1. |
Only I Know
04:05
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Only I Know
Only I know why
You take three sugars in your tea
And only I know
That you lost a baby
Only I know why
You tried to lose yourself at sea
And only I know
That you really loved me
Well, I’ve been dreaming fondly of
Your raw hide and secret soul
The little parts
That I hold
That I know -oh oh oh
Like broken shards of pottery
Particles of your treasury
I’ll never lose
Never let
Never tell
Never say so
Never say so
‘Cause only I know
You like the smell of burnt out matches
For the little glimpse it catches
Of feeling like you’re free to burn
And smoulder into dust
A runaway in foreign lands
You forage treasures if you can
When you lay low
But there’s places you would rather be
Like June in 1853
Without your phone
Or news reports
Or your thoughts
Darlin’ I know
Only I know
Well, I’ve been dreaming, latching on
To your raw hide and secret soul
The little parts
That I hold
That I know
Like broken shards of pottery
Particles of your treasury
I’ll never lose
Never let
Never tell
Never say so
Never say so
‘Cause only I know
Only I know
Only I know why
You’re lost but unafraid
Only I know
What keeps you here today
Only I see
The things you’ve locked away
But it’s not only me
Who loves you this way
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2. |
These Women
04:34
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These women, these women, these...
Oh the pain carried by these women
My heart swells with pride
At their bravery and courage
Battered and broken and..
And then some
And yet, they go on and on and on...
And even find beauty
Weave and stitch and sculpt their secret joys
They say, “The gift is to help others heal”
They say, “The wound is what lets in the light”
They say, “The choice is to choose to go on and on and on and on and on...”
These women, these women, these...
Oh the pain carried by these women
My heart swells with pride
At their bravery and courage
Battered and broken and...
And then some
And still, they go on and on and on...
These women
Oh, these women
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3. |
Cana Cludhmor
05:23
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Cana Cludhmor’s had enough
Of her dearly beloved
So she retreats to the sea
To scream for peace
The ocean laps
But listens
Sprays salt spittle
A mirror for her anger.
Now she, a sandy effigy,
Stands demandingly
Begging the great Goddess
For the sound of softness -
A lullaby for all of her grief
Cana Cludhmor’s exhausted her lungs
Breathed her rage out in tired cries
She’s unfurling
And so she lies
In a place upon the shore
In the rib cage
Of mother nature’s finest beast
Cana Cludhmor sleeps
And in her dreams
The sinews blew
A healing melody
From an instrument stringed
Strung as it sung.
Never before heard
Never since forgotten
Cana Cludhmor wakes
With a new fire
Of nature’s inspiration
A gift of creation
Burning to heal her heartstrings
With an ethereal ring
Somehow capturing
The voices of every woman
That ever was in Ireland
Cana Cludhmor’s had enough
Of being underestimated
But just you wait
She’ll be a Goddess one day
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4. |
Lachrymose
03:31
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Don't fall off
Don't fall in
Don't fall off
Don't fall in
Look down deep, way below
The swirl and shift, the ebb and flow
Don't fall off
Don't fall in
Eyes ahead
Sink or swim
Psychadelic patterns weave the light
As solid as air, as liquid as night
Don't fall off
Don't fall in
Eyes ahead
Sink or swim
Drowning, gasping, shadows biting toes
Stolen heartbeats. Lachrymose...
Don't fall off
Don't fall in
Eyes ahead
Sink or swim
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5. |
Legend
04:29
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As I walked by myself and talked to myself
Myself said unto me
Look to thyself, take care of thyself
For nobody cares for thee
I answered myself and said to myself
In the self-same repartee
Look to thyself or not to thyself
The self-same thing will be
As I walked by myself, another same self
Did join and say to me
Look to thyself and trust in thyself
And see that me becomes we
Thou art humble of eye with wild dreams to fly
There is no waiting trap
Th'art apple for pie, th'art answer for why
The legend of the map
To walk with oneself, and talk with oneself
Can find what time has lost
Be with thyself and trust in thyself
Hold true and do as thou dost
Thou art humble of eye with wild dreams to fly
There is no waiting trap
Th'art apple for pie, th'art answer for why
The legend of the map
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6. |
Picnic Rug
04:31
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If I could give you the world I would
I’d handpick the stars if I could
But all I have is the sun in my chest
And my little plaid picnic rug on the sand for you to rest
Couldn’t carry your grief, but I’d try
I’d even let you see me cry
When all my tears hardened into glassy stones
You’d collect my fallen marbles, trust them as your own
I don’t have much to give
Or maybe that’s just what I’m used to saying
But what I have
I’ll give to you
And maybe one day soon I’ll love myself too
Don’t break the lock - I’ll give you a key
Come sit at my table with me
I’m not accustomed to kindness in company
So please, tell me the ingredients in your favourite tea
I don’t have much to give
Or maybe that’s just what I’m used to saying
But what I have
I’ll give to you
And maybe one day soon I’ll love myself
I’ll wear safety goggles
’Til all your walls come down
And when the dust dissipates
I’ll buy us each a ball gown
To parade down the esplanade
Of the toxic “way back when’s”
Cheers to finding out
What it is to let someone in again
If I could give you the world I would
I’d handpick the stars if I could
But all I have is the sun in my chest
And my little plaid picnic rug on the sand for you to rest
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7. |
Yield
04:56
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She strolled the winding foreshore
Like an evasive evening God
All the decay of yesterday in the imprints where she trod
Her limply swinging pickaxe
Defracted and dismissed
She was disinclined to dignify
The thatch so faintly kissed
“I SHALL NOT YEILD”
She cried to the sea and the rock
Their mortal lament wails
Its weary poppycock
To invoke the eldritch hellfire
That rends and tries
Long winded static
Casts its dirk and flies
She strolled the winding foreshore
All the decay of yesterday in the imprints where she trod
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8. |
Scheele's Green
04:35
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Something died today
In this house.
The wallpaper bleeds out
She pasted on an insidious green
But the arsenic killed her vanity.
All the pretty ladies
Dressed in a brand new tone
Twirl round like spinning tops
At Her Majesty’s ball
Breathing in the particles
From silks and sateens
Even Vicky from the Buck’
Wears a glamorous green
E stavano ballando
E ballando!
(And they danced
And danced!)
All the dignitaries
With nefarious moves
Sulk in verdant smoke
On the edge of the room
There’s a lack of ventilation
But the mood is sublime
Scheele’s killing Sheila’s
One waltz at a time.
(Gasp!)
Something died today
In this house.
Aaaahhh!
The wallpaper bleeds out
She pasted on an insidious green
But the arsenic killed her vanity.
Well, a little later on
Someone special came to stay
In a room child-labour-papered
In Queenie’s humble chalet
He came downstairs for breakfast
Looking mighty eau de Nil,
Green-faced laced with ‘nic
Walls licensed to kill
She tears down
The paper with her rage
Forever destroying
The toxic, poisonous cage
She’d locked her self in
With an invisible killer
Trendsetter, she,
But now the damage lives in her skin
It’s breathing, breeding, breathing…
Questa parte della canzone è in italiano.
Oh! “Victoria” ora diventa “Vittoria!”
Ora siamo alla parte molto drammatica.
Sous le dôme épais
Quello era il duetto floreale da “Lakme”
(This part is in Italian
“Victoria” becomes “Vittoria”
This is the very dramatic part
Under the dome (French)
That was the flower duet from “Lakme”.)
All the papers tried to warn them
Of the poison that seeps
From children’s toys and painted ploys
For Victorian greed
The doctors tried to offer
Some sage advice
But lesions were in season
Laced-y lace was the spice!
Instrumental
Something died today
In this house.
FUUUUUUCK!
The wallpaper bleeds out
She pasted on an insidious green
But the arsenic killed her vanity
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9. |
Three Steps
03:59
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Used to think it would all make sense, one day...
Stretch and strive and keep the drive, you say...
Used to think growing up would be cool
You'd get there one day, that's the rule
But where is there? And what happens then?
That day...
Three steps forward and two steps back
I've just got to try
Three steps forward and two steps back
Til the day that I die
Now it seems like it never ends, go on...
Lesson learned, then do it again, be strong...
Now it seems that the more that I learn
Another corner around every turn
The path is the point and it's what you earn
Lifelong...
Three steps forward and two steps back
I've just got to try
Three steps forward and two steps back
Til the day that I die
And at the end of my time on earth
Weighing and assessing my worth
It'll all seem just a blink of the eye
One long, sweet, melancholy good-bye
Three steps forward and two steps back
I've just got to try
Three steps forward and two steps back
Til the day that I die
I'm takin'
Three steps forward and two steps back
I've just got to try
Three steps forward and two steps back
Til the day that I die
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10. |
Bloodlines
04:31
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Little lonely girl
With your rucksack
and your torn map
and your heartbeat
and your light
Little lonely woman
With your handbag
and your Kleenex
and your mothers expectations
of how you should raise your children
The silent bloodlines
Carry through the daughters
Of the daughters of crooked hearts
And they’re our mother’s
mother’s
mother’s
mother’s
mother’s…
She’s got a body fit to carry
And a heart that’s overflowing
But she doesn’t care to hear again
That her hips are made for holding a child
She had two in the nest
But they’ve flown now,
and they’re hard to get a hold of
and she feels as though she’s failed them somehow
The silent bloodlines
Carry through the daughters
Of the daughters of crooked hearts
And they’re our mother’s
mother’s
mother’s
mother’s
mother’s…
She told me don’t get caught without a ring
Don’t hide yourself away
Be careful what you wear
‘Cause you know what men may say
Don’t be precious
Don’t be too kind
Things aren’t what they seem
Keep your children close to you
Don’t end up like me
The silent bloodlines
Carry through the daughters
Of the daughters of crooked hearts
And they’re our mother’s
mother’s
mother’s
mother’s
mother’s…
She kept all the pictures
But gave frames to charity
For some pretty young family
To fill with someone living, mmmm
She mended the map
And found a cohesive diagram
Of the complicated backroads
To her own heart
Her own heart
Little lonely women
With your backpack
and your Kleenex
and your heartbeat
and your light
Little lonely mother
With the echo
in your big house
Tell yourself now:
It’s your life
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11. |
Older Than I Am
04:30
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I am older than I am
I have walked so many lands
Lifeline deeper on my hand
I am older than I am
I am wiser than I seem
Though you catch me in a dream
Oh I hold so many things
I am wiser than I seem
I’ve been here before
Oh so many times
Mother Nature knows me
She calls me when she cries
She wraps me up in wind
And sails me down a stream
And calls me to remember
All the things that could have been
I am older than the breeze
I am older than the trees
Sliced bread might only have
A year or two on me
I am older than the breeze
I am older than the playground
Where we learned to jump and run
And I’ve had my share of conversations
With the ageing sun
She understands me better
Than anyone
I am older than the playground
Where we learned to jump and run
I’ve been here before
Oh so many times
Mother Nature knows me
She calls me when she cries
She wraps me up in wind
And sails me down a stream
And calls me to remember
All the things I could have been
I am older than I am
I have held so many hands
Don’t you try to understand
I’m just older than I am
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12. |
Fine Line
03:20
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It was never hers to carry
But she hauled it all
Across the seven seas
And through the ridges of the desert
Where she fell for an illusion
Of the good times
There, she dropped the baggage
Of her maiden voyage
From a broken heart to mending
“Enough!” she cried
“My feet tire of walking
The fine line between
Caring and sacrifice.
I am mine.
I am mine.”
She turned on her heel
And blazed a trail of fire
Every petty thing he’d said about her body
Burned behind her.
With no fear of infraction,
She shattered the ceiling
Shaved half a head of hair
Oh, what an almighty feeling
“Enough!” she cried
“My feet tire of walking
The fine line between
Caring and sacrifice.
I am mine.
I am mine.”
Every gift is not a gift
(It was never hers to carry)
Oh a gift can be a curse
(It was never hers to carry)
So don’t wear the tattoo
(It was never hers to carry)
Of someone else’s burden
Someone else’s words.
“Enough!” she cried
“My lungs tire from talking”
“Enough!” she cried
“My heart tires from aching”
“Enough!” she cried
“My feet tire from walking
The fine line between
Caring and sacrifice
I am mine.
I am mine.”
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13. |
Remember
05:32
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For those who came before, remember
For those who dared for more, remember
Who shed their skins to never return, cuimhnigh (remember)
Whose fate it was to float and burn, cuimhnigh (remember)
Unlock the embodied memory, remember
Silent potential treasury, remember
Something of significance, cuimhnigh
Unfolds into magnificance, cuimhnigh
Our earthly sighs weave verdant delight, onórach (we honour you)
The zephyr sounds its melichrous flight, onórach (we honour you)
With flame and fervour stoke russet hearth, onórach (we honour you)
Let briny truth discern the path, onórach
Bandia ársa, glaoimid ort (Ancient Godesses, we call on you)
Bandia ársa, glaoimid ort (Ancient Godesses, we call on you)
Bandia ársa, glaoimid ort (Ancient Godesses, we call on you)
Mná, mhothaígh do chumhacht (women, feel your power)
Mná, tá a fhios agat do chumhacht (women, know your power)
Mná, dul amach i ngrá, leighis, áthas agus cumhacht (women, go forth in love, healing, joy and power )
Déantar é (It is done)
Déantar é (It is done)
Déantar é (It is done)
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