The Rooks Have Returned

by Land Lovers

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03:08
3.
Montecassino
4.
Crowd of Lungs
5.
I'd Do Anything
6.
Royal Jewellery
7.
Life of Crime
8.
Cartoons
9.
Moratorium
10.
Modern Pentathlon

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releases May 15, 2016

Written by Land Lovers.
Produced and mastered by Mark Chester.
Recorded at Orphan Studios and The Pop Inn.

Land Lovers on this record were Padraig Cooney, Ciaran Canavan, Shane Murphy and Maggie Fagan. Additional musicians numbered Conor Deasy, Pat Daly and Mark Chester. Paddy Hanna reads some lines from WH Auden’s The Fall of Rome.

Thanks to Cormac Hughes and Alan Galvin, who contributed along the way.

Artwork by Emma Wilson.

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Self-designated pop band from Dublin and co-founders of Popical Island.

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Track Name: Springtime for the Mystics
I was born near the river
In a chorister’s office under the crown
Anniversaries come
Anniversaries go into the ledger

There’s a song on my lips
There’s a song on my lips, I’ll tell you it
Flips me over and rattles my hips
It shivers my fingers, it troubles my kips

Taken away on the B&I line
I was twinned at the old Albert Dock
And repatriated
When I extended to six feet and one
I wondered what else I should know
I followed a thread back into a bed

Springtime for the mystics
That old doll saw trouble on the rise
The rooks had returned to the sky
Springtime for the mystics
I stood up like Emmet in his coat
And went out delivering notes

There’s a fly on my cheek
There’s a fly on my cheek, I’ll tell you it
Picked me out ‘cos it knew I was weak
It waits for the morning when it can eat

Ten years ago I spoke at Llandudno
An entryist questioned my name
And I grew indignant
Making it clear where my loyalties lay
The delegates seemed satisfied
But then, in the Mail, they made up a tale

Springtime for the mystics
That old doll saw trouble in my heart
I wouldn’t even know where to start
Springtime for the mystics
They stood up like Morecambe and Wise
I never did enough for those guys
Track Name: Angeline
Oh Angeline, you take the blue out of the sea
It doesn’t matter that you’re already old and replete
You’re young in my dream

In the sports hall of a modern school
Where we were welcome to be cruel
You just jumped right in
Where the worst of them swim

It didn’t matter that the feud began
In the middle of exams
What a time you had!
Running between Orwell and The Trads

Oh Angeline, you take the blue out of the sea
It doesn’t matter that you’re already old and replete
You’re young in my dream

And with your alien self-assurance
Soon you saw my presence
As a dreadful drag
Looming too close with my schoolbag

Anyway I took an early hint
And rose up to the firmament
Where we strum our lyres
And the odd bored child conspires

I knew ogres who climbed to your quarters
Watching you, wanting you, waking you