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Mark I've been listening to your record and thinking about Berlin
and our two throats, calling out, singing
that song we swore we would father but, just never took the chance
maybe spring time, I will visit, and talk of our romance
with the truth you have accepted, but I cannot get down
what will be sang to my cherished when I'm put in the ground?
Train Under Water? Cayote Song? Ship In A Bottle? Light Pollution?
Mark I've been listening to your record and thinking about dying
When you're here lets put a day aside and do some writing
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He walked past the old churches for sale on the ormeau road
and watched them as they stood so still in their garden overgrown
and he had a look out back and found another just like him
searching for a difference in a place he'd already been
eyes were sunsets red and blue, pastel, polished old cars
skin was pale but lips were a luscious scarlet, fresh cut scars
and they moved into the cellar joined by their hands then at their teeth,
covering your eyes is sometimes the only way to see
the town they searched and searched but never came across the pair
I heard them say they did but i dont really think they cared.
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Lake Irene
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Charlie & Deirdre
07:49
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If I open my window, the city it leaks in
and i taste the life of my father so young
now getting older theres a weight upon his shoulders
he's thinking like i thought when i was twenty one
theres been talk of flying off and ill miss him if he gets the job
but i cannot be so selfish to deny him the right
to wake up where he wants to on an Alicante avenue
to feel so content and to live in delight
to live in delight
now it is autumn and I'm David Sedaris
and darling you are the skin that i so long to touch
the taxidermist knew it and i couldnt refuse it
i avoided his eyes but fell so deeply into love
and Deirdre, all our friends are breaking up
they're tired and giving into lust
they're feeling about as mobile as a wall of cement
but in a month they'll sober up,
fall into bed remake old love
they'll get back together and start new arguements
they'll start new arguements
lit by the moonlight bringing my lips to your side
i rejoice at the thought of your scent in my sheets but
that is for the morning, the sunshine the yawning
because darling now there is pleasure and a taste thats so sweet
a taste thats so sweet
but then ive awoken, setting myself in motion
I turn to you but you have disappeared
i realised it was fiction, my mind's jurisdiction
darling i hate your absence and i could not be more sincere
i could not be more sincere
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Joel Harkin Belfast, UK
a miserable Irish socialist
alternative folk in belfast, ireland.
Northern Irish Music Prize 2020 Best Album Award Nominee
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