1. |
Domestic
04:01
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It's a shame you did the wash
I coulda washed the clothes for you
So cyclical and blue, so innocent
Just you and me in the laundromat
Watching the cosmic swirl
Watching the chaos at the end of the world
It's a shame you mowed the lawn
I coulda cut the grass for you
So easy and so new, so temporary
Just you and me and suburban dreams
Watching the hands of time
Watching the steel spin for a million miles
Well it's a drag to take your eyes off the road
And it's a trip to dress yourself in someone else's clothes
It's fractured lines that make sense of all the holes
It's a shame you swept the floor
I coulda done your dirty work
Eased the pain of your routine, so necessary
Just you and me on hands and knees
With a yellow sponge and a fine tooth comb
Washing out the tracks we've roamed
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2. |
Salinas
03:44
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Its a little late in the night
To be singing songs of innocence
With all your limbs stretched out upon the
bar top on this side of town
Its a little late in the night
To be handing out your promises like
Golden threads tied round your neck and
Braced against the rising tide
You could call me crazy
Like wheel that spins
Like a time machine
So much time spent in history
Trying to prove that we exist
When the world around you
Constantly challenges
Your will to live
Its a little late in the night
To be dancing with the rushing wind
The sound of it carries you through
Backroads of your slip-shod town
Its a little late in the night
To be banking on the rising moon
The lovers’ tune, you hear it through the
Windows of your hotel room
You could call me crazy
Like a wheel that spins
Like a time machine
So much time spent in history
Trying to prove that we exist
When the world around you
Constantly challenges
Your will to live
You could call me broken
But my blood is red
And I made a home in the
Backwoods of my drunken head
Singing secrets to the dawn
With a torch in hand
And I can raise my head
As high as any man
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3. |
Maelstrom
03:33
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When you gonna come down from all these endless affectations
Chained to the wall just like a victim of desire
Holding out for a change of heart or a change in disposition
Counting all your blessings as they thread down to the wire
Its just a letter from a friend
Lost in a maelstrom
You could call it a position to defend
But is it a place to call home
Level every mountain for some sense of recognition
Lost in the valley but you thought you’d see it through
I don’t want to hold your hand through another one of your vacations
Painted every pictures in the brightest shade of blue
Its just a letter from a friend
Lost in a maelstrom
You could call it a position to defend
But is it a place to call home
You could call it a position to defend
But is it a place to call home
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Brendan Burke Cork, Ireland
Originally from Berks County, Pennsylvania...currently living in Cork, Ireland...
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