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Late Afternoon in the Meadow (1887)

by Joshua Burnside

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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
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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
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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
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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
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released November 18, 2022

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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.

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