1. |
Woven
03:14
|
|||
Woven
Through your head
Like black thread
Tangling up
Everything you think
I wanna snip it
Roll it in a ball
For a
Kitten to play with
Stretched out on the floor
And the days are
Long but the nights are longer
I'm sorry if I could
Kronos
I would eat you up
You'd live inside me
Keep you warm
Safe
Like a baby
Never born
Never dies
Like a baby
Never born
That never dies
In the Ards like
Boulders you cant shift
Piling up above you
'Til the light is gone
The seasons
Creep along so slowly
Like an elephant lonely
Lumbering along
I wanna pull you out
Of this well
So damn dark and deep
And wrap you
In a tinfoil sheet
With a coffee and paper
Calm to warm your heavy bones as they cave in
Saying I won't play
I'm coming home today
Tell them I'm okay
I'm coming home today
|
||||
2. |
||||
I saw a man jump off the Clifton Street Bridge
On to the Westlink
Harder than a cliff edge
Oh man, Oh man
The way he fell
Like a sack of spuds
A ringing bell
Down a stone well
Oh man, Oh man
The way he fell
Like a sack of spuds
A ringing bell
Down a stone well
This river of concrete cut the
City in two
So you never knew me and
I never knew you
But I can't imagine why
Anyone would do that
Tell me brother why
Why'd you do that
No I can't imagine why
Anyone would do that
Tell me brother why
Where were you going
Somewhere warmer
Kinder
Softer on the soul
Like the Mothers hand
The honeycomb
Skies of Pissarro
Later afternoon in the Meadow
1887
Well they assured us all once
It could
Only get better
But I'm not sure now
Not so sure
But I'll you pal he said
If you'd care to listen
As he stood up and climbed into the
back of my Nissan
And we reversed down the Motorway
Got off at the Falls
Drove up Black Mountain
As he told me it all
He said I've been feeling
Low Low Low
For a
Long time now
I owe owe owe
Money to the wrong people
My life's just something that's been
Happening to me
Used to play for Cliftonville
'Til I
Wrecked my knee
Started working for my uncle
Started hanging 'round the bars
You know I really thought
That I'd
Be somewhere else by now
Somewhere warmer
Kinder
Softer on the soul
Like the Mothers hand
The honeycomb
Skies of Pissarro
Later afternoon in the Meadow
1887
Well they assured us all once
that it could
Only get better
Get warmer
Kinder
Softer on the soul
Like the Mothers hand
The honeycomb
Skies of Pissarro
Later afternoon in the Meadow
1887
Well they assured us
I was sure
that it could
Only get better
|
||||
3. |
Louis Mercier
03:57
|
|||
Love letters smeared
Burgundy read
words
Suddenly end
One lunged on the other
Never did notice
The wine on the floor
Wine on the floor
Little Louis
Four years old
Saw a monster in his home
Late at night
Through the keyhole
Lamplight soft and yellow
Lace garter
Crumpled sheets
Heard breathing underneath and
Something slouching high above
Now twenty years older
As broad as a boulder
With the world on his shoulders
Louis Mercier
Louis Mercier
Our young legionnaire
With the wind in his hair
And the tricolour flying'
From Saigon to the Ivory Coast
Above our heads
The Holy Ghost
Floating along
And cheered us on
As we marched for gold and Babylon
Rubber, diamonds
Tea and Tin
The stage was set
The lights were dimmed
With every crusade
We were but certain
Loaded our guns behind
The curtain
Where the noblest plans are often thwarted
And the melody of fates, contorted
From the deepest part
Of the Human heart
The greed of man
Will often start
Iron, coal
Steel and cotton
Would take your only son
Begotten
Damp and warm
The ages rot
And the teacher happily
Forgot
They Forgot
They Forgot
|
||||
4. |
Rough Edges
03:54
|
|||
Well I'm sorry
That today
All I
could see
Was the worst in you
And the worst in me
When the rough edges
That
Yesterday made
Scratch and tear
Like sandpaper
Against my skin
'Til I am
Red raw
And old tiny scars
And fresh bruises
Burst open
And bleed like
Shark bites
And bullet wounds
I'm lying awake
Staring at the back of your head
Wondering how it's all gonna end
Well I need you to know
I can only love you
For as long as I do
And I'm
Sorry if that ain't
Good enough
For you
But I
I can only love you
For as long as I do
And I'm
Sorry if that ain't
Good enough
For you
But I
I can only love you
(And old tiny scars)
For as long as I do
And I'm
(And fresh bruises)
Sorry if that ain't
(And old tiny scars)
Good enough
(And fresh bruises)
For you
But I
|
||||
5. |
Where White Lilies Bloom
04:18
|
Joshua Burnside Belfast, UK
Joshua Burnside was born in Northern Ireland, where he draws inspiration from the beauty, the ugliness and the rich musical and literary heritage of an often tormented corner of the world.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Joshua Burnside, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp