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Let Every Tongue
02:49
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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
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Fugitive Song
04:04
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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.
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Farmer and Friesian
04:15
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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
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4. |
Old Dog
04:23
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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
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Currach Adhmaid
04:53
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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
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Don't Shield Your Eyes
03:27
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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
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Channels
03:28
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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
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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
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