Oh Ruin
by Oh Ruin
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Ringsend
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Just Like Kat's Guitar
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Estella
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The Big Lake Of My Youth
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Silver Lining
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released 15 June 2010
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- Track Name: The Pillow Where Your Head Does Lay
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Climb upon the rooftops to the top of your voice
and tell it to the sky your love has arrived.
How patient I've waited, sat perfectly still
I've seen time pass me by as it does as it will.
Come on love, come on darlin
come and open my eyes,
to the beauty that lies in your bashful bright smile.
The time took waiting are like hours well spent,
when my hands have the pleasure to touch your body so svelt.
The moonlight that dances 'cross the water.
The water that cleanses your hair.
The hair that falls across the pillow.
The pillow where your head does lay.
The moonlight to the pillow where your head does lay
and all in between, somewhere is me.
If you become my woman I'll make you my muse,
you'll make me do things that I could never do.
Come on love, come on darlin
come and open my eyes,
to the beauty that lies in your bashful bright smile.
The time took waiting are like hours well spent,
when my hands have the pleasure to touch your body so svelt.
The moonlight that dances 'cross the water.
The water that cleanses your hair.
The hair that falls across the pillow.
The pillow where your head does lay. - Track Name: Ringsend
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I will live in Ringsend
With a red-headed whore,
And the fan-light gone in
Where it lights the hall-door,
And listen each night
For her querulous shout,
As at last she streels in
As the pubs empty out.
To soothe that wild breast
With my old-fangled songs,
Till she feels it redressed
With my old-fangled songs,
Till she feels it redressed
From inordinate wrongs.
Imagined, outrageous,
Preposterous wrongs,
Imagined, outrageous,
Preposterous wrongs.
Till peace at last comes,
Shall be all I will do,
Where the little lamp blooms
Like a rose in the stew;
And up the back garden
The sound comes to me
Of the lapsing, unsoilable,
Whispering sea. - Track Name: Just Like Kat's Guitar
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I stayed up all last night, plotting
Plotting a route to former glory.
I studied the forms but I
couldn't pick the winner.
Beginners luck does not apply here.
As the sun goes down around the park, I'm thinking
of the untimely passing of those who've gone before
but if you give me your love then maybe I can
turn it around,
be an inspiration just like Kat's guitar.
There is a light that shines all the way to your door
Gets me where I need to go, when I need to go
I've been thinking of you all week long and,
The same goes for the time to come.
Just following the lights and letting it happen.
When we were young we spent so much time together
Pissing on nettles and drinking puddlewater
I was naive, I thought it'd last forever
How wrong I was when it turned out to be transient.
So many reasons for me to move back home
but I ignore them, each and every one of them
The float upon the surface,
they bob along the meniscus of my thoughts.
There is a light that shines all the way to your door
Gets me where I need to go, when I need to go
I've been thinking of you all week long and,
The same goes for the time to come.
Just following the lights and letting it happen. - Track Name: Estella
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Prop the sky with scaffold
and take the moon in outta the cold.
Bring him to the kitchen, oh I can sit and listen as he
regales me with stories,
of past love and former glories
his darling Estella,
who was plucked from the sky
she was always fleeting,
she was always shooting by.
We retired to the lounge room
dim the lights, light the fire.
The moon was growing tired
and becoming increasingly strained as he,
talked more about Estella,
and all the nights they spent together
orbiting the planets
and looking down on the Earth.
Someday I'm gonna go there she said
and I knew she was determined,
but who was I to stop her
and old moon stuck in my own ways.
1,2,3,4 a lunar love so forlorn
there's no way that he could keep that star from shooting free. - Track Name: The Big Lake Of My Youth
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The best part of my younger days were spent dreaming
of swimming in a big lake.
The fresh water, the fresh water
cleansed me through.
But in reality, the municipality just had a pool.
Where the chlorine stung my eyes
and I tried to hide how it hurt me.
Fashion something out of this piece of wood.
Sure you know a craft is thought as the best form of art.
Down by the waterside the girls would lay.
Trying to catch the rays that shone sporadically,
while the boys would mess about
climbing up trees, falling back down, scraping their knees.
When we got back home our mothers would scold us for tearing our threads,
but we had a ball, so we took the telling offs and soaked them all up,
cos we knew that we'd be back tomorrow,
hanging from the rope with the tyre tied to the bottom. - Track Name: Silver Lining
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If I was a traders son
I'd be out on the seas
swapping salt for opium
at every port we meet.
I'd lay out on the deck
and utilise the Southern breeze
neglect the work I outta do
I don't use force.
There is a silver lining, a silver lining.
If I was a berbers son
roaming all the sands
with too much time for thinking
on my hands.
My father wouldn't understand
from the back of his entourage he cried
find me an oasis, find me an oasis
find me out.
There is a silver lining, a silver lining.
