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Lyrics
Little rain drops whip on the whitewashed walls and kitchen windows
Where I sit alone on the shaky wooden table where fables and stories
Unfurled from your words and our world was entwined, a young child
Who smiled at the jokes you told.
I'm just about to visit your ward, miracles Lord, miracles,
Lord, please give us some more time, the spiritual thoughts
Of my mother reside inside of my heart while I try to find
Some words before you depart to summarise the binds and bonds,
We shared in your life upon this earth.
Grandfather your worth I immerse in this verse I rehearsed
In the waiting weeks for the worst, for you gave me the words
Which I work and weave into each breath that I breathe
Still can't believe how quickly we grieve, seems a dream
That only last month are hands shook and you danced up
And down the garden kicking a rolled up pair of socks,
Now you'll go where I'm not and I know your scared,
Calling out for your brother in the night, we throw the prayers
Skywards, looking in your eyes which cry silent
When you read the words I write before your failing sight
And the world pales to white.
I don't know how to say goodbye,
I don't know how to save a life,
I don't know how to save your wife,
So I wake in the night in cold sweats and shaking with fright
Already thinking which phrase to recite
At your funeral, soon you will be my happy memories,
Teacher who was sent to me, with the wisdom of centuries
How could you be meant to leave, and mentally we're broken
Soaking in these elegies my pen strokes that when spoken
Open wounds to one day close them.
Remember we would cycle on the hill sides,
With the wind in our eyes, what a thrill ride,
Instilled pride to your grand kids, visit my school
Taught lessons in your languish, a blessing that the anguish
Was vanquished for so long, now so long and farewell
Don't fare well for words, now your welfare is worse
And we watch the nurse... tell comforting lies,
Try to cushion demise, blood rushing inside
And gushing from cancerous cells, a man who was hailed
Strong and alive, dying next to me while the song that I write
You will never read, I pray you that you rest in peace,
And the pain that kept you leaves and your son Sean,
Again you will meet. The rain beats on the street
You are able to see, I wish the sun would shine
And the grey would fade and retreat so light
Would arrive and stay to complete the cycle of life,
You're painfully weak, and in pain that we see
What we have to see, but it's okay I'm here to the last my friend
We laughed with friends in the living room of my student house
Last year, while you hovered round and joked at the mess,
I still hoped for the best, not knowing you'd be slowing
Till they opened your chest and pressed pressure
To coax out your breath, I'm broke and depressed,
Lonely and stressed, same old clothes that I dress
With the scent of ward 17, I never dreamed I'd ever see
Scenes like these.
Breaks my heart to hear saying that you'll go home
To a farm, in Ireland where you spent your childhood,
Fishing in seas, so cold that your fingers would freeze
In the whistling breeze, and the grass rich and green
WIth the sky dipped in the sheen of bright blue,
I try to live in this dream but all I see is clinically clean
Drips and beakers, uniforms and nervous speakers
So I close my eyes, and I close my ears.
I see you on a beach with old jeans rolled to the knees
While the warm water flows to your feet,
Over the worn golden soul then goes in retreat,
Leaving the foam combing driftwood and white sand.
Your slight hands opened to a palm and wave like the ocean
Eyes bright with excitement, and quiet emotion
Devotion to the next stage, so when the boat comes…
You wade waist deep and climb in, say goodbye then
Head to the horizon, wind in the sails, you sail
From land farther. Safe journey, my beloved Grandfather.
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With the Comets
03:04
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Spring Rains
03:38
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I am deeply flawed, I mean that
maybe about five people listening can see that,
I just got off the phone with my dad,
and we don't have much in common, so we speak about his dad,
and how we miss him,
like clouds miss spring rains when the pressure gets too much,
and they let them go
If you were here now you'd let me know that I worry too much,
I hurry too much to make bad choices,
mum tells me to listen out for angels, all I hear is sad voices
tired choirs, crumpled notes, organs in need of desperate repair
I act like I'm desperate to tear hearts,
missing the spare parts of courage for my scared heart
more of a liar, than a lion, I take pride in relying on trying
to share scars, have some of mine,
there will come a time when lady luck realises
i'm an unreliable date, an undesirable mate,
Her and a God can meet to decide on my fate,
and say ' nah it's complicated'
I concentrated as a child on growing up to be a fireman hero
it was either that or a tyrannosaurus,
and preferably both, to my dreams I was immeasurably close
funny how you grow apart with age,
I'm taking the stage with artists I idolised, and my careers
taking off, but I can't shake off the fears of my private life,
I've done many people wrong, and they don't need this song,
to identify my worst traits, they got them first hand
in the first place, fuck what the verse says,
1.35
Back with the caterpillar cakes on birthdays
I dreamed of butterflies in my stomach, when I took to flight,
I imagined the books I'd write, the oceans I'd dive,
the cliffs I'd climb, I imagined rope bridges in rain forests,
I made promise to stay honest,
I dreamed of playing pool with the planets,
rolling them out like marbles, while I marvel at the dark cloth
of the night, I dreamed of asking the stars, their favourite
type of light, hoping they'd say imagination,
I dreamed of a girl in a green coat,
Walking away as I awoke
2,00
See we all grow and people change,
I could offer you a million more cliches
learning how to open doors is a key phase,
Let me rephrase, expansion is something I recommend
and if its good enough for the universe,
go on… do your worst,
thing is, I'm just too afraid….
the grass might seem greener, but you never know
when its about to rain,
I know very little about terrain,
we messed around in geography,
to my year 9 teacher I offer apologies,
I don't know where I am now,
and my co-ordination is never great
after all this vodka lemonade,
I want to stop and remonstrate
with a God to let me make some important decisions,
and she'd say no -
yes God is a she, she'd say no,
you gotta help yourself, and go back to the dreaming,
where's it gone? Oh and by the way what's the meaning of the song?
It means - it means - ah fuck what it means
how does it feel?
I am deeply flawed, I mean that
maybe about five people listening can see that,
I just got off the phone with my dad,
and we don't have much in common, so we speak about his dad,
and how we miss him,
like clouds miss spring rains when the pressure gets too much,
and they let them go
For you I watch
when the pink of the low sun lifts.
Atop the last leaning bricks of your farm
you watch for I
from a churning sky where copper-tint stars
turn in the blackness like coins in soil
and the spent shilling of the moon
fades in the half-dark.
By this light you are most visible,
stalking the fields with palm closed
over unsown oats, as the night wind grows
you are blown like breeze-thrown seeds.
The plough glows hot from its work
as it harvests your heavenward home.
For I watch you
by the bricks you warmed when young.
I watch for you
then the pink of the low sun comes.
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