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Spring In Her Step
03:23
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SPRING IN HER STEP
Spring was nearly
Unfurled petals standing proud,
In the Pink Room
She could feel him course her senses,
Spring was nearly
Little grey glove of her Pink Room,
In this moment
Captivated by his beauty -
Stay as long as
Stay as long as
You want.
High priestess,
Red priestess,
Worshipping
At your altar.
Fervid yearning through
Constellations
Raging refusal to ride the Pale Horse.
Spring was almost
Though she could not go the distance,
Desolation
In this so called Land Of Plenty
Replaying
Minutae of their ardour shared:
How he felt,
How he smelt,
Oh how he loved...
Painted into
Painted into
Painted into
Immortality.
Till we meet again...
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Sunken Cemetery 1849
04:46
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SUNKEN CEMETERY 1849
The green, the white, the gold
Is etched upon my mind,
And though I know that I must leave
My home sod far behind,
My valour continues
To heed your steady beat,
And everywhere I roam
I will
Carry you,
I will take you with me.
The sound and the fury
Would bring you to the brink,
I write a letter so afeard
Our vessel she will sink,
Poorly, weary, forlorn
We can but persevere,
So many gone before us now,
Oh how I
Miss your verdure.
And all I,
All I will ever do
Is dance,
Dance to your tune.
Jesus Christ
Almighty, I
Implore thee
God above us,
Jesus Christ
Almighty, why
Have you sought
To forsake us
To this tempest?
The green, the white, the gold
Is etched upon my mind.
And I will dance
Dance to your tune...
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3. |
Ink Slinger
03:41
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INK SLINGER
Knock, knock whooo
Could it be so late?
It's dark of clock amok.
Hinky Punk!
There it goes again
Smudgèd lashes, brushing cloudy portholes.
Gently as a willow of the wisp.
Hobby lanterns flitting, embers whisper
Swampy min min, min min, min...
I would like to meet myself
I know not what I would say to me,
Sustained on a diet of my own words,
Humble pie, an easy recipe.
Drift away, peaceful as the wind,
I'll come clean, by and by,
Let's glide...
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THE LEGEND OF LILY POND LAKE.
Rain on the lily pond yonder,
Gussied up saying boo to a goose
Is she wet to her waist yet?
Is she soaked through her source yet?
All fantasies granted
In the rain on Lily Pond Lake.
Coves festooned and resplendent
With shoals of shimmering things
Ducks doodle duckling so webly,
Fishes fins fishing so fishily,
Composed conversation
In the rain on Lily Pond Lake.
And all the girls booked on the plane bound for Spain
She stays in her lily pond lake just the same
With a pair of swans,
A cormorant too,
They're up for the quack,
They know how to laugh...
And there's no way she'd trade
Spain on the plane
For her time in Lily Pond Lake.
At ease in her puddle
Complete and happy
So enriched, intrinsically dandy
Dines with a frog - friend
Francois De Choisy
Oh yes she does!
Oh yes she does!
Good luck to the girls on the Spain plane
Gussied up, saying boo, but no goose,
No frogs, no fishes, no swan - talk
No cormorant mating squawk.
Engines a - whirr on the Spain plane cannot compare
To the rain,
Wonderous rain,
Exquisite rain
On Lily Pond Lake.
And all the girls packed on the plane bound for Spain,
She stays in her lily pond lake just the same,
Watching cygnets,
Kingfisher blue,
Uninterrupted,
No hullabaloo
And there's no way she'd trade
Spain on the plane
For the solace of Lily Pond Lake.
Come sit in the rain.
In Lily Pond Lake!
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5. |
The Ballad Of Lucy Sands
04:16
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THE BALLAD OF LUCY SANDS
Blossoms bloom and fade away,
Some before their time aaaah
Fade, fade away.
Young buds tighten under stars,
Winter closing around their hearts
Around my heart.
Around my heart
Aaaaahhh
Ever lasting artic leaves a callous stain,
Buttoned up, left breathless by her mystery
Cold eyed in her sorrow and her frailty,
Aaaaahhh
Take this cup, be still my beating breast,
Jack Frost is no longer
Welcome here to dwell,
Yearning for unsullied Summer's warmth-
Yet knowing,
The patina
Of Wintertide keeps on.
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I'VE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE
Moody Judy take your pills
Aaaah
Live your life on the
Front page you are a
Starlet, don't age.
Judy's mama has one goal
Aaaah
She don't care how she's
Put a price upon
You head tape up your
Tits, all sold.
Moody Judy sing out from your cage!
Judy, Judy, work work work
Aaaah
Sweep your baby under
The carpet, hamster wheel
You can't know what you want.
Cut your throat, this is cut - throat business.
Cut your throat, this is cut - throat business.
Gumm's no safer with her man
Aaaah
A band of thieves
Lie and steal
From her
Rootless, homeless, searching aimlessly.
Rootless, homeless, searching aimlessly.
Aimlessly
Woah...
Judy's martyred to the dream
Aaaah
A nightmarish, maelström of
Anguish, misery, for all to
Clap and cheer along her fall.
Feast upon those pills, get forty winks
Gobble up the pills, sleep like a baby.
Pig out on your pills, sleep like your baby.
It's your grand finale; final curtain
Step into the footlights, take a bow,
Toi, toi, toi, seek out your ultimate journey,
Embrace the comfort of the bathroom floor.
Silent night.
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7. |
Natural Disaster
05:04
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NATURAL DISASTER
Stunned, confounded, caught off guard
As the old tale goes
Unexpected melodies
Soothe and flow.
Heavenly, heart's desire, glorious soul
Strains and flames hypnotise,
Pulse and glow, woah.
Spellbinding, magic reflections
Drowning in your sights,
Rhapsody in a pool of sapphire teleview
Is this a fatal sport?
Is this a fatal sport?
Do you see me now?
Do you hear me now?
Do you want me now?
Will you have me now?
Do you see me now, now you're under my skin?
I am, I have flowers inside my aaaah,
I hate the flowers less, less than I used to,
Hear, see me now, have me now, forever yours.
All yours, all yours, mmmmmm
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JUST AN OLD SINNER (FEAT. STEVO TIMOTHY)
There is nothing to say -
Gone years and years.
Born to nobody and no one
A destiny of nonentity
A resting place: nowhere.
Seal me up in a tiny little box
So even if I wanted to scream
Ears won't hear my strangled cries,
My destiny a cautionary tale
My resting place: hidden.
Hide me away in your airtight shaft
Inside the tiny box
Within the walls of your lies
And your secrets
And your unwillingness to honour the dead -
Like the man in black
So vehemently insists
We all do
From the 'Talking Corner'
Of your rotting church.
Keep hiding me
You'll NEVER succeed.
I am you,
I am your neighbour,
I am your friend.
Your daughter,
Your son,
I am your grandchildren,
Your sister and brother
And your cousins.
You will never escape, do you hear me?
You will never escape your guilt!
Just you try and lock me up in the
Tiny box in the airtight shaft -
I will haunt you with my shrieks
FOREVER.
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EVERYTHING COMES TO SHE WHO WAITS (HOPEFULLY).
Tidy up my couch
Will you join me here
And help me mess it up
Beyond all recognition?
Swimming in the blue
Find me in my melting pot
Steady me
Quiet my mind.
Heady wine
Dazzling, beguiling
Thrillingly exciting
So fine, so fine
Infinite magnificence
Cotton candy tenderness
More than a galaxy to me.
My one, my only, you're the key
Sheltered beneath your tree's
Leafy filigree.
My one, my only tree.
Passion rules
Cascading emotion,
Limitless devotion,
Just a little death
Blistering,
Scorching, adoration
Feverish sensations
Harpooned, merry fool
Nourishing your trust and care
Joy, sorrow, ever there
Heady wine, so fine...
Love of my life.
Clean the kitchen tiles
Ready for the day you
Come back in my open door
And take me to your arms.
Man of mine
Longing faithfully dear
More than I could wish for
Man of mine, so fine
And if it takes a century,
I'll wait until I disappear
Acquiescent,
Unprotesting,
Sipping heady wine.
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BRINGING BACK SOCKS 'N' SANDALS
The absurdity deepens
Wounds are boundless bullet holes
Wily wolves feign sheepish
Welcome to the fold.
I would light a votive candle
If it helped a single plight
But it won't so I'll buy distractions
Of surface, stuff and style.
Bringing back socks n sandals yeah!
Bringing back socks n sandals.
We will sail to Tinfoil Island
Realm of some pieces bling
Where nothing never changes
And nothing will make you think.
Bringing back ankle bangles yeah!
Bringing back turnip mangles.
We will conjour steaming piles of
Where we come to, going to
Oh we'll bake half with our pots cracked,
Garnished with hardy fools
Woah detailed in the podcast
Skeletons unabashed blast
Across the stratosphere vast,
For carping ears - aghast.
I will don my outrage outfit
Medals draped across my chest
For pretentious triviality
Parading Sunday's best.
Bringing back ankle bangles yeah!
Bringing back turnip mangles.
Bringing back fidget spinners yeah!
Thin is thin but skinny's thinner.
Bringing back socks n sandals yeah!
Bringing back socks n sandals.
Blotting up roasting the brawl
Hollow chandeliers pall
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Scorch!
Men Mori of a danse macabre
Round the maypole of oblivion
And we'll perne in shrinking spirals ever till
We reek of our own arses.
Bringing back socks n sandals...
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LAST KNOWN SIGHTING OF THE LESSER SPOTTED BUTTERWING
Salad days demise
Bonny butterfly
When all is done and said
Fold away your wings, don't sigh...
Too much
Too tight
Too fine for the fray
Cocooned, cloistered nothingness
Fill your muddied boots up with clay.
Drink a glass of cold comfort with ice
Drink it up -
Savour the flavour of humiliation
Knowing -
There is no such thing as succor from this
Butter wings slip slide
Unencumbered, wild
Butter wings won't fly
So don't you sigh
Set the whole damn thing on fire.
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CÚMHA Í NDIAIDH AISLING SHÉANTA
A chroí
Mar atá sé briste,
Ag siúl an
Domhain i mbrón
Ar ais go dtí an chré sinn
Is suaimhneas inár nanam dóchais.
Uair amháin
Bhí aisling,
Aingeal álainn
Ag snámh
Faoin spéir, gan chúram ina ceann
Lán saoirse óna cnámha
Lán saoirse óna cnámha...
Agus sheinn sí
Fonn binn
San úllórd draoíchta -
Fonn bródúil.
Chraith an drúcht
Óna sciatháin,
'gus gach duine sa tír
Throimaigh a súile.
Faraor tá sé
In am dúiseacht,
Ní thagann
Aisling fíor,
Titeann úll
De chrann an úaignis
Agus itheann
Na péisteanna é.
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Laura Mulcahy CE, Ireland
Welcome to the Bandcamp store of Irish artist and musician, Laura Mulcahy
'Ireland's most
iconoclastic contemporary singer.' - Bernard Clarke, RTÉ Lyric FM
'Mesmerising.' - Fatea Magazine
'The refined, personal nature of Mulcahy's songs have earned her a growing fanbase.' - Hot Press Magazine
Unnecessary Angels - A necessary song about domestic violence,' - Tony Clayton Lea
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