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I Saw the Night
03:54
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I saw the night, I saw it right
Under the soil
Darker than oil
I saw the night, I saw it right
under our car
in the morning time
I saw the night, I saw it right
In the tv light
In the tv light
I heard the night, I heard its drone
With words like drums
that shake our bones
You shall not take this land from me
For who am I, but where I am
And who I am, with therein
I'll be the night, I'll be the night
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2. |
Under the Concrete
03:25
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Nothing is bolder than the jump
From the window sill
Into the depths of hell
Into the clutches of The Devil himself
But never mind, that talk is a little premature
I have many sins worse to commit first
Under the dead weight
Of all that grey
Concrete creeping
Covering all of the children
All of the flowers
Never ceasing
To be all I am
All that I am
All I am
All that I am
And now from a higher spot
There is certainly a great danger
That maybe my soul would float up into the sky
Where all of the people
Dancing and clapping
Would greet me with such warmth
Stealing glances
At our old teachers
Wondering if they remember
Who we are
Who we are
All that we are
Under the blue sky
Under the aeroplanes
All of the people
Under the concrete
And all of the plastic
All of the traffic
Filling up our throats
Everything's keeping
Nothing is breathing
Under the harsh light
Under the blue sky
Suddenly my
Eyes were stinging
For all the people
Under the concrete
Never ceasing to be all I am
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3. |
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I was a liar
when I said
I am not afraid
I am
Born in the blood, born in the blood
Every brick and tile
Every inch of land and sky
Now to the almighty bank
Bow I
Born in the blood, born in the blood
Born in the blood, born in the blood
Every dream I held aloft
And every thought I thought
Was mine
Is bought and sold and sold again
Back to me
Born in the blood, born in the blood
Born in the blood, born in the blood
Every quieter voice
Is lost under
The white noise
They're old enough to hold a gun
The ones who don't remember
We were born in the blood
Born in the blood, born in the blood
Born in the blood, born in the blood
Born in the blood, born in the blood
To the slow dance of
A heavy tide we must abide
Towards the limestone towards the lime
To the slow dance of
A heavy tide we must abide
Towards the limestone towards the lime
Into the teeth of time
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4. |
Whiskey Whiskey
02:51
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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. |
Noa Mercier
04:55
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Noa, Noa, Noa Mercier,
You are, you are, the blood that flows through me
Flowing, flowing, flowing down the blue Danube
Noa, Noa, through the heart of an empire
Noa, Noa, sugar, tobacco
Under under, cinnamon, apples
Glowing glowing, cast monsters on the mezzanine
Noa Noa, why were you so kind to me?
Noa Noa, don't let them have my bones
Poor Mr Charles
Poor mister Charlie Byrnes
Oh, how I long, oh how I long to see,
the Killowen evergreens
Noa Noa, Noa Mercier,
I never thought I could feel taller
Taller, taller, taller than the mighty spruce
Noa, Noa, or firs of Kalkalpen
Noa Noa, when you fell from the podium
into flaming petroleum
you said you saw, me swimming in a black ocean
Noa, Noa, what did you mean?
Noa Noa, I am afraid to die
Was never one, was never one for heights
Until you lay, until you lay beside me
So won't you hold, so won't you hold me again Noa?
Noa, Noa, Noa Mercier I love you
Noa Noa, I am afraid to die
Was never one, was never one for heights
So won't you hold, so won't you hold me again Noa?
Noa Noa, oh I long to see
the Killowen evergreens
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7. |
Will You Go or Must I
03:10
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I treaded lightly
through the park
It was as grey
As the newly dead
For the ash and the dust
Had combined and was lyin' from
The suburbs to the sticks
Never met a soul to bring
A little swing to the rhythm
Of a day so long and still
I'm afraid I never will
Hold a conversation, without water or window
I awoke from the dream
A hundred years it might have been
Oh the clouds were gathering
With clothes on the line
Never mind as the breeze
Blew a poster down the street
Oh the bold typeface read:
'Will you go or must I?'
And in Vienna
An artist throws
His speckled arms into
The air
And Mr. Freud, reveals the void
In our hearts where we thought
We knew the light from the dark
But there's only sex and murder
In the back of our skulls
Still that firebird sings
Cuts us open with its wings
Oh the glory when the lightning brings
The horses down the mountain
Where the ancient people dwell
There's no water in the well
Oh the notes that swell and spin
They won't fill empty bellies
Still we march in line together
For the progress of your betters
Oh you better eat your bread, my friend
The multitude is staring
London, Paris, Rome, Berlin
We will fight and we will win
Hold me darling I'm ashamed
So will you go or must I?
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8. |
War on Everything
03:39
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She said I feel lonely when I'm with you
Lonely when I'm with you
Because when you're with me
You're not with me
You're with everybody else
Killed a million things tonight
Flat to the mat in the dusty light
Just to have you to myself again
I would've waged a war on everything
Do you remember when we first met
It was like something from a film
You were passed out on the balcony
Undisturbed by the cacophony
Of Paris in the morning
Into the mystic
Blaring out
Of a party long abandoned
Save for a few
True never enders
And we were off to the cold coast
Where old ghosts are often heard the most
She said you think you're smarter
Than you are
I said I'd trade it all
To know you more
Then at the margin of the ocean
Waves crashing in the dark
Screaming mister tambourine man
I loved what I knew of you then
You loved what you knew of me then
Become a stranger,
To myself,
To myself
She said I feel lonely when I'm with you
Lonely when I'm with anyone
Like those old ghosts
You sing about
Well that's how I feel now
Like a vampires reflection
In a mirror far away, if you could only see me again
Only see me new again
Yes I'd wage a war on everything
Yes I'd wage a war on everything
On everything
On everything
On everything
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9. |
Napoleans Nose
01:39
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Through the skiff
I can see
napoleons nose
And the yellow giants
The high-rises
With their flags all flapping
And a big white house
sitting quiet and empty
The fear of the other
Still more than a-plenty
The embers of hate are blown
Against gently
In the hearth of the Lord in the morning
Through the skiff
I can see
The radio towers
On top of Black Mountain
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10. |
Nothing for Ye
04:39
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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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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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