1. |
Calling Mullingar
04:15
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Hey, Padre,
The train's, delayed,
It's come from far away,
And somehow lost its' way,
The line's, so straight,
But time it meanders like falling leaves through window panes,
Oh there's a god on this train
St.Michael you're going far,
You caught me up in Mullingar
You broke your bread in mother's arms,
And now you're wanting to grow,
And Dublin feels like a lifetime ago,
Faith, the shakes,
The whiskey's in place,
Boyle it goes screaming past,
Ballymote's overcast,
Carrick is awful cold
But Padre I've nowhere left to go,
It's on to Sligo,
St.Michael you're going far,
You caught me up in Mullingar
You broke your bread in mother's arms,
And now you're wanting to grow,
And Dublin feels like a lifetime ago,
You let go of the light, on the shore,
And you gave all that you had and more,
You let go of the Atlantic shore
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2. |
Dampen the Fire
03:40
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Dampen the fire, there’s bodies for heat,
There’s bums on the seats,
And that’s all we need,
But if it transpires that here’s our last meet, I don’t think the fire would keep,
Stay where you are, the poker’s too far,
The blower will soon fall apart,
Just reflect the light, at home in your eyes,
You know I’d beseech you to call,
Would you call?
A sedentary life, a coronary fright, a call in the depths of the night,
A sun in the sky, a family cries,
You know that we got this all wrong?
Candid feverish heat, taking all extremities,
From my feet to my crown you’ve stolen me,
Cindered coal amongst the peat,
A life to dust and ash to sweep,
Like your warmth it will cease to fill the room,
How you lived is how you’ll die,
In the apple of my eye,
And thought I know that time will try…
Don’t dampen that fire.
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3. |
John
04:10
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I see your light in the dark
Your window was opposite ours
The door’s always open ajar
At midnight it’s time to depart
Where you go, in the night
Singing your sweet lullaby
I hope it’s always worthwhile, it’s worthwhile
Singing in the morning time, singing through the hardest crimes
Clinging to the paradigm, clinging to the chorus line,
Clinging to singing
Is there something you wish to atone?
Did everything turn sepia toned?
Know I see the colour in your bones
And I’d love to come will show
Where you go in the night,
Singing your sweet lullabies
I hope they’re always worthwhile, it’s worthwhile,
Singing in the morning time, singing through the hardest crimes
Clinging to the paradigm, clinging to the chorus line,
Clinging to singing
Oh John, how did this all go so wrong?
You didn’t know, you didn’t see me,
Hiding alone, watching, waiting,
If I was your clone, would you believe it?
I was your abettor
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4. |
Something Ain't Right
04:41
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I bore you today and I swore you did everything right,
But I made the mistake of endorsing your half beaten pride,
Yeah you done it again well of course you did, everytime,
I know you did all that you could but it wasn’t inside
It’s just for the night,
It’s just for tonight,
Keep hanging on,
I said all along that something ain’t right
I wander away to the borders the corners the mines
I wander away coz I’m already bored of the fight
Yeah you done it again well of course you did everytime
You shoved it away and just left it to fester a while
It’s just for the night
It’s just for tonight
Keep hanging on
I said all along that something ain’t right
Lower your tone coz I’m getting there slowly I’ll see you at the end of the night
Coz I’ve been here before and I’ll be back I’m sure in this stand off this capsule in time
I didn’t know you at all when the fog came that night
I didn’t see you til the light of the dawn
I didn’t know you at all and I lost all foresight,
Of the context of this cold cold war
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5. |
Isn't it Wonderful?
03:58
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I didn’t let go
I held on as long as I could
I through you a rope
But you didn’t reach out and take a hold
No I couldn’t see out
But I heard you were splashing around
Yeah I through you over the board
Isn’t it wonderful, wonderful I never had enough?
Isn’t it wonderful, wonderful I see you in the rough?
Isn’t it wonderful, wonderful I never had, never had enough,
Afloat and washed out
Could’ve sworn you had a half smile on your mouth
Oh when the rain came in the frozen skin the hardest thing I ever did was tow, you along
Oh but there’s fire in your salty grin the parse the kin the swell the clinging on,
And the sea it roars with things you bore distracts the oars and fades the shore I’m lost
Isn’t it wonderful, wonderful I never had enough?
Isn’t it wonderful, wonderful I see you in the rough?
Isn’t it wonderful, wonderful I never had, never had enough,
Oh well that’s enough
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Alf Whitby Manchester, UK
Alf Whitby is the alter ego of Manchester based songwriter Andrew Keaveney. New music coming in late 2022.
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