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The Only Thing I Fear
03:30
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Oh, when I was younger,
And my parents were out working,
Hear voices in the attic,
Faces in the TV static
Tigers in the garden
Ghosts under the stairs and
Under my bed,
Behind the curtain,
Always feel a presence lurking
Now that I am older,
The only thing I fear is myself.
Yeah, the voices in the attic were mine.
Well, I don't know what I did last night,
I don't know what I said,
To make you run a mile from me,
There's thunder in my head.
Oh, when the day is dying,
I take my potion,
and float above that endless ocean.
But careful friend, this useful tonic,
will boil the blood inside your stomach.
And the only thing I fear is myself,
Yeah, the voices in the attic were mine,
Yeah, the only thing I fear is myself.
Well, I just can't find,
Peace in my soul,
No, I just can't find it.
Well, this persistent illusion,
That everything is moving,
Forward as the weather vane,
It spins, spins, spins.
And the only thing I fear is myself,
Yeah, the voices in the attic were mine,
Yeah, the only thing I fear is myself.
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3. |
Never Was, Never Were
04:43
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Holy lights of the high rise
The city groans with each new life
Angels in the carpark
Buried under the tarmac
Centre stage, no I prefer to be
Behind the curtain
A blade of light flirting
With the dust of the damned
And I pray for the dark to linger
I never was one for it
I'd dress for dead and play pretend
I never was, never was,
Like I never was
Our ancestors are ringing
A cold call from the beginning
To bring another into this
What the hell were you thinking?
But maybe one day,
They will also hide
From the light of the lord
In the dust of the damned
And I pray for the dark to linger
I never was one for it
I'd dress for dead and play pretend
we never were, never were
Like we never were
Where our dead pets our sleeping
And the ghosts of wood lice are creeping
Where no wind blows, no river flows
No chemicals interact,
Will something of you find me there?
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4. |
Whiskey Whiskey (Demo)
03:14
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Whiskey, whiskey,
No ice in my whiskey, please.
The plane lurches,
My stomach flips and I,
Look to the cabin crew for,
Signs of concern.
But they don't give much away.
I am an Ulster man,
A goddamn liberal.
A man of reason,
Oh, the little things we tell ourselves,
To give us back a,
Bit of meaning.
I mean God's been dead for a while.
So if there's nowhere for our,
Souls to go then,
I don't want to be so sober, so.
Whiskey, whiskey,
No ice in my whiskey, please.
Wouldn't take a genius to,
Work it out.
I've had my fair share of,
Conversations with,
Twisted metal and,
Broken glass,
Well if lightings gonna strike me twice,
This time I'm gonna do it right.
Whiskey, whiskey,
No ice in my whiskey, please.
Whiskey, whiskey,
No ice in my whiskey please,
I ain't gonna die sober.
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Driving alone in the city at night
I thought I saw you
Caught in the high branches
Of a beech tree bowling in the bluster
Above the big houses of
Solicitors
Built at the end of the twentieth century
Computers were big, everybody was wealthy
Then the horror of it all flew into my vision
Like an owl for it's dinner with lethal precision
And into the dark, you rode on the wind
Shaking your head, as if to rescind
Some crucial law of quantum mechanics
One cannot be here, whilst over there
So you must remain, my kind brother
Yes you must remain, my sweet brother
Until eventually all of our buried skeletons
Are gently uncovered by smiling Americans
And all is explained,
How we came to such unfortunate endings
By the cracks on our skulls
And the dull arrows in our graves
A hedge around us
Smoke rising from the edge of the pitch flood
I'm not upright in light of it all
And flashing blue, the ambulance grew
For an old local man, my old man knew
He was found in the morning, under the white land
A half-pint of Guinness frozen to his hand
Naked and soulless
Half-naked and soulless
Oh Dear
But you must remain,
you must remain
you must remain
you must remain
you must remain
Yes you must remain
My kind brother
My sweet brother
A little while longer than I
My kind brother
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6. |
Nothing For Ye (Demo)
03:40
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I have nothing for ye
Today my love
My wallet is empty I spent the whole lot
On taxis and cigarettes
And drinks at the bar
Now I have nothing for ye today my love
I have nothing for ye
Today my pet
No eggs for your breakfast, nor bread for to set
You up for the long day ahead
No, I have nothing for ye, today my pet
No, I have nothing for ye, today my pet
I have nothing for ye
Today my dear, no oil in the tank
The water I fear will be as cold as the rain
That falls in December
No, I have nothing for ye today my dear
Well, I have nothing for ye
My sweet darling
If I had enough money, I'd buy you a ring
For I'm worried someday, you'll run off
With a doctor
Cause I had nothing for ye, my sweet darling
Yes, I had nothing for ye, my sweet darling
My mother before she died, told me, son
If you must be a singer, well you ought to run
Down to the dole office, and sign on today
For that's where you'll be, collecting your pay
Yes, that's where you'll be, collecting your pay
No I have nothing for ye
Today my love
My wallet is empty I spent the whole lot
On taxis and cigarettes
And drinks at the bar
Now I have nothing for ye today my love
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7. |
Don't Come Again
02:23
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Well the first place that I met my love, it was at a ball
I looked at her
I stared at her
Far above them all
But aye she look'ed on me with scorn and distane
And the bonnie wee lassie's answer was to
Don't Come Again
Was to Don't Come Again
And the bonnie wee lassie's answer was to
Don't Come Again
Well the next place that I met my love, it was at a wake
I looked at her
I started at her
I thought me heart would break
But aye she look'ed on me with scorn and distane
And the bonnie wee lassie's answer was to
Don't Come Again
Was to Don't Come Again
And the bonnie wee lassie's answer was to
Don't Come Again
it being six months after,
Little or above,
When Cupid shot his arrow and wounded my true love
He wounded here severely for to cause her to complain
And she wrote to me a letter saying
Ya might come again
Saying Ya might come again
And she wrote to me a letter saying
Ya might come again
Well I wrote back her an answer
For to let her know
While life was in me body
T'was there I would nae go
While life was in me body,
And while it does remain
I would aye mind the girl who said
Don't Come Again
she said
Don't Come Again
Yes, I'd aye mind the girl who said
Don't Come Again
So come all ye pretty fair maids,
A warning take by me
Never slight a young man, wherever you may be
For if you do, you're sure to rue
And cause him to complain
And you'll aye rue the day you said
Don't Come Again
You said
Don't Come Again
Yes, you'll aye rue the day you said
Don't Come Again
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8. |
Higher Places
04:08
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Where the birds are piping
Without limitation
And incomparable stripe coloured bees
Pass over me
Black, black, blacker air
De Shelby dares accumulate
At the breaking of the dawn
White, white, whiter than the tooth of man
A shard of delph or eggs under a crow
What if it's all gone the other way
And Hell is above us, heaven forbid
How will we ever know
Where the bicycle ends
And the body begins?
I feel my spokes itching.
Still, still, stiller than John Callahan
His expertise, the police at least maintain
They ride, ride, ride a three speed when
I close my heavy eyes, after a dose of day.
What if it's all gone the other way
And Hell is above us, heaven forbid
How will we ever know
Where the bicycle ends
And the body begins?
I feel my spokes itching
And my pedals are aching
Think my brakes need replacing
And my tyres are tired.
Where the birds are piping
Without limitation
And the days are as long
And the nights are as strange
As anything found on O'Nolan's page
So where do we go?
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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.
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