| Aaron McMullan - 75mg (2005) |
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| The Lyrics From The Songs On 75mg by Aaron McMullan All songs written by Aaron McMullan in 2005. Blue From Black (Aaron McMullan, 2005) There’s a drunk queen waxin, black eyes whisperin Says “Ten quid, quick one off the wrist” An there’s a priest twisted wi’ ECT, Those madmen hind his eyes keep makin eyes at me So I’m contemplatin leavin, I got thoughts hung wretched side my mind Oh, back street bedrooms, cum-soaked sidewalks, Tell tale bruises base a my spine… An a song spat cross the room, bled raw, bled beautiful An I tasted every line Tasted like Tuesday nights spent coughin up bad memories Faces to the left an right an ahead a me, Well they faded with the twisted snarl inside a me Blue from black in front a me Woody Guthrie rollin cigarettes by train-tracks stretchin other side Of a fistful sleepers, bound up blinded, Ease me, yes, I’m driftin for a time An I heard them singin some old rebel song, means nothing to no-one anymore Just a flick-knife whisper cut cross history Slogan scrawled cross shit house door Oh, and the queen done propositioned me, He had a song he sang to me Was a tattered love song, ode to someone chewed the soul from outta him But the song that snared my senses, yeah, Wasn’t his, was someone else’s, yeah And I can’t recall a single line, An I never heard that song again Go Fuck Yourself (Aaron McMullan, 2005) With the dark hair, With the red lines, With the tattoo at the base of her spine With the blue eyes following me (Are they following me?) Walkin’ By the DJ And the room gets that bit smaller with each record that he plays Until there’s nothing but the rhythm an her smile An’ I say, “Maybe we could step outside a while?” She says “Go fuck yourself, it’s freezing, It’s five AM, I think my friends an I are leavin, Cause the melodies are hurtin my eyes, There’s a taxi parked across the road outside…” An so I’m standing By the back wall An they’re playing something off of some Peel Session by The Fall And there’s nobody singing along… Cept for this girl, she’s got a Misfits t-shirt on… And I watch her And she sees me, And by the time the record’s changed she’s brought her drink over beside me Says “I like the way you dig the way I dance… If I was sober, mind, you wouldn’t have a chance” “But let’s go fuck ourselves insane, dear Fuck the music, we both know that’s why we came here And I, figure probably you Well, you’ll just have to do Cause dawn’s already creeping cross the puke across the street outside” Fragments. Shades. Sketches. (Aaron McMullan, 2005) Natalie grabs hold a my guitar, and she says no, I don’t need no song, it’s best you stop your singin’ I don’t want you linin me ‘longisde those other loves in G With all those middle-eight obsessions, all those other off-key women So I’m singing bout the night and bout the dawn Yeah I lost track a which one eases me to sleep And on the other side a 2 AM I’m talking to this girl, my friend, Sometimes comparing wounds, sometimes she’ll fix me when I bleed And I don’t know if I belong here, but I’m hangin round a while And makin notes of every movement in the symphonies behind her smile It’s a shade of masochism Caught in fragments off a Grafton Street Conversation with a hooker ‘hind the tavern toilet doors And yeah she separates my legs from where she’s sat there on the floor And I said no, I just want words is all, I’ll pay And so she’s talking like this girl I knew from the house beside the motorway And my friend sits down beside me in the university And though her smile’s been sleepin, still she says she’ll wake it up for me And in return I say I’ll thank her in a song Where the melodies are awkward, and the lines go on for far too long And I dreamt I was as Job and in the heavens all directions I saw God, I saw The Devil, and they compete for my affections And I say no, cause I been smiling And I dig the change it brings in me Sad Song Sung (Aaron McMullan, 2005) I heard a fella singing songs about some sweet torment or other A bitterness so beautiful he starts to weep And every scream, It is a cause for celebration, and he hammers those chords harder Takes a special kinda smile to pierce a fella’s soul that deep… I saw a drunken priest stood spittin off the roof a some cathedral And he’s roaring with delight with every jagged rock gets flung At him By folks stood down below, and then he lifts his robe, he’s pissed on them, Says “Fuck you, I was nothing, I was no-one, now I’m someone!” And I heard a sad song sung by someone high on hurt A blessed misery lay at the base of every spine of every word An open wound, a senseless pride An fag-burn raw, an still inside He tastes her name, and with her name to taste He’ll never know true loneliness I saw a bonfire that’s been raging for a fortnight, Flames that skit along the sides a buildings, Flames that lick the sky, And in the alley, Huddled round a fallen streetlight, someone stood flinging sonnets To the black smoke sweepin cross him, sweepin through him, passing by And there’s a monument for someone long forgotten, some musician, Someone wrote a couple words one time, some chief or politician, What they represent means more than who they are or who they were, It’s some idea we can get behind, some sin that we can share And I saw a purple glow swell from the silence tween the sad songs sung I felt a hand take hold a mine neath pitch-black twisted noon-day sun I watched as promises collapsed And lain bent-broken on their backs They coughed out memories Much the same as night-time coughs out mornin I heard a conversation held some August mornin’, An the words crossing his tongue, Tasted like kerosene set light behind his lips And when they leave him, she will catch them, He will curse them, she will keep them, Sayin’ “What you feel is special, but it’s yours, that’s all it is” Drawing pictures with my finger on the window, this is me And this here fella up above me, this is who I wanna be, And who I used to be was sat right at my feet, but he’s since gone, And you’re the window all dimensions and all shades a me are scrawled upon And yes, the last refrain, And everybody sings though no-one knows the words, Thread it together from the last few lines they think they heard There’s talk of smiles and empathy And talk of masochistic glee The kinda comfort found only in deepest, richest misery Sinéad In Savage Purple (Aaron McMullan, 2005) She smokes in the dark behind my eyes, My eyes sunk blackened in my head, My head sunk sleepless someplace ‘thin the bed Ahead a me, a sprawling white-wash tapestry Sebastian, he smiles at me, Yes, as the arrows pierce him, still he smiles And he says “This don’t feel so bad…” Oh, here in the dark beneath these sheets, I watched a play performed by spirits midst the twisting waves of heat And when the play was through, I had a wakin dream a you, Yeah dreams all I have, and they speak wordless in your voice And with St. Augustine one mornin’ at the road-side With the day around us pulsing, bathed in melancholic dew, The sun it parted, just a moment, by request a gold-spun angels, In the cracks between the rays I heard them sing for you… I wrote a song about your eyes, A dozen lines for every time I thought bout your eyes meeting mine And when the song was done, your smile, it spawned another one, Your hair, some melody was so divine, I knew that melody weren’t mine Where once was nothing, less than nothing hind my smile Now sits Sinéad in savage purple, an I sing to her sometimes, An though I know I don’t deserve to speak her name, I can’t forget That it is all I’ll ever have of her, I’ll take what I can get And this don’t feel so bad… In The Mornin’ I’ll Be Gone (Aaron McMullan, 2005) Look now, can’t you see it, hung on twilight, hung in sheets It screams in manic tongues and changes colour in the heat, And yes, I spent this past week waitin for a line to fit the song An’ I’ll grab hold it while I’m standin, In the morning I’ll be gone Her head upon my shoulder, she was singin’ in her sleep, Some breathless song bout memories that have been colourin her dreams And words that can’t mean anything the other side a dawn Words as wind just passin In the morning they’ll be gone Nothin’ but the melody, an old refrain been teasin me (Oh, dear God beside me I am strainin’) Nothin’ but her eyes on me, been hauntin me, inspiring me (Oh dear God beside me she is everything) Shotgun sentiments done blew my senses out my head Venom tongues tight round my wrists, an pinned down to the bed, An tears carved deep across these masks I’ve worn for so damn long And crumbling now around me In the morning they’ll be gone Dreams bout eyes cross Liffey waters, eyes still stirring me I saw the sky painted in shades a her, I tasted her inside a me Her name rings out in every off-key chord in every song An yes I’m leavin, I am leaving In the morning I’ll be gone The moonlight splits the trees and scars the ground that I am lyin on (And oh, her fingers touch me, I can feel her fingers touch me) An yes my feet are craving for to walk cross stones I’ve yet to crawl upon (An somewhere I can feel the breath caress her body) Song Just For Tonight (Aaron McMullan, 2005) Sunlight scares you, the sunlight will not hurt you, Yeah, it hurts to hear you cry I wish I was fit to ease you The night will take me No, the night will soothe you The night will swell inside you I won’t leave you till you ask No, I’ll sit here by the bed, dear, with these photographs And you Well I just hope your dreams can touch you like I tried Someone’s holding you in memories Much closer than I’ll ever be So yeah, some day soon I will leave But not tonight Somethin hurt you, something got you bleeding Yeah, but it’s been healin for a year now Maybe more Just that sometimes I think maybe feelin something Well it sure beats feelin nothing So I’ll go pickin at the wounds And then from some place, somewhere, sometime I catch glimpses of promises Promises I took for granted, and yeah, I miss them And so I’m scared to let you in Just like you’re scared to push me out It’s gonna happen someday soon But not tonight Will you hold me? Just a second? Yeah, I’ll hold you An I’m tryin not to tell you how safe you make me feel She fell asleep against my shoulder Felt her dreamin And I tried to keep from cryin Least I was done before she woke And when she woke up, yeah she kissed me and took my hand Said thank you And I said nothing, but yeah I need her, And yeah, I’m scared Cause she needs someone to depend upon I’m dependent upon her She needed me just then But maybe not tonight City Country City (Aaron McMullan, 2005) City smells of paperbacks rolled up in jacket pockets, Paperbacks that serve to say “Yes I’m well read, now will you fuck me?” City smells of lonesome singers singing lonesome songs In a barroom where the shadows they grow longer with each note he fails to catch The city smells of you, woke up in dope-sick stupor, I’m here, I lay awake in case you needed me For when I fall asleep I’m hard to shake, what with the pills I have to take To force the dreams back to the bottom of the arsehole of my mind Country smells of taunting spiteful train-tracks, And the faces that peer out along the way to somewhere I’m afraid to go Smells of sun-bleached stones and sitting out reading de Sade On April evenings, with the dusk accentuating every syllable The country smells of hope, of hope for progression Progression, and I will progress in spite of what I say, Country smells of memories and words that I might speak Or I might sing to you, if you were not so fuckin far away City pierces sky, country hugs the dirt, and I here someplace in-between, Not quite the wind, not quite the soil, City reeks of loves I long to gain, the country, loves that I destroyed And destroyed all that they had touched, and they touched me, they silenced me The night-time smells of scheming and of plotting, In the morning it’s forgotten, For the morning smells of cold reality The night-time is that city and that sky with stars obscured by neon etchings From the gutters to the rooftops, never dimmin, never die Never dimmin, never die First Flight Grounded (Aaron McMullan, 2005) In silence, in dreamtime, and passin’ like ash tipped an cast on the breeze by the sea I watched as she stepped off the platform, and drying her eyes, she smiled softly at me, And I lost in longing, and eyes just as red, and with tears weaving rings on my sleeve, And all around the hum of first flight grounded Biting her lip, she’s refusing to sit by the window, refusing to bow To the clichéd and cloying ideas and images floodin’ my weary mind now Sat empty, exhausted and straining for chords and for melodies fit for to tell Of sad eyed smiles and sad eyed songs sung poorly… She sat reading Burroughs in parks painted Autumn, by trees bent and broken with age And notin’ down lines that may soothe her in time, on receipts tucked in tween every page And startled by ghosts singing songs long forgotten, I woke, I just lay for a while Watching the walls, and the night-time slowly fading These pills, oh, they tease me, with memories, with glimpses of nights lost to sleep and to dreams, And now, eyes that dart from the window and back to the static that scars TV screen, Then shivering, now sweating, and still pills do nothing but rattle gainst bone, and this thirst never settles And will never settle, and will never rest nor diminish Caught visions of loves etched in promise an hope an of loves just as real spun in lies An loves that run squealing in sonnets and stories someplace at the back of my eyes And songs that I’ve written spread out cross the table, they seem so removed from me now, Just words and thoughts from some place lost to memory I caught a train headed for someplace, some city where nobody knew me nor cared And there, I sat reading on pavements and knowing that here I can be anywhere And I’m choosing to be with the spirits of times slain in terrible rage, these times help me to cherish Each morning I wake and I’m thankful for the waking 3a.m And Head Gone Reelin (Aaron McMullan, 2005) 3a.m and head gone reelin, squealing screaming ‘hind my eyes Clenchin pen and words spat blindly, and nothin’ calms nor pacifies She’s gone barefoot walkin’ down past waters soured in the heat Her every step teasing the street And humming songs I never found And songs she found in lovelorn pockets some place bruised within her mind, Some dream, some weeping waking memory she’s reaching for sometimes, Something complete and beautiful she once let rise from off her tongue And deeds once done or once undone, well… Now eulogised and blessed with rhyme I dream a man stood by the boat-lake, reading Blake by water-side, An clothes stuck fast to swollen skin, where all the piss has dried He holds a bottle, holds the image of his angel she’s reflected in the glass She said “I’m leaving” as I passed, Don’t think he heard her, I just sighed… I just sighed an on my way… 3: 29 and still sat dreamin, never sleepin, never still, And friends now faceless, friends now silent, see and hear them, always will, Times spent shakin, drunk and naked on some hotel bathroom floor, And trembling hands push shut the door, Some things a fella can’t let go… I stood drunk on summer pavings, watched the girls watching parades, Lust-soaked breath in tavern toilets, warms my neck, then she’s away, Became a song, some melody bears no relation to her now, Nor me, but singing it, somehow, Still feel her finger ‘gainst my lip… Against my lip, she’s nowhere now… Some Saturday sat in a chapel, no one else but me and Christ, And if not Christ, at least a peace, at least that beautiful soft light, At least a hint of something knowing me by name and by intent, And knowing that when I repent, well, Least to myself I will not lie And notebook screamin’, “Leave me be, I’ve nothing left for you to scar”, And one last note bout distances, once seemed so close, now seem so far, Like if some hand I wish that I could hold’s impossible to reach, Don’t matter it’s just down the street, Or one and twenty miles away… © Aaron McMullan / Mondo 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