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Diesel
05:17
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Diesel words and music: Simon Bourke IMRO/ASCAP
Busking the Butterlsip
Me and a travelling girl
She has her baby like I have my accordion
Inlaid with mother of pearl
She's at the bottom and
I'm at the top of the stairs
I'm selling my soul
She's selling her prayers
Waiting on company
Me and my Mexican drinks
She is a riddle wrapped up in a mystery
Like the smile of the Sphinx
Looks like she ain't coming
But it's one way of passing the time
Swallowing pride with salt
and bitter-sweet lime
Cruising the ring road
Me and my Japanese car
If I had a track rod, a brake shoe or a wishbone
I'd be melting the tar
Lord of the Layby
King of the Ring Road look down
I gotta find her 'fore she and her baby leave town
Broke down this side of the border
Disillusioned and lost
I see the ghost of our age
In a haze of exhaust
They call her diesel
Her hair like a new copper coil
Her lips are the red of a stop light
Her eyes black as oil
Busted in Newbridge
Remanded on 40 pounds bail
Listed for Tuesday but I ain't waiting
For Justice to balance her scale
I ain't waiting for a bus,
I ain't waiting for a train
First whiff of diesel
I'm hitting the road once again
Everything's got to be somewhere
By morning somehow
Everyone wants to be anywhere
But here and now
They call her diesel
Her hair like a new copper coil
Her eyes are the red of a stop light
Her eyes black as oil
Back on the Butterslip
No travelling girl
She has her baby and my accordion
I got nothing in the world
I'm at the bottom as low
As a body can go
But Diesel will beckon
I reckon I'm back on the road
Yeh Diesel will beckon
I reckon I'm back on the road
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2. |
Heart In A Sling
06:43
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Heart in a Sling: Words and music Simon Bourke IMRO/ASCAP
I saw you standing
At the end of the road
I guess you waited
I guess he never showed
Why do you do that
That thing that you do?
I've told you before
If you stand at his door
He's gonna wipe his feet on you
So don't come round here
With your heart in a sling
Telling me he's
To blame for everything
Don't turn to me
Twisting my ear
Please don't unpack your baggage here
Don't limp around
On your broken pride bone
Ain't I got worries enough of my own?
You had your chance
Leave me alone
I caught you crying
When you thought you were alone
I guess you called him
And he hung up the phone
Why do you do that
That thing that you do?
I told you before
If you crawl across his floor
He's gonna walk all over you
So don't come round here
With your heart in a sling
Telling me he's
To blame for everything
Don't turn to me
Twisting my ear
Please don't unpack your baggage here
Don't limp around
On your broken pride bone
Ain't I got worries enough of my own?
I’m not your crutch
Leave me alone
So don't come round here
With your heart in a sling
Telling me he's
To blame for everything
Don't turn to me
Twisting my ear
Please don't unpack your baggage here
Don't limp around
On your broken pride bone
Ain't I got worries enough of my own?
You had your chance
Leave me alone
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Sometime Before Morning
05:55
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Sometime before morning
Words and music: Simon Bourke IMRO/ASCAP
I'm lying here stroking
Your impassive skin
I'm listening to the tiny ticking sound
Of the minute tonic bubbles
In your forsaken gin
I'm counting dreams crashing to the ground
I'm lying here smoking
Weighed down by chains
You're too close for comfort
It's too hot to sleep
We've got iron in our souls
And rust in our veins
And love's leaden wings are too tired to sleep
CHORUS
Some time before morning
I will dream you young again
And fool myself into loving you
The way that I did then
Some time before morning
Why don't you dream me in my prime?
Then wake up and make love to me
Like that one more time
We've been climbing a mountain
Pushing dreams as big as boulders
The higher you push them the further they fall
It's time to stop crying and
Cursing our bruised shoulders
Let broken down hopes lie just where they sprawl
CHORUS
Everything concrete
Will crumble to dust
Metal will perish and timber will rot
All that you're left with
Are the things you can't touch
Love ain't all you need
But it's all that you've got
CHORUS
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4. |
Flower Of The Swan
06:03
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Flower Of The Swan
Words and music, Simon Bourke IMRO/ASCAP
The sirens are wailing
The blue lights are flailing
A car wreck is blazing
Out in The Swan
Look for the lady
Who's driving them crazy
Don't look for Jasmine
Jasmine is gone
CHORUS
It's out to Firoda
And back to Bilboa
On to Little Moscow
And Gazebo I've gone
For one trace or token
To hear her name spoken
Jasmine, Jasmine
Flower of The Swan
Her laughter still taunts me
The scent of her haunts me
The fire still smoulders
In her smoke-coloured eyes
My fingers are dreaming
Of walking the shoreline
Where sand-coloured nylon
Laps sweat-salted thighs
CHORUS
It's out to Firoda
And back to Bilboa
On to Little Moscow
And Gazebo I've gone
For one trace or token
To hear her name spoken
Jasmine, Jasmine
Flower of The Swan
Flower of The Swan
What have you done?
Your anthracite hair
I swear
Has crazied everyone
If you should meet her
Tell her I beat her
Say I survived her
Say I endured
Tell her I'm sober
Since a year last October
Tell her I'm over her
Tell her I'm cured
CHORUS
It's out to Firoda
And back to Bilboa
On to Little Moscow
And Gazebo I've gone
To hear her name spoken
To see her arms broken
Jasmine, Jasmine
Flower of The Swan
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5. |
Marbleville
04:27
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Marbleville words and music Simon Bourke
Sad as a willow, tall as a pine
She was the very first tree I ever climbed
She was the very first lake I ever swam
When I was a young river, I met my first dam
From the Arcon zinc mine to Ferrymountgarret
From the brickyards at Comer to the bridge at Fiddown
Nobody knows me, the way that she knows me
I pray that she never leaves old Marbletown
Hours beyond number I stood at her gate
Counted the cobblestones, counted the slates
She kissed my swollen lips until they were sore
Then she'd kiss them better and we'd kiss some more
From the pitheads at Ballingarry to the lime kilns at Ballyellen
From the Budweiser brewery and 40 miles round
Nobody loves me the way that she loves me
Now she's talking of leaving old Marbletown
I went to London and she did the same
These things just happen and no one's to blame
Everything one did, the other did worse
I have dug a dozen love-graves but hers was the first
From the King's River mills to the stook of Mt Leinster
From the docks at Rosbercon to the crown of Spa Hill
No one will ever love me the way that she loves me
And I'll die if she ever leaves old Marbleville
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