 John Carroll releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Addicted To The Flute, Aviation, Cenotaph Tapes, and Let Every Tongue. , and , .

    Purchasable with gift card

      €18.20 EUR or more (35% OFF)

     

  • CD
    Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    *Physical album CD SOLD OUT*

    Card sleeve with cd

    Includes unlimited streaming of Let Every Tongue via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Sold Out

1.
Let every tongue uncoil itself When mouths refuse to speak Anchor my ears to a crevass in your skull Near the murmurs of your mind. Let parlance break it’s carefree drift When gums refuse to breach My inner cynic sinks to a chamber in the skull Where the barnacles can hide. Let me in...mmm Beach the great whales A balaenoptera swelling in the sun Eat by death flies Mymaridae a plague under the sun. Let every tongue uncoil itself When mouths refuse to speak Anchor my ears to a crevass in your skull Near the murmurs of your mind. Let me in...mmm
2.
I've wrestled with God, manoeuvres and motions I'm exiled from your thoughts. Communion in my hands crumble black as sin The devil’s more than welcome to oscillate through worlds of imperfection. Find your dreams in the hopes you've only known Twist and turn through thoughts of imperfection Find your dreams through the hopes you've only known Despair, you’re gone beneath the words, I’m harbouring a fugitive song. I've brawled the boundless hands, genuflected in devotion and banished all your prayers. The Nicene Creed's familiar to me when I feel unsure, Lord God, I’m rotten to the core. so I oscillate through worlds of imperfection Find your dreams in the hopes you've only known Twist and turn through thoughts of imperfection Find your dreams through the hopes you've only known Oscillate through worlds of imperfection Find your dreams in the hopes you've only known Twist and turn through thoughts of imperfection Find your dreams through the hopes you've only known Despair, you’re gone beneath the words, I’m harbouring a fugitive song. Despair, you’re gone beneath the sounds, I’m harbouring a fugitive song.
3.
We are men who serve no purpose And no kingdom to revere Foreign lands are fertile And our minerals are bare The blades of grass like cenotaphs For years I've left behind But we remain the harvesters Of blight that spoils the land A farmer and a friesian pull the plough. We are slaves that serve your purpose Your place is where we fear Mountains are our deity Our fruits are in your care The blades of grass like cenotaphs For years I've left behind But we remain the harvesters Of blight that spoils the land A farmer and a friesian pull the plough My perennial land of love, that you are. We are men who serve no purpose And no kingdom to revere Foreign lands are fertile And our minerals are bare The blades of grass like cenotaphs For years I've left behind But we remain the harvesters Of blight that spoils the land A farmer and a friesian pull the plough My perennial land of love, that you are
4.
Old Dog 04:23
Old dog snapping my heels Trailing through the shadows with me. Gorse and thicket high, we forage the quagmire Wading through the waters neck deep. Old cur, your canines pierce The fleshy tarsals with your temper. Ensnare me with your fiery optics, Smouldered eyelids and blackened corneas. My daughter, This old dog will retrieve his missing senses And give you a reason To be proud to call him daddy This old dog This old dog Master, I am the messenger Ascending the trees of old Beechgrove Her bark and crusty shell, the movement of her skin To the marrow depths I've siphoned ore below. A hollow of wooden stigmata I harvest a mine with lumber for bones. Scavenger magpie, I’m in your home One for sorrow, azure and cold. My daughter, This old dog will retrieve his missing senses And give you a reason To be proud to call him daddy This old dog This old dog
5.
O Captain on an ocean liner, You sail with me through sleet and rain, Your navigation yields before a storm, You don’t ship the brutality. Below leviathans breach the surface crest, Their crotchets moan and maim my callous lobes, A rhododendron for your crypt beneath the storm, It don’t ship the brutality O Captain on an apparition, Your pulse is weak through sheets and foam, Like a Lusitiania defeated by the storm, We don’t ship the brutality O behemoth I miss you dearly, As cadences divorce your vacant hull, A blush azalea adrift within the storm, Don’t ship the brutality Currach Adhmaid tarred and canvassed, Your beaten frame persists through sleet and rain, Your crew relinquished surrender to the storm, Cos they accept the brutality
6.
Don’t shield your eyes when your heartbeats are exposed Shield your eyes when I call on you, call on you to send a prayer Give me your allegiance or you will burn Just like your heart and soul Don’t shield your eyes. Don’t Shield your eyes from a famine and four horsemen Shield your eyes when a tsunami, tsunami answers prayers Give me your allegiance or you will burn Cos I’m falling heart and soul, whole Don't shield your eyes. You gave me your protection But I never had proof Cos the root of all evil Was right in front of my eyes Don’t shield your eyes
7.
Channels 03:28
Through channels, you’re music speaks to me I don’t know how? Through channels, you’re music brings me down I don’t know why? It’s coursing through me, I’ve listening closely to you, A mantra on the road to god, an other-worldly dream, I don’t know you but I want to. The tunnels, that burrow through my mind I don’t know where they are. Tunnels, mining for a soul, in search of you. Your marriage to me has brought me closer to you, A mantra on my path to prosperity Another day gone by that I don’t know you but I want to

about

Performed by -
John Carroll (vocals/guitar)
Rita Van Dyke (piano)
Zhou Da Yun 周大韵 (cello)

All songs written by John Carroll
Recorded in Overtone Studios, Hangzhou by Chen Wei(陈伟)
Mastered by Denis Blackham in the Isle of Skye, Scotland
Distributed by lllMediclll records, Hangzhou, China

Press - lllmediclll@hotmail(dot)com

所有的歌曲均由约翰卡罗尔创作
由约翰以及Overtone Studios文化艺术有限公司陈伟(中国杭州)录制
附加的录制在浙江电视台的工作室
混音部分由约翰于布兰顿的小公寓内完成
后期母带制作由苏格兰Denis Blackham完成
特别感谢:沈琴 小爱 妈妈 大卫卡罗尔 妈妈郑来英 布兰顿


"...John's penetratingly poignant lyrics are done superb justice by his rich voice complete with clearly identifiable brogue. Back this richness with a powerful and evocative delivery and there’s an album that you will relish." - Folkwords

" 'Let Every Tongue’ is an intriguing release that grabs at your curiosity, the arrangements rest in the melancholic where they may well deceive the listener of the album’s depths." - Folk Radio UK

"A voice that’s both reassuring and full of life. The calm authority of his vocals suggests that all he sings (and probably says) should be taken as incontrovertible fact. "

"Let Every Tongue is a good, if not perfect 'singer-songwriter' album from John Carroll..." - Golden Plec Ireland

credits

released November 1, 2012

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

John Carroll Hangzhou, China

John Carroll is a songwriter and artist from Limerick, Ireland. Carroll's songs can be introspective acoustic narratives, or tongue-in-cheek tunes about acrophobic atheist taikounauts, all topped off with lashings of lyrics and phrases influenced by his adopted home in Hangzhou, China. ... more

contact / help

Contact John Carroll

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this album or account

John Carroll recommends:

If you like John Carroll, you may also like: