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Beachball
05:19
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Someone, wake me up
I’m wallowing
Don’t give up
Free fall forever
Don’t be afraid
It’s boring to see
I’ve got a conscience...
Up down, you throw me around
I’m a Beachball
Caught in a handstand, I’m in free fall
I wish I was secretly cynical
You must fly and I must write, its summertime
You're always in the music
What a way you get away, you run away
You know know you’ll never lose it
Fly by me anytime
Where nobody knows you
Nobody cares
Everyone's perfect in so many ways
Well get by
You know we'll get by...
Up down, you throw me around
I’m a Beachball
Caught in a handstand, a free fall
I wish I was secretly cynical...
Sometimes i get the feeling
They're all blind
They can’t hear a thing, its an earache
I wish I was secretly cynical...
Up down, you throw me around
I’m a Beachball
Caught in a handstand, a free fall
I wish I was secretly cynical
I’m secretly cynical
But I’m hoping to change.
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Sleeping on trains, I'd slip away
This place in time, my last resolve
The no. 6 is really quick
I'd ride all night.
Sleeping on trains with a guitar case
I dream of you and a cheap fare
The village awoke @ 6 am
From the last orders of yesterday
Sleeping on Trains as the morning shakes
My eye’s wide all night from the cracked streets and the crippled doors
And who speaks but that little man with no legs and bitten hands
He cares for a dram
and a little peep
Sleeping on trains while the whole carriage are on time
The next light, the last stop
The Village yawned from conditioned air
On the east side of the wrong track
To the low end
I must yield
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3. |
Home
03:40
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My love came home today
My love said she would stay in my heart
My love came home today
My love said she would stay...
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4. |
Bag of Secrets
04:03
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Bag of Secrets
I left it down today
the bag of secrets
the trail of lies
I left them down today
and cried throughout the tale
so as to wake tomorrow
different from today.
I left them out today
the skeletons
and the shaken bones
never to compress, henceforth
the difficulties of life
And the cumbersome toyl
I let them out today
to run free
gonna face tomorrow
with an empty
so as to wake tomorrow
with an empty head...
I let them out to run free
I let them out because they were killing me out
The room changed
Colours revealed
The unveiling of mystery
So I let them out to run free
I let them out because they were killing me.
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Gave It All To Me
05:39
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She was the writing on the wall
She was the key to every door
She was the hand to hold me up
She was the why in every question
She gave me the space to find what I found
She was the room that heard every sound
She was the truth in a head full of lies
She summoned her love and gave it all to me
It’s not easy loving me, it’s not easy
Even I find it hard, so hard
But you summon your love and give it all to me
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6. |
If I Lose This
03:42
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If I lose this I’ll peel off my skin
Squeeze out my blood, lock myself in
For the time will come to relieve myself
Of all that I am and all I’ve become
I am always wrong
If I ever need it I’ll tear off my limbs
Rip out my lung seal off my lips
For the time will to relieve myself
Of all that I love and all I’ve become
I always wrong
Even when it’s raining truth
I am always wrong...
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7. |
The Edge of the World
05:19
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Streams
02:28
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The threshold between the terrene and the sky above, the prevailing phenomena, a simple perceived reality, the landscapes of fairyland, a scientific discovery into the unknown, that lost world where nature is alive with little spirits, the temperature of fear, dilation,nausea and the subsequent frantic dancing. Scenery for the future, a special perception, electrical external stimuli, hypnotic peaks and troughs, poisoning and a bad liver, a big nose and cheeky cheeks, the static in a car door, my brain turned down and a weight upon my head, it's time for timelessness, secondless, momentmentless, torn between my two selves, without focus, the air alive, changing shapes and greying hairs, everyday it changes, fussy, hated and stubborn... Transparent points of vision moving at rhythmic intervals and the music looks like colors splashed against a dividing wall with the low thud of four on the floor sneaking thru the cracks in the cement, the cinder blocks crumble like stale bread lost in the bottom of an unused cupboard... A song bird, interpret her song, size, distortion, analytical, delay, pre mushroom fear, post mushroom fuzz, wielding lifelong images to taunt and haunt, the screaming nationalist in a monkey suit, a layer in between them and me, as thin as ribbon, as strong as Conor.
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Beautiful Star
04:03
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You are my beautiful star
Combing the skies
You light up my life
Everyday my beautiful star
Enters the world to see how she can help
There is a star for everyone
Look how my star has come...
Let her shine, this beautiful star
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10. |
Time Stood Still
05:24
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Time Stood Still that day
as the car pulled away
eating off china plates
licking our silverware...
They offered me everything,
always in strange ways
he won’t see the lake again,
don’t call me to early
Time got away that day
they lifted you from your wake
they covered it over you
and i thought you moved
The rain was the only chance
the sun was a fleeting glance
the ground was a softened mess
and i was immune
So bring back the golden years
can you stand with your uncles
I can’t feel the hand shakes
I’m just one in a line
Time Stood Still that day
as the car pulled away
eating off china plates
licking our silverware...
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Between the light and the faded sky
There is flesh and people's lives
Pressed down and bleached out
By the silver spoon and the barcoded moon.
Might this be a trillion souls
of frailty and ruptured cure
Embossed by layers of vanity
and never ever knowing why
The endless reams of duplication
The replica’s on every station
Bring into view
the truth between the foes
So I wrap myself in folded arms
I stretch my legs and cross my heart
I raise my glass
I’m never ever ever leaving here...
The Everest is too far and too high
I can’t breed in the fumbled air
Roll back from the steaming edge
Truant, squeezed and old school
And the shapes provided were unclear
Stiff corners and parallel planes
Gestapo waves of concrete screens
Splayed walls in sunflower fields
So I wrap myself in folded arms
I stretch my legs and cross my heart
I raise my glass
I’m never ever leaving here...
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12. |
Submarines
05:47
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13. |
White
05:19
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hally Ireland
Hally is an independent musician, songwriter and producer from Ireland. 2017 sees the launch of his project “Peeling Onions” consisting of 52 pieces of music, one song released every week for a year. Hally is an experimental indie singer-songwriter with jazztastic undertones, he invokes musical composition, visual art and the written word to realize his creations. ... more
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