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After Vementry
06:10
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Sister, I love the green
And the garbage in your veins
And after Vementry
We’ll see Sidney Street again
Sister, I love the steam
Off the ground on which you lay
And after Vementry
We’ll let Leipzig fade away
Where did you go while our old friends grew up
And got tired of sitting around
Chasing that voice from one country to the next
Carrying his darkness around
Sister, I love the sheen
And the hardness in your name
And after Vementry
We’ll rebuild this house of blame
Sister, I love the green
And the ground on which you stand
And after Vementry
I swear I’ll be a different man
So I’ll stay here until you can’t take me
And I’ll love for as long as I may
And I’ll dream of that cliff at the edge of the grass
Where the gannets drop into the bay
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2. |
King Neutral's Dream
06:14
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I imagined some of this might work for us
In a different country under different laws
And in the evening when they came for us
There would be nothing left between these walls
Long long
Long long
Long long
Restlessness
Long long
Long long
Long long hope
I am overworked and overwhelmed
By the blankets rising up to meet me
And I dream of a gallow in every square
For every pig I’ve let mistreat me
I dream of their babies lying quiet in cold beds
And one day I’ll wake up to fight the hand that beats me
Long long
Long long
Long long
Emptiness
Long long
Long long
Long soft rope
I had hoped the streets would turn a softer black
Our placid dreams would keep us simple
We’d build a happy home between the cracks
And watch our country disassemble
Long long
Long long
Long long
Restlessness
Long long
Long long
Long long hope
You look so tired, now
You’re drifting so far away
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3. |
After the Brush Fire
02:09
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4. |
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Oh I am come to the low Countrie,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Without a penny in my purse,
To buy a meal to me.
It was not so in the Highland hills,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
No woman in the whole world
So happy was as me.
For then I had a score o'kye,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Feeding on yon hill sae high,
And giving milk to me.
One time I had a hundred sheep
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Skipping o’er yon narrow creek
And growing wool for me.
Oh I am come to the low Countrie,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
No woman in the whole world wide,
So wretched now as me.
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5. |
We Could Live Here
04:28
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We could live here
We could make this dead place home
And scrape off the paint chips
The dull refrigerator drone
We could live here
In one good year
We could make these wastelands grow
Return our investment
Pay off all delinquent loans
We could live here
And when the first wave finds you
Be humble and be brave
And be grateful for the times we had
Between the green fields and the grave
When we lived here
Between the sand and the stars
Between the cockle and the wave
Between the burnt-out cars
And every Summer falling
All through my room
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6. |
Resurrection Bell
04:11
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Boughs bend
seabirds call
dry leaves shake like dancers
Ask not why they fall
You would not like the answer
I will leap
And I will crawl
Among the unarmed chancers
I will not ask you
For whom those bells toll
They toll because they can, sir
Nothing in this world will keep you satisfied for long
Nothing in this world is truly stable
But hidden in the wailing there are voices raised in song
As long as they are able
They found you there
Brittle and bored
But glad to be remembered
Between the stone walls of your fort
Among the fading embers
A line of beads to mark the place your shoulders used to be
A hip that never fully did recover
The world could never hold you but left your children free
To wander through the clover
The world could never hold you in the same skin very long
Every home you built was soon ploughed under
But hidden in the rubble is the echo of a song
And dreams of easy wonders
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7. |
To Make You Stay
04:50
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When your brain pours from your mouth
Like sea foam
When the birds you knew have all flown south
To their winter home
When your teeth are just enamel shells in the grou-ou-ound
In the garden, laid under a tree
Always calling, always out of reach
But near to me
From the sulphur in the snow
Melting in my palm
To the seeds that start to grow
When the earth gets warm
From this grey apartment block
To the moon above
Runs the river of my thoughts
To the sea, the sea of love
I have dreamt of a mountain of snow
That would cover the wide open road
Cuz I have no idea where to go
And no plans to fuck up
When your hands are dried up husks
And your fingernails
Lie like shards of wet, swollen plywood
In a bed of snails
And the rainstorms open up
And the sky laughs long and loud
At the bones that start to show
And at the screams of the gathering crowd
I have dreamt of a mountain of snow
That would cover the wide open road
Cuz I have no idea where to go
And no plans to fuck up
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8. |
I Am Long Pig
05:14
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Steam comes off the graves tonight
Every wound feels bright and clean
Every long departed uncle
Every unremembered seed
Is crowding up towards the light
Strain their backs against the green
Hiding in explosive air
Reaching out from fevered dreams
Despite the warning screams of the seagulls
The laboured howling of the train
Nothing in the shadows but the shadows
Nothing in the sky behind the rain
I am long pig, this I know
Stretched out in the firepit, glowing
Rub me down with oil and thyme
Let me rest in what’s not mine
And I’ve become a hostile witness
To this vast and generous wave of death
A murmur of forgotten rivers
Trace the corners of my bed
I am long pig, this I know
Stretched out in the firepit, gleaming
Dripping into the fire below
Turning on the spit a-dreaming
Unknowable, untouchable
Happy to go down like this
Happy to just be a poison
In the belly of my faceless enemy
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In my dream, the cop screamed “don't look", but I couldn't board the train without seeing the legless woman and the terrified helpers crowding around her.
I stepped out of the shower and collapsed on the floor
Heart pounding, head spinning, not even almost ready to die
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10. |
Before the Smoke Clears
03:55
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11. |
Between the Calm Remains
07:56
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When the beast broke loose, and trashed our front yard
We found the links torn from his chain
We heard him rattling in the rafters of the old house
Heard him whining through the drain
Well, I am here
And I am fine
Although I know you think I worry all the time
But I recall the staggered line
Of the rains that swept the fields in ‘99
Cleaning up the old place for the last time
I swear I can feel the ground beneath me change
And somewhere in these rooms we’ve struggled through
There’s still a way out towards the open range
Well I need joy
And I need wine
I need my friends around to keep my thoughts in line
But I recall the taste of brine
From the waves that cracked the pier in ‘99
Halfway in and out of memory
I start to slip back into myself
I start to look for signs to remind me of what we used to have here
In the scuff-marked floors and on the empty bookshelves
Well I am yours
And I am mine
And I don’t know how to be one person at a time
But I recall the single mind
Of the storm that broke the trees in ‘99
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