1. |
brother
04:06
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my brother died last winter
he just faded away
he found his self destruction
west of liberty bay
and if you'd have seen him
it would've torn your heart
he was aged and broken
with a white lily in his hand
my brother was a killer
and he was a poet too
he'd hurt you with a bullet
but his words left fatal wounds
and if you'd have seen him
and lived to tell the tale
your songs would ring through smoky nights
and your scars would bleed with truths
my brother was a sailor
he saw the whole world through
he had his share of lovers
he left a broken hearted few
and if you'd have seen him
in your wine stained wedding dress
and mourned the thought of distances
you would have seen him at his best
i've lost myself
time devastates
our dreams
my brother was a sensitive man
he was haunted all his life
he couldn't stand the pain he'd caused
but he just played his hand as dealt
and if you'd have loved him like me
you would have felt my sorrow
you would cry the tears of salt
that you tasted on my cheek
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2. |
let her out
03:54
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let her out of los angeles
she's not pretty any more
let her out of co. wicklow
her knees are getting sore
let her out of rio de janeiro
she's got blood stains on her frock
let her out of sierra leone
she can't see the difference
between a rebel and a soldier
she just sees men with guns
she can see the yellow of their teeth
and the blood shot of their eyes
let her out of hollywood
she's charmed us all enough
let her off her penance
her back in broken and her flesh is torn
let her out of prison
she's swept too many floors
let her leave her veil at home
the sand storm has blown over
what's the difference
between a rebel and a soldier
two men holding guns
their eyes blood shot with hatred
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3. |
wooden frame
05:59
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i'm naked
there's no blanket of love
around me
and this is my faith
and i see you
on your throne
and i believe in you
but your voice grows further away
how could i ever live
without the beat of your cane
and i'm scarred
and your presence is in me
and i see you
on your throne
and i believe in you
but your voice grows further away
and i just take this pressure
to be happy and this pleasure is mine
can you tell me please
who's the owner of my sadness
and i see you
on your throne
and i believe in you
but your voice grows further away
these city lights
pay their homage again
to the births and to the deaths and
to the carols that ring
as we praise you
on our knees
and we raise you
and your ghost disappears
and i'll hang you
in your wooden frame
and i'll bathe in you
and your blood is in vain
and you're my god
and you're my christ
and you're darkness
and you guide me
and i see you
on your throne
and i believe in you
but your voice grows further away
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4. |
the road to reno
03:38
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i fell in love with a girl
out in dublin town
i kissed the ring of a saint
when I went through spain
i danced with a strip girl
down in San Francisco
i left all my worries out on highway 61
on the road to reno
where i took my fall
on the road to reno
where you can lose it all
i can't remember for the life of me
where i left my cutting knife
i must of left it lying somewhere
on the cutting floor
everybody's saying
that it's me that shed that blood
but it wasn't
and i can tell you because i was
on the road to reno
where i took my fall
on the road to reno
where you can lose it all
i haven't stepped on solid ground
since i stepped outside
i've been running on debt
ever since i hit this road
i'll pay you a visit
if i'm passing through
you'll be playing with the big shots
and i'll be shooting for the blues
so keep your eyes on reno
we're all going down
i'm headin' back to reno
i gonna win it back this time
or maybe
i'll waste my time
i've got my dollar and
i'm gonna bet it all on a rhyme
on the road to reno
it's so far from home
on the road to reno
i'm heading down there on my own
on the road to reno
where i took my fall
on the road to reno
where you can lose it all
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5. |
better world
05:01
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what would it take to stop crying
these tears of gold that flow
like a stream through your heart
to the clown of darkness
and what would it take to believe
that these dances through the streets
and these colours painted on these walls
are living breathing things
and they're all dreaming
of a better world
of a better world
what does it take to hate
so much that it drives you out
of your mind and you lose all sense
of this world's reality
and what would it take to love
life a little more than death
and to stand and to sketch upon the sky
the reflection of your breath
and we're still dreaming
of a better world
of a better world
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6. |
your last victim
05:03
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as the moon lends us its light
your mouth is trembling softly
your breath is warm and your eyes are closed
and I wonder what could scare you
tell me of your last victim
did he cry out in pain
and did he scream for mercy
when he saw blood in your eyes
you're in my arms tonight
your silence make me restless
the angels will fall from grace for you
and your story will go untold
tell me of your last victim
was it quick or slow and painful
did you lick your lips and savour it
did you feel pleasure or regret
and in my room unspoken nights
tobacco burns for candle light
you give me love and paradise
i run my fingers and cross your back
tell me of your last victim
were you out at sea or on dry land
were you marching on to victory
and tell me what will come of me
you talk too much
come closer now
there is no past or future here
there's only you and me
and what could be better
than us together
and the things that we whisper
and our secrets my lover
the dawn is rising mournfully
on your silver knife and on your golden words
this one cuts through flesh and bone
and this one cuts through hearts
tell me of your last victim
were his eyes as free as western skies
did he kick and shout or go peacefully
did he beg for life or just your sigh
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7. |
happy song
05:58
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sing me a happy song
to ease my regrets
sing me a verse or two
so that i can forget
sing it for my weary thoughts
the tears i cried and my tired feet
sing it for the words i sound
and for the chords that i play wrong
sing me a happy song
to ease my regrets
sing me a verse or two
so that i can forget
sing it for the lost generation
and the teary eyes they leave behind
sing it for the fun we've had
and for the price that we're paying
sing me a happy song
to ease my regret
sing me a verse or two
so that i can forget
sing it for the flowers we wore
and for our years that have withered
sing it for the cry that we were willing to raise
and for the cause that we've forgotten
sing us a happy song
and don't forget all those major chords
give it a simple melody
and make it easy to sing along
and then we'll sing
sha la la la...
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8. |
time passes by
06:36
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time passes by
it wounds you to the heart
it marks and it decays
and it scars
voices sing
in chorus with the wind
this picture is black and white
and it's torn at the edge
and your footprint is made
as the constellations play
and the cards you draw are wild
as are the written words you pray
i see your sunken eyes
and your waning smile
and the sphere that goes unchanged
to your fragmented sight
i lit a perfumed candle
it burned slowly to a stub
and when its light went out
its incense filled the room
and your footprint is made
as the constellations play
and the cards you draw are wild
as are the written words you pray
this room is my resting place
eternity is my cage
a lost and minor note
emerges from the strings
its tune will lift
the chorus through the night
the symphony the cry
the howl the tear that dries
and your footprint is made
as the constellations play
and the cards you draw are wild
as are the written words you pray
time passes by
it wounds you to the heart
it marks and it decays
and it scars
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9. |
towers fall
02:28
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when all these towers fall
and the dust has come to rest
and all these pages are torn
and your voices claim the breeze
will your victory
will your victory
be sweet
when all your scriptures burn
and their ashes float to heaven
and your empty spirit dances
on the ruins of your kingdom
will your victory
will your victory
be sweet
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10. |
the stall
03:45
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when the last light
went off on me
i was left stood in the dark
i stayed there till dawn
with the wind's lonely song
i won't back down just yet
i'll be by the stall
till they drag me away
leave a thought if you're passing through
i always said i would be
and look at me now
i was the last to leave
some poor homeless kid
pulled a lamp from the dirt
then he smiled like a little child
and the rats sniffed the air
the cold is coming now
you'd be better to find somewhere to hide
they're closing me down
my time is running short
i'll be stood by the arcade wall
i always said i would be
and look at me now
i was the last to leave
i used to be a man of prayer
but for me things have changed
i don't think like that anymore
i don't think there's a plan
or a right way to be
there's just greed and there's all that you can grab
and the birds have flown south
and the spring has turned to stone
and the bloom is just a fading thought
i always said i would be
and look at me now
i was the last to leave
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Al Doyle Ireland
Alan Doyle is an Irish singer-songwriter. For six years he was based in Spain, where he formed part of Madrid's indie music scene, and released his debut LP Places. In 2010 Alan returned to Dublin, the city of his birth. He regularly performs at the city's singer-songwriter and open-mic nights. His second LP, entitled Blasphemy, was launched on 31st of May this year. ... more
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