Romance Romance

by Land Lovers

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1.
Dark Secret 04:02
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.
2.
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)
3.
(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
4.
Novel Rus' 03:23
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?
5.
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!!!"
6.
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
7.
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.
8.
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.
9.
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
10.
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

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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 October 1, 2008

All songs written and performed by Padraig Cooney

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

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