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Slow Exhale
04:17
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Slow Exhale
Goodbye my friend it’s been lovely knowing you
Sitting on a Steam Train, waiting on a slow exhale
Watching all the tracks as they roll by
Overhead Flamingos paint the sky
Goodbye my friend it’s been heaven knowing you
Breathing on this tea train waiting for a cloud to break
Dark roads at night in a world we don’t know
Crickets Shake a note to take us home
Dreaming on this steam train
Waiting on a slow exhale
Dreaming on a steam train
On this Coll Autumn day
Goodbye my friend on this slow exhale
Watching all our landscape willing it to melt away
Hotels and cars and salty seas
Shoes and boots and boats to make us go
Dreaming on this steam train
Waiting on a slow exhale
Dreaming on a steam train
On this cool Autumn day
Goodbye my friend it’s been sunlight seeing you
Gathering our notebooks pages torn onto the winds
Colours and strings and golden leaves
Moods and doubts and clouds like giddy thieves
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Aran Jumper
05:22
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Aran Jumper
Together as we sit
Looking out at the sea
With our cups in our hands
Full of hot tea
And the sea is a grey photograph
Full of hopes full of dreams full of night
Your books have lined the walls
Flowers of red yellow gold
Rug on wood wood on fire
Twinkling night lights
Croissant tubs bobbing boats crimson toes
Grey on green firewood stove treasure trove
Alone we sail through night-time rain
Bath tubs of milk, drying cloths of silk
Across the bay, night lights have their say
And though this time is brief
I will keep it with me
Sun to warm what I feel
In the winter
Cable knit steals my wit as we slide
Diving birds sending signs to my mind
The books are stacked up tall
They are towers about to fall
They are proud
We are tender
You’re the king on his couch looking out
While the queen has her heart in her mouth
Alone we sail through night-time rain
Bath tubs of milk, Drying cloths of silk
Across the bay Night lights have their say
The pages fill the bath
Ink and soap
Broken hearts Butter churns
Slanting chairs Creature Comforts
Lonely souls setting off on their roads
Take a book and good care as you go
Together as we sit
Looking out at the sea with our cups
In out hands
Full of hot tea
And the sea is a grey photograph
Full of hopes full of dreams full of night
Alone we sail through night-time rain
Bath tubs of milk, Drying cloths of silk
Across the bay Night lights have their say
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Feathers
03:54
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Feathers
You’ll find a new place to rest
Having fallen from your nest
Little wings Little wings
You’ll find a boy’s hand upon which you land
Little wings Little wings
Yeehoo Yeehee Yeehoo Yeehee
Yeehoo Yeehee Yeehoo Yeehee
You were drawn out from your net
And you found a new place to rest
On a little boy’s head
On a little boy’s hand
Hoohoo Hoohoo Hoohoo Hoohoo
Hoohoo Hoohoo Hoohoo Hoohoo
Home is where the heart is
Home is where the heart beats
Little bird little wing little feathery thing
Wahoo Wahey Wahoo Wahey
Wahoo Wahey Wahoo Wahey
Home is where the heart is
Home is where the heart beats
Little bird, Little wing, little feathery thing
Wahoo Wahay Wahoo Wahey
Wahoo Wahey Wahoo Wahey
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Broken Hotel Room
04:08
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Broken Hotel Room
His being is full of leather tied up in
Green cotton ribbons
Seeking souls on the road
With poetry in their toes
Though leather stays put
He’s busy reading his old dusty books
She’s got a wandering eye
Delighted when she finds
They put us in a broken hotel room
With cracks in the walls
And rips in our overalls
A scene to live our inner woes out in
With cracks in the walls
And broken hearts in the halls
Ah ooooh
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Long days work on playroom worlds
Brings new souls to those hotel doors
Peel back my morning eyes
Gold sun rising high
What a beautiful find
She’s got a short living green dragonfly
Lighting then leaving lives
She’s smiling when she finds
They put us in a broken hotel room
With cracks in the walls
And rips in our overalls
A scene to live our inner woes out in
With cracks in the walls
And broken hearts in the halls
Ah ooooh
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Playroom worlds undone
It’s like this each and every time
It’s hard to say goodbye
That fun with dragonfly
She’s on her way home to leather tied
Up in green cotton ribbons
Lonely for dragonfly
Resigning when she finds
They put us in a broken hotel room
With cracks in the walls
And rips in our overalls
A scene to live our inner woes out in
With cracks in the walls
And broken hearts in the halls
Ah ooooh
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo …
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Touching Infinity
03:57
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Touching Infinity
Still friends with the child
Who wondered at the night sky
Standing within and far outside
Wonder and awe for moments sublime
I knew you when you painted the swirls
That drew memories from the infinite
From the place where we once came
And called our souls by name
What becomes of us
When our hearts fall to earthy dust
When our nights minds let us dive
Through galaxies and nothingness divine
What becomes of me when you’re gone
What becomes of me when you’re gone
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Dead Lady's Cigarettes
04:25
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Dead Lady’s Cigarettes
It would be a pity
To smoke the last cigarettes
Of a lady long dead
That’s what she said
As she left my head
Shut the book and close the case
A lovely leather pockets holds the whole thing in place
Did the lady die trying
As there’s only three ones left
Three unsmoked deaths
On her delicate breath
Shut the book and close the case
The lady’s gone back shivering to her lonely golden gates
It would be a pity if we
Smoked some of her
Cigarettes
Dust pin powder to put to her nose
Like a delicate rose
As she gathers her clothes
Ties the belt to show how svelte
This lovely deal is
That she’s just been dealt
How could it be a pity
To take stock from the chase
Kiss and embrace
Open the case
Close your eyes and smoke the lines
Three pieces packed in a red metal stack
Three pieces packed in a red metal stack
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick
Tock
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Passion Fruit Moons
02:26
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Passion Fruit Moons
Passion fruit moons
And long looping tunes
Like threads
Knitted ‘round my ankles
And my wrists
Freshly kissed
Leathery skins
Fine papery lines
‘Round eyes
Shading in the hollows
Sunlight crimes
Times own vines
Bring my fruit
Don’t buy me diamonds
With pears I’m on a par
I’m afraid of the devil
Tha outlives me
But your flowers die with me
Myrica Rubra
Trumps diamonds and rubies
Your jewels
Strung around my neck now
Earthly gleam
Priceless dreams
Our bright sun is laughing
And winking and dancing
‘Round us
Seeing how we withe and we wilt
Moons beam silk
Bring me fruit
Don’t buy me diamonds
With pears I’m on par
I’m afraid off the devils
That outlive me
But your flowers die with me
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Endless Augusts
05:23
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Endless Augusts
Where are you now
I’m scared I’ve lost you
It’s been years and I’m afraid
There are no parts of you left
Remember smiling and understanding
As understanding is with smiling
Now I’m talking into darkness
My angel where are you?
Now I’m talking into darling
My angel where are you?
What with all these years
And all this wine
And all this emptiness
And aftermath
And aftermath
Is it that, tell me this
That our better parts are dancing
Amongst stars, shining bright
Like candles in the night
Those green fields, acres deep
Where are you now when I’m trying to sleep
At night now , it’s so hard to see you
At night now, it’s so hard to see you
What with all these years
And all this wine
And all this emptiness
And aftermath
And aftermath
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Liv Monaghan Paris, France
independent Irish vocalist and songwriter based in Paris.
My music pulls threads from Jazz,
Soul, Folk, and Romanticism to create an alternative, sometimes experimental, often poetic and always original sound.
Lover of the left-behind, of old things of letter-notes and half-light ghosts which get stitched, strung or typed back up together to make something new.
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