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I watch the clouds from the floor and i feel happy
as an irishman feels cold when he's been without the rain
the shivers will climb my spine like a latter
inviting to my soul all the chills of better days
And we were talking in seats as the plane let down
where we watched the passengers wave to big black clouds,
the collective of my nightmares and the big black clouds of home
The big black clouds of home
The big black clouds of home
I wont yearn for the wonderful times you been having
i put the shell of the world to my ear - i will close my eyes and dream
and as i hold it there i will hear lake waters lapping
for i found my pot of gold, and i can leave without a trace
And we were talking in seats as the plane let down
where we watched the passengers wave to big black clouds,
the collective of my nightmares and the big black clouds of home
The big black clouds of home
The big black clouds of home
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Bird of Bee
02:43
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There's a world where you run from and world where you get
I was running from the red line with a wren in my sight
smallest wing and deepest sky as i leave from my feet
through the bellows the the valleys and the crowdings of trees
Well we kicked earth by the railway till the burrows came free
we stole out from the village and the reach of the see
bird of bee, bread and water and a sheltering bough
bee of bird bred by the holly and the candlelit din
There's a world where you come from and world where you get
I was running for the red line with a wren in my sight
bird of bee, bread and water and a sheltering bough
bee of bird bred by the holly and the candlelit din
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St. Patrick
03:13
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the red haired girls on the rolling hills
the grey browed men on the winding roads
the misty sky and the post of gold
its the hotel trade and the tourist board
I will chase the snakes for st. patrick
and he will come like the next u2
the clouds will melt like butter in the sun
with the four leaf clover and the dew
came the mobile calls and the galway shawls
the morish girls on the highest street
the franchise stores and the quaint antiques
and all that sells in a shade of green
and who would pay for your supper
for the scarlett wines and the uppers
i've been waiting on the four leaf clover
any day now
any day now
any day now
any day now
and the bouquets will lie in the gutter
on the great great road to tara
where the ghosts of the four leaf clover
holiday,
holiday,
holiday.
I've been waiting on the four leaf clover any day now
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New Years Tide
03:45
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Ice cream and dew
and the fresh air and views
and the pastel palisades
and the buckets and the spades
The footsteps on the crumbling pier
and the tiny storms of sand
and the postcard sent without a word
No-one lives
in these coastal towns
but the ghosts of you and me
who've come to wet their feet
To walk out in the new years tide,
and the violent northern brew
to cleanse them of their silent summer blues
To walk out in the new years tide,
and the violent northern brew
to cleanse them of their silent summer blues
to cleanse them of their silent summer blues
to cleanse them of their silent summer blues
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Evergreens
02:13
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somedays are evergreens
a swan on a black sea with me
somedays are evergreens
where we once were moved
where theyd spin the may fly
hilltops of evergreens
i carved in every tree
i made the livery to show
somedays are evergreens
and the dusk would lay in the pines
and the dusk would lay in the pines
somedays are evergreens
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Young Space Is
02:45
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young space is all apart
and they will come easy autumn down
should you want them stick like the stars
then stick them up in the night
I'd been tried to send advice
but since i'd came all i'd seen
was hundreds of words, diaries of deeds
and all their ghosts sit next to me
should you want them here they are
young space is where they are
In the cold night bottle feed
and the canned heat DJ knows to stop
come the silence and let the old ghosts dance
I'd tried to send advice
but since i'd came all i'd seen
was hundreds of words, diaries of deeds
and all their ghosts sit next to me
should you want them here they are
young space is where they are
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Captain A Ireland
Psychedelic Electronic Acoustic Live Studio Lyric Based Instrumental Existential Multi Layered Minimalist Experimental Folk Songwriting Taoism since 2007.
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