| Aaron McMullan 120 Removed (April Songs) (2005) |
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| The Lyrics From The Songs On 120 Removed (April Songs) All songs written by Aaron McMullan in April 2005, On account of the inspiration offered by Sinéad To whom the whole record was dedicated. Shit, how lucky is she? I Do Believe You Are The Devil (Aaron McMullan, 2005) I do believe you are the devil, Sent for to tempt me back to sin, To instil in me a pride that burns my gut deep down inside, And winds out, pouring out my skin. I do believe you are the devil, Got me bent naked for the lash, Those 120 days of Sodom heading up this way, Twisting and writhing in the ash. First hit hit her hard, felt her heart beat in her chest. Second hit hit her softly, but the third hit hit her best. First hit had her weepin from the joy between her thighs. Fourth hit fifth hit laid her down to rest someplace. Someplace behind her eyes. I made myself a blessed weapon, Built up from dirt and razor blades, I held it proudly to the heavens, Praise God for all that He has given. By His right hand I will be saved. I got behind that trickster devil, Primed for to break his bent back-bone, He turned and spied me in mid-swing, I heard his ghastly chorus sing… He spread his wings and up and off And the earth beneath me moaned. First hit hit me hardest, sent me reeling ‘gainst the walls. Second hit done smashed up my knees and it gripped me by the balls. I said “You motherfucker Satan, take your tail from out my ass.” I could not move. I lay there screaming. Twenty days passed. Twenty thirty forty days passed. Song For If I Reach Her (Aaron McMullan, 2005) Gonna take the train to Dublin town Wanna wake up in a bed that’s not my own Wanna wake up next to you and when the drunk dreams clear you’ll say to me I’m glad I didn’t wake up on my own Glory be, my Lord I’m glad I didn’t wake up on my own I wanna walk those streets that Talbot ran Every mornin’ out of guilt and ecstasy I wanna cower in the shadows from some blazin three-winged seraphim Will you throw your arms around me, for to cover me? Will you throw you arms around me, for to cover me? I wanna hear some singer in some bar someplace he’s strainin’ For to make things sound as bad as he would like An for some reason unbeknownst to me this mock angst pseudo-misery With you beside me somehow sounds alright Glory be, my Lord With you beside me somehow sounds alright Will you meet me when I step from off the train? And look at me the way you stared that camera down? Yeah my guitar, it pines for you, I couldn’t tune it if I wanted to But lust can raise some pretty, pretty sounds Glory be my lord Lust can raise some pretty, pretty sounds I wanna light your cigarette for you, And rest my head upon your lap and close my eyes And I wanna hear you sing to me, those words you write, that poetry You let me catch for half a smile, for to tantalize, Glory be my lord A line let slip just for to tantalize I wanna hold your hand and cross the Liffey bridge just cause it’s stinkin Where the rent-boys gather once the clock strikes five I wanna watch that filth and grime burn in the fires inside my mind Yeah, exorcised with every smile you pass to me Glory be my Lord It shatters with each smile you pass to me Don’t Think I’ll Sleep Tonight (Aaron McMullan, 2005) The music here depresses me, the singing's much too good Lets go dancing to some song held up by rope and stuck with gum Some song that’s sung cause there’s no choice, it’s either that or suicide It’s either clenching hold a pen or clenching hold a loaded gun I can’t watch no more, these pretty girls they know his every line And genuflect as he shuts eyes and holds his breath, and pregnant pause And what the hell’s he got that I can’t steal and claim as mine And she leans ‘gaist my ear and whispers “meet me by the broken bathroom door” And oh, don’t think I’ll sleep tonight, don’t think I slept in weeks Just memories of some time spent holding on beneath the sheet And she there smiling up at me This ghost that came and then I came and then she dressed and smiled and left I tried to write a song for you, just couple hours ago But every note just sounded hollow, every word just limped and died And I got angry and frustrated, tore the paper, snapped the pen, And it was raining, pissin, lashin, and I was sittin on the bench outside The spray-paint sign, the boarded window, letterbox nailed shut And three taps lightly on the wood and leave with pocketful of genocide I saw a man get beat to death here once, you’d think I’d run, but no, My feet embraced the wet concrete and I just stood there as they pierced his side And oh, don’t think I’ll sleep tonight, had a dream this afternoon Just daydreams of the train that I would catch if I thought Maybe you’d be waitin at the end, And kiss my cheek and I’d feel safe First time I met with Jesus it was here, just by the river, He sat down with me for couple hours, and I drank water, he drank wine And no I don’t believe he said a word, or passed remark, Till he pulled up his robe around him, said “We’ll do this shit again sometime” And standing by the bathroom door, the one that got kicked in I see her walk from out the shadows, see her eyes pierce from the shade And I do believe the music died some time ago, but I… I just took hold her hand regardless, and I danced with sweet Sinéad And oh, her smile can cut me deep, far deeper than I’d tell These spirits I can taste them, runnin’ rings around my tongue, My breath, it staggers outta me, She takes my hand and says there ain’t no reason for to cry Take me, Take me home, to your home, Your floor, Let me sleep on your floor, Let me hear the sound you make when you wake, Hung-over and wondrin’ who I am Let me explain myself to you, And I’ll apologise to you, And then you’ll smile and say “You stupid cunt I get you every time” Don’t Give No Fuck No More (Aaron McMullan, 2005) I had a woman, used to ask me to sing, No matter the song, cause it’s the voice was the thing, Then in time, that voice of mine, was just a voice, Another voice in the wind, And that burnt me some, But I don’t give no fuck no more I had a woman used to cry when I left, And when I couldn’t get back, she’d get so down and depressed, But in time, that woman a mine, well she would cry when I came, When I brought flowers to the door, And that burned me some, But I don’t give no fuck no more She’d make stories for to ‘splain why she couldn’t be with me tonight, The songs about her I wrote, through time they’d stick in my throat, For to see her indifference killed me I had a woman, least my woman had me, When she got tired of my songs, these declarations in G, Will she let me slide into the back of her cupboard someplace, Another trend to denounce, And it burned me some, But I don’t give no fuck no more, I had a woman, she cast light on my face, Then she brought tears to my eyes, but that’s no longer the case, I’m pretty settled with her, don’t think I wish her no harm nor pain, Hope she’s happy as me, I got this friend now, y’see, She’s gone an’ got me givin’ fucks again So wrap your fingers in his, I know how painful it is, When you can’t reach their hand, I know - the fingers, the touch, the hands I’m cravin’ so much, Well they’re one and twenty miles removed I had a woman, times we cried, times we laughed, An’ when I see her sometimes, with someone else, walking past, Yeah I envy him, but I envy her just as bad, Cause the link that they make, Is the link I guess I wish I could make with Sinéad So; I ain’t got time for to care, I got enough goin’ on, Thinkin’ about what Sinéad’ll maybe think a this song, But her own songs, well they’re the ones that command me most, Jus’ tryin’ to guess how they sound, How her voice might sound, How her smile might sound in the dark So don’t feel guilty or bad, the only reason I’m sad’s cause I’m wishin’ That all the things that I write in the middle of the night, to Sinéad, Wish I could whisper instead So don’t be silly or scared, just take your fella on home, No sense in both of us now spendin’ the night on our own I know those night’s crawl past when you’re there wishin you were someplace else Or someone else was with you So leave no space tween you both I know how painful that space can feel Chicks Dig Whinin’ (Aaron McMullan, 2005) Chicks dig whinin’, this I know, Their sympathetic eyes say so, And whispering to friends – “It’s true, Man, he’s so cute when he’s so blue” Chicks dig guys who fantasise, Bout helping dry her weeping eyes, And guys who choke on hateful lies, “I’m sorry! I apologise!” Chicks dig songs bout loneliness, And songs bout life that sound like death, And pausing for to catch my breath… And cough the shit from out my chest Chicks dig talk of Jesus from a fella’s not a preacher, Just some fool left to make sense of senselessness, And all my senses, They are dragging me towards her and I’m scared I’ll never reach her, Chicks dig weary resignated sighs… Chicks dig when a man can’t help but cry Chicks dig love songs, this I know, This girl I loved once told me so, Those songs for her, but more for me, Chicks dig that lovelorn misery Chicks dig how I’m so lonely, They dig it when they frighten me, Those glances blazing cross the room, Chicks dig those glances wrapped in tune Chicks dig talk of Freud from out some fella’s never read him, Cause the text insinuates he might be gay, What can I say? I only touched him cause in that red light he minded me of you Chicks dig honesty that reeks of lies… Chicks dig when I can’t look in their eyes Ballad Of The Three (Aaron McMullan, 2005) Three different TV’s in three different rooms, We’re all watchin the same fuckin show, We’re all so damn scared of someone making conversation Three different windows all facin same way, And the same sun hurts all of our eyes, From wakin’ to bed-time just station to station to station And I lift myself up from the bed… Talking a walk by the train tracks that lead me, Someplace nearer someone I crave, And someone who knows what it’s like for to love and to lie and to squander, She says she don’t know what to make of me yet, I fall so far so fast that I sometimes forget, That for some folks understandably it can take a while longer All that I’m clinging to’s dreams about reading to you, And I don’t like the book, but I know that you do, Oh, your breath deepens as you fall sleep by my side, I think maybe that might be enough for to soothe me Three different broadcasts filled with the same news, Related through six different eyes, And somewhere between them there might be some truth, but it’s damn hard to find Sometimes I think maybe I’ll phone her and ask what she’s reading, Just to hear her voice, Just see if it’s same as the voice that I credit to her in my mind Again and again, same old thoughts in my brain, Just say fuck it, and fuck this, and jump on the train, And maybe she’ll smile when she sees me or maybe, She’ll turn and walk off with the friends she brought with her… The friends who all warned her, Bout meetings with strangers, The friends who’ll say, cheer up, s’ok, they’ll go drinkin’ And singing those songs bout “I loved her, she left me, oh…” Three different melodies sayin exactly the same, Thing in much the same words, And much the same chords, and much the same well off-key voice on the top, Sometimes I’m thinking that maybe what’s wrong, Is I don’t put enough of myself in my songs, Or I don’t hold back nearly enough when I know I should stop But songs are just songs, just some thing plucked from me, And distributed via broken mp3’s, Picked in fragmented pieces from out of my throat, And my mind, and then held at arms length Sinéad (Aaron McMullan, 2005) You deserve more than a couple of chords, And someday you’ll get a symphony, Trust me. But all that I can do is strum a c or f or g for you, And maybe whine a word or two or three, We’ll see. But my words, they trip me up, And so I’m cursin screamin – Fuck, I wanna write a song for Sinéad. I wanna wrap around a G the thoughts she oh so casually inspires, With just those eyes, Sinéad But you deserve more than these couple of chords, I’m gonna learn a couple new ones for you. Something that deserves to be a part of something meant for you, Sinéad, Cause this’ll never do But till such times as maybe I can find a better way to say, “Oh, you make me smile, Sinéad” Till then I guess I’m makin’ do with just this song I wrote for you, I wish I’d something better, Sinéad And all a these thoughts got thought, got sung Got strung in verses meant for you, Sinéad And if I had a voice that could carry this tune, Then it wouldn’t hurt to sing it for you, Sinéad And no I won’t embarrass you by talking bout those eyes, The blue that burns from out the frame, Sinéad Maybe just in passing say “We’ll share a Marlboro Red one day”, If that sits fine with you, Sinéad I’d Kiss Him If He Were You (Aaron McMullan, 2005) I’d kiss him if he were you, And ask to borrow what he’s reading When he’s done with it, picked up something new I’d kiss him if he were you, Said I’d kiss him if he were you I’d touch him, let him touch me, And we’d watch The Phantom Of Liberty, And he’d probably want a drink or two, And I’d kiss him if he were you, Said I’d kiss him if he were you Oh, I tried to deny you, but it’s the truth, and I can’t deny that, Oh, just like the preachers so scared by Galileo, Can’t expect to see white where it’s blatantly black, And if she were a he’d I’d still be on my back I’ kiss him if he were you Despite the controversy, Cause my parents, well, they’d be angry as hell But still I’d kiss him if he were you, Said I’d kiss him if he were you I’d take him to movie shows, Like I’d take you to go see Amityville, And even though it’s no Amityville II, Still I’d take him if he were you, Said I’d take him if he were you Cause you, well, I can’t see how I could, Fail to be in awe of you, whether you, You were my boy or the woman who floors me, The woman I crave more each time she ignores me Oh… Mixin’ An’ A Matchin’ (Aaron McMullan, 2005) Mixin and a matchin’, one box empty, two white diamonds shine hind’ glass, And though I’m sleepy, can’t stop thinking, Can’t get dreamin’, Mixing matching Mixin’ an’ a matchin, some ones wake me, some ones take me down the stairway, Take me by trembling hand, an’ lay me in the corner an’ I stare on through the walls, Stare on through the walls, oh… Oh, I sat in parks in pouring rain an’ drank myself run ragged Oh, I sat in garden sheds and locked the doors to everyone Oh, I sat in hospitals and asked them for to stop me weepin’ I found God inside a man who swore that he was Jesus… Mixin’ and a matchin, sometimes makes me sick but fall asleep before I’m coughin o’er the side of the bed like what I’d do when I was seventeen And a matchin, on my knees an' I thank the Lord for keeping me From what I once sat mixing matching Pouring from each bottle into one that I might make fall back blinded Oh, in time I found that folks are all too glad to help a fella Maybe stood there by the chemist doors, he hasn’t shaved in weeks, His hair is matted and dishevelled, and not from any want of fashion, I found god inside the folks who said “I felt that too”… Mixing and a matching just gone five don’t think I’ll wake till dark tomorrow Wake when all my friends are just returnin' to their wives And I will think about the wife I almost had, but for the fear of growing up I let her slip away, but I’m not bitter, I’m relieved, Not bitter I’m relieved, oh… Oh, the person that I was back then was far too old had to be Dragged onto the road to scare himself back to the age he’s meant to be, My head was weary and I slept and I woke up and then The first thing that I heard was a message on my mobile phone… “Don’t you stay up all night writing, now…” Couple Dreams Is All (Aaron McMullan, 2005) Take a hold my hand, let’s jump off from off this bridge, It’s not so high, the water’s not so cold, Go diving to the bottom of this river, come up younger, I was frightened of my youth and grew too old So lets go diving to the bottom of this river just to see what’s there to find I can taste the sun and it feels lonely on my tongue, I can feel that sun stretch for your eyes, I can taste the breeze, I taste this sweet October air, Autumn things are fixing for to sleep and for to die, Autumn things they envy us, for us, well we still reek of summer time Once I had a lover, but in time we grew apart, So I spent my days sat reading, so forlorn, Once I had a love and watched it choke itself to death, But I can’t see much reason for to mourn Mourn the passing of a sickness when a brand new high is swirlin’ in my soul Terrifying visions rise and flare and dissipate, And then there’s nothing, and I’m wondering what’s worse? But sometimes I can see you stood where once was only ruin, Where once no more than cracked and bleeding earth, And you put your arms around me, and you kiss me, I’m complete and I am whole Clichés they will come and those same clichés they will go, I grab a hold the sentiments they seek to share, I tried so many times to wrap those sentiments in rhyme, I grab a hold a them, an turn to let you hear, but you’re not there , I grab a hold of what they mean to say and say it just as dismally Sittin on the stones and watching stars burn overhead, Wonderin’ if you’re looking at them too? Yeah, I’m on my own, but I’m not lonely, I know someplace, You are smiling and I close my eyes and that’s good enough, that thought of you, Enough to keep me dreaming and in dreams sometimes you sit with me © Aaron McMullan / Mondo Irlando 2005 Whatever you do, don’t forget to Fling An Email Of Some Sort. Thanks folks. |
