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In Transit
02:43
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Wouldn’t offer to the faint of heart
Shouldn’t fight if you’ll die in vain
Chart a new territory and forge ahead
Don’t look back you’ll just get lost
Living on a knife's edge, cutting deep,
We look for a sign through the fog
Aint it a wonder,
We worked through the blunders and
Defied all the odds that have plagued most
Journey, show us how much we’ve grown
Fist full of sand
Give me all you’ve got
It’s worth its weight in gold dust
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2. |
Before The News
02:22
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Whoever it is, please tell them I’ll be home, before the news gets out
Rehearsing lines to say
Moving targets get in the way
to the punchline
Have I not done enough
to bridge the mile wide chasm that’s separated us for years
Come, sit, the kettle’s boiled
Words, more dangerous than bullets
Rip through me
My heart just hits the ground like a bag of cement
One bright sunny day
Reminds me how free
It felt to have crawled through the pipe
that surged and spat me out
Into a world that’s blue and green
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3. |
Spare Fuse
02:44
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Hear my perspective dear
Tell you the dirt you would’ve known
Should you have cared
Over and over again
Running through
All that’s lost
But on the mend
Hope for that future just yet
Ain’t it true
Saying it till I’m blue
You gotta to get out of your own way
Just been peering through that rose tinted lens
How long have we been lovers?
You say that’s long enough
Easy on the breaks, we’re slowing down
Wanna turn around and go right back
Fairing well, made up on the back nine
Juggling the balls I’ve made of my time
Ain’t it true
Saying it till I’m blue
Gotta get out of your own way
Kid, there’s light within you
Don’t let the fuse blow out
Do you even know
Why the light in other people glows then fades out?
I don’t know and unsure that I’ll find out in this lifetime
Do you even know
Why the light in other people glows then fades out?
I don’t know, but I’m sure I’ll keep searching ’til I fade out
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4. |
Bloodhound
02:47
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I wanna go where the hands have been shaken
Sweat will pour down my face
Cathedrals burn through the lens of a camera
Call came through from on high
The tipping point occurs without a warning, cause
I know the signals, follow my lead and learn the ground rules
Set up the shot for the prime time slot back home, well
There’ll be trouble, sharpen that wit and read the city
Bloodhound, Are you for real?
It’s what it takes to play in this game
Lose the smile and learn fast
I wanna breathe where the forests have fallen
Insect bites down my leg
The locals shrug when you ask them en inglés
Live in 10 our hearts will bleed
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Monumental
02:39
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Put the head down, it’s another new chapter, grip your hands at nine and three and keep the engine revs low, because
time keeps on gifting
As it ticks, cut your teeth, watch ‘em glisten
That’s how a stalwart knows
You have it or you don’t
Don’t mean to pry but
Which way you leaning
I’ve got some notions and one hammy smile right on your doorstep
Tick the names off, pound your feet on the pavement, brew the neighbourhood tea and drink every last drop
Help her see, the light of day, her leader is monumental
I don’t know, these faces seem ordinary, can’t you see
not a brave bright bone in their body
Lead us somewhere we want to go
Good sense aint common,
Burn your manuscript
Use intuition
Deep insight fishing
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6. |
Brother Awol
03:10
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That scoundrel with the world on his lips
Only looking to throw the dice
Flick a match, look around, he’s gone
swimming in the night light… swimming ’til it gets bright
Years gone by, still no sign
Has the world been cruel again?
Faded films, tales of sin
for the company he was in
Last we’ve heard, he’s spinning words
Feeling sorry for himself
No getting through,
Brother AWOL, no postcards are due
The date on the carton is laughing at you
Cut all lines and now all’s fine
How you supposed to live in a world that’s so, so, small
Touching base and on good terms
Like old friends but still hard earned
The light has dimmed for those who knew
A focussed man, who left the room, there’s…
No getting through
Brother AWOL, no postcards are due
The date on the carton is laughing at you
Quick glance across the street
Minor wave, a partial smile, made you move your feet
A sit down meeting in the central square
Cracked me up in the city air
Once idle, now never still
No time for humour, those stories wear thin
I told the jokes, that usually did the trick
But there’s no room for love, there’s none of it
No getting through
Brother AWOL, no postcards are due
The date on the carton is laughing at you
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Wellspring
02:53
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Plan for the future monkey mind has said
Sit still and breathe
It’s the clarity I seek
Eruption’s not to blame
These thoughts I reign
Let them run free
Whether the tides are low or high in the moment
You better stay right there
Catch that break
Lungs to the brim we bellow unknown chants
Al rings the bell
Kinhin back to where we sit
Memories start bubbling, through the cracks, to the fore
My god how long have you stared
From the depths of my mind
Faced head first without a thought
Perfections not attained
Though flow sustains
Through the evenings
Whether the tides are low or high in the moment
You better stay right there
Catch that break
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cussen Cork, Ireland
Cussen is a Cork City DIY Music Project, written, performed and produced by songwriter Kieran O’Callaghan. Cussen’s sound is made up of a tapestry of quick-shifting guitar chords, overlaid with a baritone lead vocal, intricate percussion and dotted with strings, horns and keys, blending together elements of alternative rock and chamber pop. ... more
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