by Land Lovers

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Confidants (free) 01:17
Confidants shall ever be Enjoining one another Two behave as one behaves So nodody’s in the know Nobody’s in my confidence Nobody’s in the know Nobody’s in my confidence.
THE CINEMA BELL I was talking again at an assembly of friends We were close, we were close, we were close to the end We had a blood connection and other difficulties We don’t write memoirs, we write massive autobiographies I heard the clanging clunk of the cinema bell In my reverie There was a boy on the screen, apologetically Offering, offering a pet bird to a priest We had the one ambition: to grow up quickly and be In the privilege of the relevant authority I remembered my tear-ducts existed and worked, like land mines they hurt So then it proved impossible to answer understandable FAQs from them I heard the clanging clunk of the cinema bell In my reverie I had a fast and full recovery Enjoying grapes and 7-UP Whereupon the sacred heart above me interrupts: “Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me? Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me? Do you want to come to a better town with me, town with me?” They would have stayed awake for anyone else
AS LOW AS POSSIBLE As I roved out, Westport Bridge Street Nearly twelve years old and my eyes were on my feet I was bang in step to those post-showband ballads And the hotel lobby promised Strawberry Beds and Sonny As a lowly cipher then, that seemed encrypted: and I drifted Off on a song Sent from the Turkish winter, three cassettes for a tenner Played as low as possible Then on a white Cretan terrace near the sun The breaks were fierce and the children always won The staff took their beatings well and stuck to singing Is She Really Going Out With Him? Joe Jackson, Prefab Sprout and Tears for Fears: painted-on ears Offered a song Nothing I sought or wanted, music had been invented Played as low as possible If there’s a moment, one moment of importance And that’s uncertain as life on other planets Then it’s the morning you landed in our garage Holding a camera, some distant scientist tracking your moves You presented me, the native, with a clock around which to rock Oh, and a song Nothing I sought or wanted, music was re-invented Played as low as… Played as low as…
Gravedigger 03:53
Oh darlin’, I was gonna marry you Instead I’ve played the old soldier purely to punish you In Poland, you told them I was funny and kind But like your Bonieks; your Latos; your Deynas Your data was from another time Haven’t made you smile for ages on end And I can’t remember our last kiss Honey pie, I am just a gravedigger for you I’m digging ‘til you’re disabused To others, your love is still exotic You’re the African loot in an old French attic No worries – I know what’s in the pipeline On your dating-site profile, you’re damaged And docile and looking for a man Who will make you smile at the very least And bring you to festivals, yes Honey pie, I am just a gravedigger for you, I’m digging ‘til you’re disabused Leaving it late to order again Holding my tongue, I had told you “eat early, And feel strong” Oh Dziekenowski started well, digging for goals But soon became a gravedigger And Williamowski, he was lauded, famous and bold Remembered as a gravedigger So there is nothing I can do, love I am just a gravedigger for you.
When Nana asked the pocket orchestra to come and play for her I didn’t know how to tell her they had broken up again Who was sent for but a lone trumpeter? And so he played an air that hung still like a childhood She was hardly fooled, but nonetheless she told him it was very good Empty as evening, I dropped him to work And there I was, with no one to my name anymore Alone by seventeen years of streamlining Redialling a number I had kept to order something There is a shallow cutout water feature That’s shadowed by three-story structures A ghost pleading his case by them, woah yeah That evening, my eyes were embarrassed The pollen assaulted the palate The ghost knew I had been to her And a death song came to life
Life's Work 03:18
There’s a danger in speaking up When the powers that be find your lungs lacking Besides, did you want to be understood? If the time was right, bloody sure you would But the time was wrong; I’d a life’s work to do After I finished that walk with you There’s no record of your voice I taped you at Christmas refusing your uncles a song What they wanted was yours alone You’ll enter eternity guarding your groans Your bones, bones, bones are a bleak masterpiece: Off with the camera, on with the fleece There’s a blue swollen sea It comes rushing for me In the days left in balance When you’ve left me your diaries, your daughters, your dockets Will I set aside time for each of those? Or wonder if Pharaohs were buried with more clothes? A ghost with a life’s work to do: Patrolling the body you’ll leave me to ruin There’s a blue swollen sea It wants you to believe That the laws of the universe do not apply under it It comes rushing for me.
Nearly unlivable, that mice-infested lodging Where I imagined cockroaches throughout the building Under the sofa that served as a receptacle For cans and coins and a pliable girl I could never ply Oh here comes the legion Make way, let those eejits Into your evening to give it meaning Leaving that hovel, I joined the aforementioned grouping We go out to restaurants, tell funny stories to women Tweaking the narrative to tighten, deepen, lighten We have to help at animal homes in the morning Oh here comes the legion Make way, let those eejits Into your evening to give it meaning In the analysis, we must forgive each other Every malpractice, this is the mark of the brothers All the way to Beaumont, where her husband ails Julie’s own misfortune was to put wind in his sails Oh here comes the legion Make way and let those eejits Into your evening to give it meaning
I was looking through the dormer window At my children’s children in the neighbours’ garden And knowing then that they would soon discover How slow and abject was their father’s father At other points in life, I’d thought of moving somewhere beautiful Where everyday existence didn’t taunt me through a terminal But always I’d say, “It’s too late”… So douse me, douse me, douse me, douse me With the blood of Patagonians I’m tired of this life, you see Where everything I do is scrutinised Scrutinised like public money Or the hands of sex offenders I’m going where there’s only peace and quiet for a fella Somewhere that hasn’t fallen to the kids of IT Tallaght A wilderness that’s crying out for one man to adore Is nowhere far away anymore? Blind me, blind me, blind me, blind me With the sun of Anatolia I’ve no connection to my family But everything I do they scrutinise Scrutinise like private photos On the screens of jealous boyfriends I’m stubbornly intractable, attracted to a mission Until I’m ex-ed in exile, I’ll be buried in revision And gravely do I go amongst the dead who must explore Is nowhere far away anymore? Always I’d say, “It’s too late” Always I’d say, “It’s too late”
Who will lead my troops today? I would lead those boys astray So, whole worlds lie down for them She will teach them to be men Softly CHORUS: It’s the way that she wears her armour It’s the way that she talks to them It’s the way that she wears her armour Was she born in armour? Who will take these kids from me? Show them what they ought to see? Should they set their limbs to rest, She will show them who knows best Softly CHORUS Who will lead my troops today? I would lead those boys astray Who will say ‘goodnight’ to them? Cause them to forget girlfriends? They are young and they are hopeless There is nothing I can do To make their English improve CHORUS The song of her unremitting eye While her predecessors cry: “Was she born in armour? Was she born in armour? She was born in armour! She was born in armour!”
I am bound to love you until the end of recorded time Have the legislators lost their collective minds? It’s late in the evening Like Clapton before me: I’m ‘Slow Hand’; I’ve taken to wearing the thin beard of a creep For a while I thought my figures were Greek When you told me they were pleasingly oblique It was a lovely thing to hear In the context of an advanced hour My heart was angled And reeled in terrifyingly Oh my heart was angled, angled oh And so we are contracted to each other indefinitely Do the common criminals watch interestedly? Or are they in mourning? For their younger selves, de-lined and flowering There are generations stricken on the grass Playing dead for the slowest kid in the class They assured her she was middlingly fast It was the decent thing to do Too often, honesty is a front for cruelty My heart was angled And reeled in terrifyingly Oh my heart was angled, angled oh
Terry and Julie cross over the river Gladdened again by the sight of each other They’re famed for their simplicity And it is their song that providence shuffles Onto my lips between splutters and sniffles Outstaying my welcome on the earth Oh, what a century! To live and reign You kneel down to navigate The length and the breadth of a prayer Long have you languished in there. Terry and Julie admire the sunset But a song removed, it’s not quarter to one yet Though the days pass like a second hand Here in the front room, hooked to a contraption You do my ablutions and block my distraction: A grey matinée movie Oh, what a century! To slip one’s chain The mother of mortals Constant and stable and scared Spinning the bad news she heard. You kneel down to navigate The lone, level sands of a prayer But nobody’s in the know Nobody’s in my confidence.


This is the second album by Land Lovers, and the first full-band album.


released September 30, 2011

Lyrics by Pádraig Cooney, music by Land Lovers
All songs copyright 2011 Land Lovers, except The Cinema Bell, copyright 2010 Land Lovers.

Allusions to items by Ray Davies and Percy Bysshe Shelley in the lyrics of Terry & Julie are intentional and hereby declared. Thanks lads.

Land Lovers on this album were:
Brian Lynch: drums, percussion
Ciarán Canavan: guitars, melodica, harmonium, vocals, keyboards
Cormac Hughes: keyboards, glockenspiel, vocals
Pádraig Cooney: vocals, guitars, glockenspiel, bellows!, keyboards
Shane Murphy: bass, vocals

Everyone clapped a bit and Brian, Ciarán and Pádraig did some bashing of bins, pianos, mic stands and sofas on Gravedigger.

Additional instrumentation:
Pat Daly: violin on Confidants, Life’s Work and My Heart Was Angled
Ciarán Bradshaw: percussion

Choir on Legion of Saps:
Land Lovers with Bronwyn Murphy-White, Ian Wright, Paul Hughes, Gavin Mulhall, Sandra Nicholson and Vasiliki Loumpa.

Recorded and mixed by Ciarán Bradshaw in his own room in Dublin, Sun Studios in Dublin and The Nutshed in Clara, Co. Offaly. Mastered by John Golden at Golden Mastering, California, USA.

Sleeve design by Bronwyn & Ruan @ Big Wow!

Thanks to all our fellow Popical Islanders, Gary Clarke, Thomas Darcy, Ross McGee, Keith Murphy, Stephanie Fitzgerald, Joe Egan, Elaine Byrne, Declan Forde, Jen Kelly, Aoife Barry, Nay McArdle, the Noone family, occasional roadie Pat Cooney, Clare Noone, our families and everyone else who helped us out over the last couple of years.

Dedicated to the memory of Jimmy Cousins.


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