"Let It Ring"
All songs copyright control. Martin Finke (p)+(c) 1993-2003.
How late it's grown
Nights at the restaurant
Sometimes with others
I drink some and I sing some
Well it's nothing substantial
Cajoling we whisper, sometimes quite loudly
How late it's grown
And what's left after the evening
Is a friendship and a donor of hope
As cajoling we cry, often quite happily
How late it's grown
It's grown so late
The stars are awake
A New Heart Open You coached my body
You trained my body well
You came to see me
You came to see my house
The wind on Achill
The wind on ancient Achill
Played a part
Must have played a part
A new heart open
A country song chord's hoping
A laughing backboard
A happy shaking backboard
You know that I
You know that I can feel
Feel all your interest
Feel your regard for me
And when we party
Out on the balcony
You know I need you
I'm always close to you
Don't stop the car
Don't turn the engine off
Don't pause the ride
Until I've been the one
This loving thing we've got
Your arms are like a raincoat
This lovely day I spend with you
We're reading from the same page
Bargain Song Bring it on
You know the evening is a market
Where you and I can swap ourselves
My body talks to yours and we agree
That later on tonight you'll waive the fee
More and more the climate gets to like us
And more and more we're clearing out our space
Mark it with a pencil, fill it out with amnesty
Everything I've done is actual and real
Break apart the future, I'm a worker
This design was asking to be made
From paper, electronics and a home
The time we came together for a talk
Troubleshooting passages from our old constitution
Figured out a new one, wound it up
Now look at all the money coming in
Look at you in evening dress all pretty
Won't you take some credit for your beauty
Won't it be a while till we're older
Won't it take a day or two for us to understand the thing that we just felt
Won't it take a day or two for us to understand the thing we did
Won't it take a day or two to figure out our love
Jetplane (official) My landlady is the sea
She keeps me and rolls me to where there is joy
Unfairly we offer our hearts to her
She'll keep them
And chuck them and high huck them
Good luck to them
My girl is a jetplane at night
A hot concentration of fast moving light
I think that when I hold her in evening time
Perhaps that her love demands more time
That perhaps for her love I should count to three hundred
And cast off my own needs till that time
Perhaps in her eyes there is happiness
Perhaps in her heart is a restful content
Perhaps in her family there was a great lawfulness
A healthy old record of love not duress
But I have not paid her in kind
A keepsake here and one there
For my sake more than for hers
Saint Bed One motion of your body makes you sit up and surprise me
I want you to rest so you can work
Not to be a tired girl
A girl who always feels like sleeping
Your head is full of worries
That you can't show me things you'd like to show me
My heart is upset that yours won't open up for lack of sleep
And your work goes undone from day to day
We could both succeed if we were rested
I think that we'll succeed though we're not rested
Rowboat You were faced with a flight to the industry
Fire and smoke in your home
Your family was there to build bridges
And a lover in sight
A love to get by on
I'm walking alone to the lonely printhouse
It's distant from my house
And it's distant from your house
Thinking of you on a late shift
Praying and eating before morning
And I love all the paper we print on
I take it right down to the brewery
Where springtime and music time are brewing
And he reads it aloud with a brewer's affect
And a lover in sight
A love to get by on
The power lines hum and they hum
Bar room is red and the lights fade down
A blessing of beer and of boot trails
Impossible hope by the bedside
And why am I speaking of this
The good boy drunk drowning in happiness
There's an offside of fortune within me
Passion where passion can be
Like a passion for food or for hockey
And a lover in sight
A love to get by on
My heart dressed in sawdust
A farmhand's desire
A rowboat undefeated by swells
It's a rowboat we've captained so well
Give Me Writer's Block I wound up clearing the table
For some pages and a can
In the pale last light
I found a dried out pen
That twisted in my hand
And my eyes in shreds across my cheeks
So try out this careful line
Watch it trail across the page like dirt
The world turned weak
When your love sounded new and truthful
Your promises for instance
There were none so they were kept
And try out this ancient page for consistency
The script is tight and the twists always work
Until you come to the part about learning
Weather Should you pass this way again
Bent in the wind against the sea
Carry out the last remaining tasks
I can see the building
You are the surveyor
I'm meant to be the owner
The building is a white one
And hope is in our hearts
You're reminded of my love
If weather makes you that way
Then weather'll bring you homeways
If tourists make you that way
Then family'll bring you homeways
If darkness makes you that way
The morning light is on the way
If water makes you turn away
The rock will turn you gladways
If waiting makes you that way
Then let's go onto the new way
If sleeping makes you that way
Then come and wake to this day
If weather makes you that way
Then the weather'll bring you homeways
Raincloud The precious invention of time
Is close as a raincloud
The face of laughter
The movement of the people
From the pub to the disco
Our car was made of rusty metal
And all your words were truthful
Ten minutes at home
And the slowest of us was then left
To pull shut the door on the warmth of the house
And then that old best pursuit
Was to brotherly woo each other to town
And then sit in the stew
And I dreamed that we were at the crossroads
In Letterfrack
And I can't get desire out of my mind
So pleased you knew what I needed
That I couldn't get desire out of my mind
I saddled my horse at the bar
No description so rich as could go half that far
And the burn in my eyes
As we left for the war
A black photograph in the darkness
A candle that no one could see
An ounce of your body on my turning hand
Turning like wood in the lathe
Like clay on the wheel
Cutting straight shaves, wasting nothing, so certain
An old photograph, an old painting
Of a hooker or maybe a dancer
Of Irish or Turkish descent
Over the bank in the half-lit half-forest
Only car light to guide me to marriage
Only car light to guide me past Cleggan
And to my home
And I can't get desire out of my mind
So pleased you knew what I wanted
That I wouldn't let desire out of my mind
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