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Cleaned
03:17
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A satellite spinning in salt spray and sand
Burying the hatchet and hiding your hands
In the dancing detritus you argue with ghosts
And phone-film a coffee cup float down the coast
Never forlorn, you’re holding your own
Wash your face in the tide and thumb a lift home
And it’s cleaned by the ocean
Cleaned by the ocean
It’s cleaned by the ocean sometimes
A collection of notebooks you’ve been stealing for years
A thieving of language sketched out on the pier
In buried handwriting, illegible print
You ran into the library, threw up down the sink
And I didn’t think to ask you, it didn’t seem right
Rolled up in linen, thrown over the side
And it’s cleaned by the ocean
Cleaned by the ocean
It’s cleaned by the ocean in time
In 2007, running into the waves
We were freezing our balls off and singing in caves
Your father had died and work was a joke
So we ran to the coast before something else broke
Fuck ‘em all, Donnie, they don’t know you that way
Wash your face in the tide, fall asleep in the bay.
And it’s cleaned by the ocean
Cleaned by the ocean
It’ll be cleaned by the ocean someday
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Slept through the funeral
But didn’t I try to go?
Didn’t I fly around you, darlin’
Like a feather on the road?
Couldn’t bear the cord
Couldn’t brave the snow
Couldn’t show my face again
Anywhere we used to go
It’s a damn good lie
That I tried to tell
Didn’t I come around that evening
Just to hold and wish you well?
So pull the thread from the line
While I try to sew
Didn’t I stick around you, darlin’
Like a needle in your clothes?
Oh, the ceiling might be falling down
And November winds are cold
It’s a blue light, that’s filling up our days and nights
With a fear of getting old
There’s cracks and holes
The hail’s coming through
I was hardly there
And you I hardly knew
I heard you moved to Kerry
Where you raised our son
I heard he’d broken his ring finger
When he tried to hit someone
You were marching on
While I was running slow
Didn’t I fly around you, darlin’
Like a feather on the road
Oh, the ceiling might be falling down
And November winds are cold
It’s a blue light, that’s filling up our days and nights
With a fear of getting old
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3. |
Ninewells
03:40
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My sanity was melting
On the pavement in the rain
I was breathing swimming faders
As the ventilator strained
I focus on our footsteps
As I slowly decompress
The pine above was freezing
Broke your glasses, tore your dress
Beautiful ephemera
Just do what you do
I’ll start learning how to meliorate
And mend your clothes for you
Thoughts about the future
Are getting hard to trust
Could have stayed forever
But it would never be enough
The herring gulls were blamed for
The falling of the bridge
Raise the level of keys
Bolt the ladder to the ridge
A broken wing, a fall to earth
To land amongst the trees
Frame your qualifying letter
Where you check the ivory
A vision of the future
Then the cage door slammed shut
Could have stayed forever
But it would never be enough
———
Came along from nothing
He was here and he was loved
Could have stayed forever
But it would never be enough
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Seán R. McLaughlin & The Wind-Up Crows Scotland, UK
Ninewells out now!
“…a tremendous rootsy collision of Americana and folk influences that bodes
incredibly well for their forthcoming album.” - FOLK RADIO UK
Praise for The Crows & Seán R McLaughlin's writing:
“...emotional and songwriting maturity”
-THE NATIONAL
“...phenomenal energy and great songwriting.”
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