Romance Romance

by Land Lovers

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"This excellent debut delivers bang up to date, uncommonly smart pop. Fresh melodies engage first, then fantastic lyrics kick in... Achingly sweet... the wonderful, self conscious love song The Black Country easily lives up to the standard of Back on the Chain Gang, from which it borrows its opening riff... perfectly formed collection" - 4/5, The Ticket (Irish Times)

"Irish album of the summer, packed to the brim with gorgeous, singable tunes. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, like this record in any other musical camp in the country." –Hot Press

"Beautiful guitar hooks… the production is near perfect for what is essentially a home recording." - 4/5, The Sunday Tribune

“A sparky little gem from Dublin’s DIY leftfield… with a stinging lyric sheet. Vocalist Pádraig Cooney is both wounded poet and cynical dissector of modern mores and his sonic furnishings of clipped guitars and wobbly eighties synths make for a smart, no-frills backdrop. A hugely promising and highly recommended debut.” – 4/5, RTÉ Guide

“A short, catchy and witty album with plenty of DIY charm and sweet guitars. It'll make you wonder how many other people's stuff you're missing out on, and happy that there's one name to cross off the list.” – RTÉ.ie

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released 01 October 2008

All songs written and performed by Padraig Cooney

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Land Lovers

Land Lovers are a band from Dublin in Ireland, who play in a melodic, wordy style that might not be actual pop music but is something of the sort. They are founder members of the Popical Island collective and they hope you enjoy whatever it is you do with their music. ... more

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Track Name: Dark Secret
Baby I'm too schooled for cool
The world labours 'neath my ridicule
Showbiz taught me all I know:
Impress those on top and despise those below

And have some dark secret, some dark secret
Hidden in your lyrics, dear
Have some dark secret, some dark secret
Indiscretions left unclear

Chorus:
All I want is someone I can blame
Man of smoke to man of flame
Some dark secret took a hold and light's away
We didn't leave it unknown
It was our one dark secret.

Graded on a decimal scale
Where four out of ten is a hopeless fail
I give Johnny Borrell five
He's piss-poor on record, but he's not bad live

Is there some dark secret, some dark secret
Hidden in his lyrics, friends?
Is there some dark secret, some black closet?
Does he make his racket to make amends?

Chorus

All I want is someone I can blame
Man of smoke to man of flame
Man of smoke to man of flame, etc, etc.
Track Name: Hildegart, No
Hildegart, no - don't put us in the isolation room
With these violin strings, I'll strangle you
Hildegart, no - don't put us in the isolation room
The great ideas of the western world set fire to

Chorus:
We can barely move, we can barely move (x3)
Maybe in the next while someone there will tell her

Hildegart, you must love in a most irregular sense
If we accept that we're loved at all
Hildegart, you must love in a most irregular sense
If we accept that we're loved at all

Chorus (x2)

Do you love us in an accredited way?
There's a hole in your head, there's a hole in your head

We can barely move, we can barely move (x4)
Track Name: No. 1 Communiqué
(Every boy)
Every boy drawn to the Capuchins, calm and mute
(Every girl)
And every girl who drags on that veil
(Oooooooh)
Takes a vow - be quiet, compliant and frail

(In the dorms)
Adorning our walls: Camara, Camillo Torres
(Our guitars)
Heard in the main hall, no scholarly sleep
(Oooooooh)
And no sanctuary deep

You can go down to every nightclub you see
Disregard the peasants
You can go down to every nightclub you see
Oh baby

Chorus:
We sent a letter to the NME
We called it No. 1 Communiqué
We are the Tigers in the Seminary
We're seventeen and we are healthy
Good heavens

(When the calls)
Arrive from the music press: one, then three, then five
(We'll ensure)
They know liberation in gospels is truly alive
Every collared rebel do the just and gentle jive

You will go down to every nightclub you see
Disregard the peasants
You will go down to every nightclub you see
On no, not we

You saw our letter in the NME
We called it No. 1 Communiqué
We are the Tigers in the Seminary
We rise with God against the wealthy

Repeat chorus
Track Name: Novel Rus'
Do you see girls in the distance?
Sent to the province of S.
Weighed down with fear and satchels
Coal tokens under duress

The world of daughters is closed to them
And, shivering, we've worn out that seam
It was a novel ruse

Valentina, lost to commerce
Just as our Alyosha to blades
I had dreamed I'd see her happy
Walk in her great gala parade

The world of sentiment fell on the day
We bargained our children for warmth
In a novel ruse

The words of emmisaries jumbled our thoughts
And, shivering, we plumped for the heat

It was a novel ruse on our part
If we'd known just where it leads
To a bed of broken hearts
To a rumbling on the fields
Novel ruse, and it felt
Bloody awful to conveive
Should I hang from a belt?
Should I take my cue and leave?
Track Name: Modern Romance
M-O-D-E-R-N R-O-M-A-N-C-E!

We met on really good terms
Straight to the matter of swapping germs
THe swapping of phrases was feeble
Though I made the first attempt
And you quickly echoed the sentiment:
"Yes, it's quite warm here for April"

No sequels anymore!
No FM104!
No pandering to swaggering bores!

'Cos you booked my place in Modern Romance (x2)

Come on, come on Modern Romance!

Born to the Empire late
Our correspondence would imitate
That of historical figures
But only in fits and spurts
The effort to make an impression hurts
So we wrote as ourselves again

'Cos you booked my place in Modern Romance (x2)

We got that jet-fuel feeling
And built a better home for it
Everyone knows
You give them one good reason
To be a little cold
They'd come down from the hillsides for it
Crying "MODERN ROMANCE! MODERN ROMANCE! MODERN ROMANCE MUST DIE!!!"
Track Name: The Black Country
Let me take you out to the Black Country tonight
And we can stay there for a while
Somewhere that will bore, with no attractions, with nothing to do
So as to have your ear, if not the rest of you

And if the blue sky beckons you
Look to the ground and listen once more
To a little illuminated what-for
Every patch lies covered by an eyesore

Let me take you out to the Black Country so bleak
And we can stay there for a week
In minute detail, I will outline my position on your decision
To make a clean break with cruel precision

And if the dross dissuaded you
Look in my eyes and tell me what for
And if it's me you'll drop in an eyesore
In an eyesore
Track Name: The Whip Hand
Here she comes
She wears a bicycle pattern on her school skirt
Of claret, black and grey

Taking turns
Which one to piss right off? Which one to give hope to?
In the mustard heat of day

Holding the whip hand forever
Gripping her ankles under the overpass
I thought it couldn't last

Chorus:
'Cos everybody knew she held the will
And everybody knew she held the whip hand
Too brazen to miss
The whip hand, the stick and the kiss

Rubber gloves
Flung down, now what's gone wrong? What's the wagon done now
That she hasn't done before?

Nothing much
This is a routine call, keep an eye upon her
That's all, and you won't hear from me anymore

Holding the whip hand forever
Gripping her ankles under the overpass
I thought it couldn't last

Repeat Chorus

'Cos everybody knew she held the will
And everybody knew she held the whip hand
And all of the evidence shows

She held the whip hand, woah-oh
She held the whip hand, woah-oh
etc, etc.
Track Name: Stay in the City
We're on the road to Persephone's
We've brought her all the good cheer of our urbanised lives
Fresh from the popular dives

We've disappeared in the throes of
A latter passion, our hearts are heaving, our friends
Our friends are leaving

Leaving their homes from a life less wasteful - don't!
There's nothing out there
The proise of roads and all a shopper can bear

Chorus:
Here she comes into my eyeline
Here she comes into the natural world again

You take a left at the cinema
Onto an avenue named after foliage or stones
THe brick fields of loans serviced by loans

In any case the fourth right entrance
Leads to a family-of-four life sentence, then
You can just give me a call

Chorus

Stay in the City
Stay in the City
Stay in the City, it's built for people

Leaving their homes from a life less wasteful - don't!
There's nothing out there
The proise of roads and all a shopper can bear
Under one poxy roof

Here she comes! (I don't know what to do with her)
Here she comes! (I don't know what to say to her)
Here she comes! (I don't know what to do with her)
Here she comes! (I don't know what to say to her)
Here she comes! (I never did improve on her actions)
etc, etc.
Track Name: Romance Romance
Romance romance, those old sycophants dribbling sacrifice
Romance romance, it holds them entranced, shows them a paradise

Romance is a danger to us
All over town the romantics pursue us
Breathing over our shoulders
Threatening swift and irrational revenge
Romance (REVENGE!)
Romance (REVENGE!)
Romance romance

Romance romance, resist its advance, send it mixed messages
Romance romance, deny it a dance, the stuff that it presages

Is classed as a danger to us
All academia wants to eschew us
Glowering over their glasses
Wishing us many romantic returns
Romance (RETURN!)
Romance (RETURN!)
Romance romance

Oh Espana! Grievous and funny and fat
In my frustration I cursed your creation
Now show me the romance in that
I'm afraid of the human characteristics awarded to lands like you
By necro-romantics and closet Falangists
They don't love you the way I do...

Romance romance
Romance romance
Romance
Track Name: The Lonely One
There I was alone, four nights out of every five
Unproductive on the fifth, four-fifths alive

And yes, I'm the Lonely One
But I am only lonely with you

Save yourself tonight, save yourself the trouble I'm
Overactive as it is and tied for time

And yes, I'm the Lonely One
But I am only lonely with you

When the lonely hearts living in the world agree
Their best interests would be served seperately

Well then all the lonely ones
Would emerge from their loneliness free