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Bluebird
04:17
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there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
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01:29
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Analemma
03:39
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The first man on the moon passed away
His heart clocked out in a hospital ward
The second man got a call down the line
He stared at his walls and thought about time
You can leave the earth on a rocket that burns
But death will be waiting for you to return
For you turn to die
Take your place in line
When your turn comes to die.
A service was held over the following days
Prayers of gods read by astronauts
The stained glass shone in the pale afternoon
When they hired a singer to sing fly me to the moon
You can play amongst the stars, see Spring on Jupiter or Mars
But all that will be left of your life is memoirs
After you close your eyes
For the final time
After you close your eyes for good.
Some say a year is just another trip around the sun
But one by one those trips all add up
Until you’re gone.
The first man on the moon passed away
He lived to be 82
But he answered to days, and surrendered to seconds
Just like we all must do.
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4. |
Before I Was Awake
04:32
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Before I was awake,I sent cynics to the stake
For denying that it was around,
Around I which the sun spun
Served them medium to well done
Before, I was blind,
With my hands bound and tied
Like a captive in a basement
Held captive in a house you’d walk past
Every single day of your life
Never know what’s inside.
Till love, struck me like
A murderer from behind on a dark night
Emptied all my pockets, left me gasping
In an alleyway with the last taste of life
My last taste, your name upon my tongue.
Now my strings have come undone.
Cause now I’m so aware and awake
I’d give all of your pictures a headache.
It’s funny how life threw us both together like
Two drunk drivers through a windshield
Drivers, free of seatbelts and constraints
Now I’ll never be the same.
Cause you stole me away, like the ivory trade
Turned my tusks to chopsticks.
My tusks to ornaments at the table
Never felt so unstable.
Cause now I’m so aware and awake
I’d give all of your pictures a headache.
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Keep me away from the emperor’s new clothes
Cause they don’t seem to fit me, at all
Keep me down on the ground with the ants
Free from all the sycophants,
Cause they don’t speak for you or for me, at all.
Giant screens in townhall squares,
Phospherescent vacant stares,
What are you really being told, what are you really being sold?
Do you ever stop to ask?
Formaldehyde new car seat smells
Smartphones mined from living hells,
Sure the price may be clear but the cost they keep dear
To their chests from prying eyes.
Tell me we’re not the same,
Tell me we’re not too blame,
And tell me I’m not the same…as them.
Keep me away from the emperor’s new clothes
Cause they don’t seem to fit me, at all.
Objectify kids from the womb,
Barcode genders, pink or blue?
Marketing ploys for the girls and/or boys
And that’s the start of the noise
Next, it’s politics and parlour tricks,
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts
Like tweets from the beaks of parakeets in the mirror
Tell me we’re not the same
Pimped out pawns in a chess game
Tell me I’m not to blame…for them.
Keep me away from the emperor’s new clothes
Cause they don’t seem to fit me, at all.
Keep me down on the ground with the ants
Free from all the sycophants
Cause power resides wherever men lie,
No less, no more.
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Words Are Skeletons
05:21
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Words are skeletons
They’re all that’s left when you’re in the ground.
Some are used, some misconstrued
Some seek to be profound.
But skeletons don’t ever tell them,
How you’re really feeling
And words can fly as free as birds until they’re trapped.
Under a ceiling.
Am I beating my wings, on dusty things?
Like a bird in the attic?
Lost to the static indifference of the world.
And words are everything
They put a coin in a beggar’s cup, a crown on a king.
Some are slurred, some overheard
Loose lips sink ships and we drown
But painted signs that taint your mind
Tell you just which words you should sing.
But above the pines and the satellites
Their words don’t mean a thing.
Does that make you feel at all?
Make you feel small?
Or as tall as a mountain?
Are you beating your wings on dusty wings?
Like a bird in the attic?
Lost to the static indifference
Of somebody else’s skeletons?
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Jenny
02:44
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Jenny sits by her window all day, waiting, waiting.
She hasn’t said a word since he left for work.
Wedding gifts draped round her neck
No rings would fit her hands
She likes to wear such beautiful clothes
But doesn’t care for brands.
She never goes outside
His pleasure, joy and pride will never cease
In her, he finds the peace
That old flames couldn’t kindle
Jenny sits by the window all day, aging, aging.
Whenever he gets home, then she lets him in…side.
Close the blinds so the neighbours don’t see
That which they can’t understand.
Such a shame she’ll never see
The ocean or the sand.
But as the years fly by,
Their bond will only grow more real
He’ll wrinkle and she’ll peel
But they’ll both be pretty happy.
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The Ink Spyglass
03:13
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Sing to me, of vacancies,
In eyes so defeated, you'd forget I was there.
Catatonic till you leave,
With your heels in your hands, as you head down the stairs.
Find my shade between extremes,
Switch between a want and need.
Well we slept without touching, after all.
Morning breaks, I spy the spyglass.
Written on your flesh,
It could see all my transgressions.
Even the casual is paid with feeling,
But are we both short of change
If it's just not the same?
Well find my shade between extremes,
Live between a want and need.
We slept without touching, after all.
So regale them please, of the sympathies,
You received from your friends.
When will the echo chambers ever end?
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9. |
Threw The Looking Glass
03:12
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Woke up one morning,
Empty bed, empty house, a pounding head
There’s glitter in my beard
And the dog’s looking at me weird
If my friend’s don’t take my calls
Can I even call them my friends at all?
So why are my ears still burning?
Solitude’s become a shawl,
When shadows dance upon the wall
I’ve gone through the looking glass
When I threw and smashed your looking glass
Smeared lipstick on my face
Can wash it off but not the shame
If alone in a forest I fall, can you even say that I fell at all?
All my dreams,
I swallowed them before they could swallow me
I swallowed them all done whole
So why do I feel so chewed out?
Cause it always seems that oh, somedays
Somedays are harder than others
Woke up one morning
Swear I’ve seen this exact scene before
A house a home no more, chased off the one that I adore
How do I know love’s not a lie?
If it’s been a while since I made you cry
Or left your arms in vivid hues
Of coffee blacks and ocean blues?
And so it seems, I’m coming all unravelled
At the seams
I’m coming all unravelled
You know how they love to revel at me
Cause it always seems that oh, somedays
Somedays are harder than others.
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Mark Loughrey Belfast, UK
Mark Loughrey is an Alt-Folk singer-songwriter born in the North of Ireland but currently living in Berlin. In October
2017, whilst living in Belfast, he self-released his debut album 'Treppenwitz' before moving to Germany.
He has just finished a self-produced E.P. entitled 'On Through the Veil Anew' which can be expected on the 11th December.
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