"Crown Time"
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Aflame
There comes a push and out we are
We're moving tough towards the car
We're fleshing out and saying words
I bet no-one has ever heard
Become my home take an amount
Hold on to all of me that you can
I know this week we've only met
But hear me out let's not forget
That we're a flame
And I will learn your name
Won't be in choir and sing
I'm burning and it's breezy
Be my only reason to be a flame
It's early day a different week
To say good morning and then to say
An unpublished page of noble words
I figured you might like my verse
A picking game let's choose a road
Let's go car driving with little load
Let's telephone another time
I feel a thirst I'm glad resigned
To be a flame
And I will learn your name
Truth And Timing
Dressed up for show and swoon
And mindful of the broken moon
I always took the evening seriously
I held a woman's hand and let it to the sound of leaving trains
The strangeness grew inside us both,
She sang a woman's note
A fifth of everything I earned went
towards the night
Another fifth to make it right
A blackened paste of black and white
On old main street I love the attitude and patience of the dark
When I met you my patience grew
It's truth and timing when we watch
each other smile
And now we've come from lonely times
This heaviness of truth I know it
from before
And now it seems a good deal more
It seems we're parallel to shore
It's truth and timing in the shops and on the street
It's truth whenever we take walks to talk and greet
I travel carefully with rolling cases packed up full of shirts
That make you roll your eyes and understand why
Cold days pass and good days measure up with winds as fresh and dry as
my love courageous sighs
It's truth and timing when we watch
each other smile
And now we've come from lonely times
We're breaking ____ ________ painful lies
]
Take Care
One day on the street we saw a car go
by
It drove like ____ _____, and reflected the sky
We were talking about how days had past
When we didn't care for ourselves
You had a burn and I had a scratch
We stood in fear of another crash
Now we're the only birds who can sing this note now
We're become alone
The business of tears, the feel of
the years
The tumble of happy shapes into dark
That night in the park, ____ ____ ____
There was nothing to hold up our spent hearts
Now ____ by the time I look up and down
Something to shape myself around
We had a house, we kept it together
We dropped the keys when we felt the earth move
Bring nothing to the table,
And rest your arms up here, it's quiet time
Take care of where you're looking
Don't let your strangers eyes cross the line
The loneliness that is last bus
missed
The window won't close, it's not the best
The fresh black rain leaks in
It's Galway Bay FM, it's five to ten
I won't be back this way again
Until the sunlight's on the bends
And you've been gone a while
I'll be here for the broad black sky
Bring nothing to the table,
And rest your arms up here, it's quiet time
Take care of where you're looking
Don't let your strangers eyes cross the line
An old road back of town somewhere
I used to lessons there
And I felt your sweet ice stare
I told you I'd living quietly
Well there's talk tonight of showers and hens
Garda raids and kissing by the gaol
I'll talk to you a little more
And I'll think of you as nothing more
Bring nothing to the table,
And rest your arms up here, it's quiet time
Take care of where you're looking
Don't let your strangers eyes cross the line
And rest your arms up here, it's quiet time
Don't let your strangers eyes cross the line
Imaginary Wedding
A carvery lunch in Killarney
The crowd see's the character in me
Was worn out the touch from his hand some
Who's blown the old bulb in the cold fog
Of eight in the morning caressing
Of ever to love your undressing
A feeling desire like warm tea
My pouch bags filled over with salt from the sea
And I love to be sitting and drinking by you
With lunch in Killarney and nothing to do
But pander and posture to make you to see
That you've worn the worries from my hands lately
On a day that's no more imaginary than mine
Copper heart is a dark redwood tree...
The letter I sent you in May
A thought at the start of the day
The hard creaking back of the road
Bent over and bearing its load
It's bent badly from here to skies black
Though less on the way coming back
Two people holding two bottles
Our loved ones see us as two models
A model of truth and of travel
A rope not about to unravel
On a day that's no more imaginary than mine
Copper heart is a dark redwood tree...
On a day that's no more imaginary than mine
Copper heart is a dark redwood tree...
And you and I sleeping, you send back
the cold
To the scullery, to the back room
And come back to hold me
I've set up the chairs in the room for as if
An audience was sat there, their thoughts all adrift
And our flagship wedding as though it were that
A wedding we made in an old lonesome flat
There's clothes on the ceiling, my arms gesture to them
Did you see their half fancy gave way to abandon
To this great safe haven there's no fear of leaving
Outside the mass waving, look how we're behaving
As they catch the morning road
To take them back from our island of romantic note
On a day that's no more imaginary than mine
Copper heart is a dark redwood tree...
On a day that's no more imaginary than mine
Copper heart is a dark redwood tree......
Rain Hits Hard
[Lyrics]
Your Only Love
[Lyrics]
Smash And Grab
Now I leap side-legged onto glory
crowned streets,
Caught lost deep in coming from a city to a town,
Caught between the drive and settling down.....
I passed a room that once I was in
love with,
I cradled my belongings to my chest,
They're made up of journals without binding,
Pencils without lead, tears without a sound without lament....
I slipped from the street onto the
road,
The road became a building and in truth,
Life becomes a smash and grab of youth.....
I Look Like Nothing
Make sense for it now to be the
summer
Lyrics]
Bring Friend Home
[Lyrics]
The People Who Know
[Lyrics]
(The) Weight
[
Sometimes you have to fight
against...
Sometimes your arms are like a weight
around my neck
The winter
For people in their houses
Reminding me of when I was a child
Sometimes you have to fight against the passing of the years
]
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