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Hymn to the Air/Novena
04:47
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Novena of the thorns
Have we failed to return all the love that was sought
Seed of my own heart
Seed of my own thought
All the callous indecision of hope
Say you love me or not before all other ones
Be with my own heart
Be with my own thought
So we weep for the sun
Your eyes held me under all
Our tides of Hellenic love
All my weight in your eyes adored
So the felon sea & it’s waters
Drowns all my hope in your pride
High is the sun in your mind
Wild is the love in your eye
Tied to the sun
Wild is the sun
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2. |
Bloom
04:40
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My patient heart in bloom
That burns away the hours pray for the days of youth
Our needing want I see
The turning hand devour the silence the thought that speaks
Love ave
Still await
All the better love the hunger and the word
The blooming of her sun
That cries love
No more be torn
Or broken by the fall or the rising of
Our idolatry of hope
Know love we stayed
Here Down in the days of sundered cries
For only more only more
My open heart, I see
The care of all illusions we tie to the need to be
In salient thought and feel
The weight of all the hours that runs from the lung that speaks
Still ave
And await
And fall away from all the hunger and the word
The blooming innocence
That cries that cries love
No more be torn
Or broken by the fall or the rising of all
Our idolatry of hope
That calls us to stay
So down in our ways of hungered cries
For only more only more
No more be torn
Or be nothing to your love
In our silent thought
All the idolatry of hope
Know love that we stayed
And broke from the days with nothing but love
Nothing but only love
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3. |
Calvary
04:02
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So I was caught up in your days
To be tied to the ruins of a lust, the moving weight
All of our thought it was made
Oh so pale by a ruling word
That I still crave
To be the war & know your pain
Your blooded sun your ruling weight
Cut from her border out from her name
To burn in silence to end our days
Love we are cruel in our ways
We are tied to a foolish lust for warmer days
Oh if we fall what remains
Of all the time that we gave to a love
That I still crave &
To be the war & know your pain
Your blooded sun & the ruling weight
Cut from her border, out from her name
To burn in silence, to end our days
While I wait for your sun
Wild & pure is my blood, we hope
While I wait for your love
Wild & pure is my blood, we hope
Wild & known is our
Blood we hope
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4. |
Blues in Red
03:11
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5. |
Wanting More
04:07
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6. |
Ruling Word
03:32
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I am the silence I
I am here in the dark
Under your thought I lie
I am cruel in my word
I am quick in my violence
Oh your fevered tongue
No love
Don’t ever cry
For my declining arm
I am calling you lover
Under your blood I moan
To be more than the word & outrun
Our failing tongue
I am the blindness and
I’m here in your heart
Under your bed I reel
I am pure in my moan
I am sweet in my silence
Oh your fevered tongue
No love
I would you tried
To be the dividing law
I am calling you lover
Under your blood I moan
To be more than the word & outrun
All our failing tongue
So we cry to be more &
To be a dividing law
Oh we burn to be loved & outrun
All our failing tongue
Sweet is the moaning sigh
Drown in the fever cry
For all the sin denied
By a ruling word say let it go
The ruling word let it go
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7. |
Memory & Other Drugs
05:05
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A wild power fills me when I step out into the world of man
A sudden and brutal thing, conducted by a long lost hand
To be deep in it to struggle for more
Grab the hand of any passing form in the door
To know the laughter, noise, shit & all that runs
Down from it’s guttered beginning, to it’s ending in my lungs
But coming up hard on the long ended shove
Claiming with each holy breath to have won some autonomy of air
Autonomy over the air
In between rows & rows of lost faces
Rueing what stops them from rising up and obtaining their grace
Beginning each sentence again with a nod
Reaching for clarity & all the above
Still hands reach over and under and over to pull
Rumours begin & die on the floor of God’s last great hall
Your hours close in & morph into one
Screaming unending through fear to have won some autonomy of air
Autonomy over the air
How long we fought the evidence
How come we call it salient
The night drains out into the cold of some lost street
Signify all notions, we wed ourselves to be
In the throes of a bloody & blasphemous love
The green eyed seductress the working man’s lust
See the dead stare collective form round the last remaining sun
Moving from desire to envy all with the grace of a dog
Still drawing out water from the viaduct of
The blue eyed sepulchre the prodigal tongue
I am running not ending man awh still high from the fall
I have come past your door to be cut, known, qualified & hung
Yet screaming I’m open I am above
All barstool apostles some poet in love with autonomy over the air
Autonomy over the air
Autonomy of air
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8. |
Under the Blood
03:38
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Stay, be with me here now
Between the silence and the blood
Under the gun
Come, lay with me here now
Before the eyes before the sun
Under the blood
Run
Run till our lungs burn
Cry till our eyes hurt
Speak till the air turns
Stay
Stay till the lake burns
Cry till the year comes undone
Under the blood
Some, some other love yearns
Moves in the silence and above
Beyond the touch
Time, time is a god love
When all our worth’s tied to the sun
Under the blood
Run
Run till our lungs burn
Cry till our eyes hurt
Under the air love
Rail
Cry till the seasons bend
Rage till the sea burns up again
Stay till the end
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9. |
Your Violent Arms
04:42
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To your high state I have fought to be received
By the word wait, I will kiss your many feet
To be touched again hold me down draw it deep
Recite the hymn I lay the alter light the seed
Refuse all other love call you heathen call you sweet
Paint my eyes crawl in the dark upon the heath
Lay down all other thought except the one that draws me deep
Into your arms again into your arms
Did we say it was love we sought
In the throes of a failing word
Oh I pray to her pray to be received
Ruin my many loves stay within the eaves
& to your wild face as you turn the other cheek
I will rely pray, for your mercy for a piece
Of your cold revival before the mountain at the gate
Of the ruling word that lovers choke to celebrate &
Did we lay with the broken thought
Tie the hands of a failing love
Oh I pray to her pray to be released
From my martyred tongue from my never be
Hymns to the violence
Hymns to the sundered I
Pray to the silence
To be above her &
Before your wildness
Before your alter I
Crave all your violence
Crave all the hunger &
I was not fallen
I was not sundered I
Moved with a wildness
Spoke with the thunder &
I was not hiding from
I was not broken I
Moved with a kindness
Spoke with a wonder
I was your wildest I
Craved all your hunger &
Held you in highest love
Before the alter &
Hymns to your eyes yea
Hymns to your warring warring word
I was not broken or bowed
Know my hope know my love
I was alone.
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10. |
Lost Dogs
05:01
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In the tenement I was high
What was the summer came and passed me by
Through the window I hear someones baby cry
Songs of hope for another lullaby
I got up and I stumbled oh I crawled
Up the staircase with a hat tucked underarm
Met with such heavy veils of the blue
Smoke from everything and everything abused
Where you go where you go
When your loves gone
Out of touch out of touch
When our minds gone
To the places of the lost dogs
In the morning we'll get up and wash our eyes
Sign our name and call the state divine
Pull the curtain on the avenue below
Where I know you were somewhere in control
I fucked up yet another misery
I can’t seem to stay blue independently
When I got all this shit to hold me out
String my trip for another pass around
I woke up with a light across my face
Borrowed clothes & a weight around my waist
Memory serves me up another double take
Another love another heart I’ll surely break
I’ll get out of this city for a while
Claim my inheritance from the ghosts of a previous life
Hang my head under the sodium light as I
Crawl out from underneath these plans of mine
Where you go where you go
When our loves gone
Out of touch out of touch
When our minds gone
To the places of the lost dogs
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Basciville Wexford, Ireland
Basciville are an Irish songwriting duo made up of brothers Cillian and Lorcan Byrne. Blending Folk with Rhythm & Blue, Jazz and sonorous Orchestral harmony, Basciville offer a different angle on modern Indie-Folk music
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