Lamplight Suite, For Soot and Tall Mirrors
Aaron McMullan
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Just haul your wheest there, McAleese 'Gon lee them weans alone Shake thon shite back down your sleeve and hunt thon cunts on home There's too much talk's in them two You know as well as I do And corduroy ripped out the knees Runes all sewn into his face Says I knew your da, boy, your da and me, sure we made this place Walked thon Belfast-Derry line Seen the time we'd walk for days 1998, the side gate swings There's things that have been left upon the rocks nearest the well And who's to tell if it was Holy Ones or him snatched the brandy and tobacco tins away? Sure who's to say, and anyway What's below his arm can harm no-one no more Rips the tube from underneath your gown How many times is this, she says, we're talking now? How many times that you've been found in time? How many nearlies is it now? You know a day will come when the day will dim, And they will trolley you in, And they will trolley you out And the last of you in streaks of blue and black about the sheets And the numbers that they'll scratch into the heels of both your feet And the code that shows the date the time the door the ditch the street Halleluiah, f*ck sake! They'll say it's such a waste of such good taste They'll say he knew his stuff like knowing stuff was enough They'll say that he was loved like anybody's love was love enough Like it was ever love enough To the culling, to the calling of them all that sweeps the waters To the rosemary figs and juniper To the pounding that surrounds me, oh the beating of all drums that thunder All up and all around me all the time in time with her Half a glance, half cut, and half way home Sure what the f*ck, but, and slabbering and jabbing your phone Twisting through and they're all twisted up inside of you All up and through the back of you Cumming up the cracks of you And the scales that fails you And the scales that fails and fails you again And the salted heels of shrouded men Reflections bouncing all directions Bits they're busy stretching out And what's left to leave they'll leave and mark their brows with blood you'll bleed And they'll never dare to bleed their own blood anywhere Barefoot all up the stairs, now! I have slept and I have dreamed beneath the branches you were seen and heard To cry helpless and hopelessly towards And I have woken withering My limbs all sunken now within your skin The bin lids off the bonnets The tensing to each chord 4 in the morning Half 4 in the fucking morning, like F*ck are you going at 4 in the morning F*ck are you doing now... Picking the walls Picking and poking away at the back of the walls There's f*ck all in thon wall's f*ck all to do wi' you Jesus kneeling Jesus kneeling by the banks Jesus working at the clay and stones Birds he's made from muck chucked up beat off the bells Ones sleeping Woken shaking in the breaking of the blackbirds off the bells oh well Crows he throws that's made from dirt Sparrows seized in all the light and all the fits they're in The birds that's only bits of him And bits of breath The birds erupting in their breasts Birds he makes that shakes in fits and bursts in flight and Jesus Christ you talk some shite 4 in the morning Half 4 in the fucking morning F*ck are you doing at 4 in the morning F*ck are you looking now? Your skin all clouding over, the static sweeps my fingers The things that ones have left within her The verses scrawled about her Ones that sits like this in pools of piss and breath above and breath below Ones that falls in through the window Scorching underneath my clothes Stinking stewing in my stink He doesn't know He doesn't know The starlings only know enough to fly, they don't know why Enough to land Enough to blow to bits in holy hands Said a quarter would sort you, but you couldn't be told Now they're all in the hall, they're hauling you out the road They're shining lights in the skies They're prising open both your eyes Sniffing papers out your coat The bindles spilled, the screens you broke But sure it never even happened, but! To the glow hums below the shuddered rooms wi' all your friends in And they're wringing at the wrists and all the kisses never ending The buds about the blues The friends you'll lose There's only rips of ribbons left You had a lost them sooner you'd a lost a whole lot less 2005 and I've an eight point star beneath one eye Three or four years sober and there's mandolins and drums And ones has brought their songs to sing And ask if I have anything of mine? I've two or three I'll all off key My throat's all swollen from the sea But no one minds
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