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'Gon Wake The Water
03:24
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For the wee one will walk the water
'Gon wake the water
'Gon shake thon waters woke
Will the winds to whip the waters
Will the winds to whip the water
Where the deep hums thick with sleep
Can never know creation's heat
Sleep will not be broke
Will the waters to wet or not their heads
Still below the wings
Or swollen at the fringes of sunken things
Aw fringed with all the colours of things scorching
Whip the lights from all the skies above
To crack down through the undertow
And spark in all the churn below
And warn the wee one walking on the waters
Tap the talkin' of the tides
On the rocks on either side
Tape the talkin' of the tides out
On the rocks on either side
Of where thon wee one is walking the waters
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Ballad In Blue Magdalene
04:23
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The whispering in the womb, the tomb
The room where bread was broken
The name was spoken in the garden
And pressed to the screens
The name that walked the winds
And talked the tide
And over-spilled the cups til either side
And all around was Magdalene
And all along the road
The breeze that blows
It bleeds in keys of Magdalene
And him with skin stripped, whipped, ripped clean
And the stones, the rocks that's thrown
All talk, all tell, all sing Emmanuel
Oh son of man, oh lamb of Magdalene
Magdalene in blue, she's bleeding too
Always she'll bleed for you
The shadows scorching, the blistering of her skin
The thorns you've worn, the swelling round your eyes
The pierced side
The skies forever blackening
For want of him
And she says she's seen the days that's ringing
Ones stood singing 'lectric in your light
And talk of waters walked
And hands linked on the strand, they'll stand all night
They'll sing the words of ones will come, in time
To watch you shake the sun
And shake the sea
And the things they'll do to me
And the things they'll do to ones like you
Who had to do the things they had to do
Forced to kiss your face
Forced to fall through time and space
In rags and ribbons
Begging please...
Where's our Gethsemane?
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When upon the clouds of Heaven
Christ shall come to Earth again
Will the world be glad to see him?
When our Lord shall come again
There'll be singing, there'll be shouting
There will be sorrow, there will be pain
There'll be weeping, there will be praying
When our Lord shall come again
Will his coming bring rejoicing?
Or will his coming bring tears and pain?
Are you ready to receive him
When our Lord shall come again
Will you join in lamentation
Or in the angels' glad refrain?
Will you help his people crown him?
When our Lord shall come again
Work and pray til Jesus calls you
Help to gather in the grain
Then with joy, you'll meet the saviour
When our Lord shall come again
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Underneath The Waking
04:36
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The morning swelling in the hollows
The murmuring all churning all about the hall
The harrowed hush that haunts each room
Your mother's face all out of tune
Your father leaving
Beneath your palm, a psalm in yellow
Hearken ye oh Lord unto my voice, my call
Plastic bags from out your car
All coded notes and CD-Rs
And things still breathing
Kissing me
Kiss now my brow
Telling me...
Tell me there is an hour and a time
Tell me I can hear you hear me
Tell me some of you's still to fill your shape
Still to touch the bone
Tell me you'll come home
You just felt like wandering
Filling out some songs, but you won't be long
'Mon tell me
The ebb and flow of forms all tilting
Tugging at their sleeves and wringing at their hands
Mon me and you, we'll up and fly
We'll burst and bloom about a sky
Still ours for shaking
The things on strings about the railings
The thinned-out Virgins propped up round the avenue
Oh, the crashing of your dream
The collapsing of everything
Your sleep is breaking
And from your elbow to your wrist
And then in red all round your fist
You've paraphrased:
The wind won't lift these poisoned waves
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Aaron McMullan
Northern Irish Singer-Songwriter. Alt Folk. Folk Punk. Bent Folk. Disaster Din. Ballads and dirges. Punk-pop trauma bop.
Wired old wheezing Ulster Scots talking folk-skrunk. Hymns howled-out and hanging. Addiction dramas and sickness songs.
Master of the self-sabotaging "bio" blurb.
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