The level of craft that went into this repeatedly blows me away. I feel every second of it every time I view it. A masterpiece in my ears and eyes. Well done sir.
At the Church of St Barbara beyond the good village She came, she came with the Fifth Empire smelling of oranges. I placed my "Beginner’s Guide To Bravery" on the lip of the mountain And planted a flag, a white flag at the belly of the moment. C’mere! I met the King of Ethiopia atop a double decker bus this mornin’ bright and early. Speaking with his hands he severed heads Wearing the uniformed frown of Na Buachaillí Dána A speech impediment he inherited from a childhood trauma Then through the open window wide A little moth came floating through This inebriated angel brought forth news of you I made a wish into a 10th Century well (2) That the hunger will be nourished have it’s fill and be fed We could step out liberated from the subterfuge of lead Silly words come spilling from the spout Dawken, dawken take the sting of the nettle out She spits tobacco wisps from her upper class lower lip While me, happy as Lazarus back from the dead, lying on the bed Plucking the grey hairs from his curly head. Playing Snakes and Ladders on your body Snakes and Ladders on your body It’s becoming a hobby God she’s listening in the lobby As we play Snakes and Ladders on your blessed body Placing my hand atop your breastplate The murmuration of your heart sends a shock through your silken skin The sizzling surf comes rolling in Ah the reason for me being here has been buried in your garden But I am on the mitch from the tyranny of the self for “One Night Only” And in your medieval arms I think of nothing except Chavez And Our Immaculate Conception and the ritualistic nature of it all As we play Snakes and Ladders on your body Snakes and Ladders on your body it’s becoming a hobby God she’s listening in the lobby The fool for giving up the folly and the simple act of saying sorry Snakes and Ladders on your body Snakes and Ladders on your body it’s becoming a hobby God she’s listening in the lobby While we play Snakes and Ladders on your blessed body Then in a feckless reckless act I succumbed and wept into your chest The moon her face plastered in make-up watches a tear trickle down your nipple The past is but a faulty memory and there are worst things than dying a death kid Listen the Gregorian chanting, listen! You hear the ringing of the bells? If you see the King of Ethiopia tell him I was asking for him I hear he’s lost his faith in public transport But he’s found himself a new direction He’s down below, dressed head to toe, in ceremonial clothes On the Garvaghey Road Holding a sign which reads “You Can’t Fight The Flow” The man is hitchhiking towards heaven While we play Snakes and Ladders on your body….. Make a wish for me at the 10th Century Well.... Especially for fans of this masterpiece just like me. ;)
The level of craft that went into this repeatedly blows me away. I feel every second of it every time I view it. A masterpiece in my ears and eyes. Well done sir.
Was able to hear this song twice at Rockwood Music Hall last year. He just leaves you transfixed...amazing.
His songwriting is so inspiring and eye-opening. Wonderfully done, David.
It just makes you want to ensure that every single person ,that you know, listens to him
This is just superb. Inspired writing.
I heavily agree .
So, so, so much to digest in this song. An amazing piece of work!
At the Church of St Barbara beyond the good village
She came, she came with the Fifth Empire smelling of oranges.
I placed my "Beginner’s Guide To Bravery" on the lip of the mountain
And planted a flag, a white flag at the belly of the moment.
C’mere!
I met the King of Ethiopia atop a double decker bus this mornin’ bright and early.
Speaking with his hands he severed heads
Wearing the uniformed frown of Na Buachaillí Dána
A speech impediment he inherited from a childhood trauma
Then through the open window wide
A little moth came floating through
This inebriated angel brought forth news of you
I made a wish into a 10th Century well (2)
That the hunger will be nourished have it’s fill and be fed
We could step out liberated from the subterfuge of lead
Silly words come spilling from the spout
Dawken, dawken take the sting of the nettle out
She spits tobacco wisps from her upper class lower lip
While me, happy as Lazarus back from the dead, lying on the bed
Plucking the grey hairs from his curly head.
Playing Snakes and Ladders on your body
Snakes and Ladders on your body
It’s becoming a hobby
God she’s listening in the lobby
As we play Snakes and Ladders on your blessed body
Placing my hand atop your breastplate
The murmuration of your heart sends a shock through your silken skin
The sizzling surf comes rolling in
Ah the reason for me being here has been buried in your garden
But I am on the mitch from the tyranny of the self for “One Night Only”
And in your medieval arms I think of nothing except Chavez
And Our Immaculate Conception and the ritualistic nature of it all
As we play Snakes and Ladders on your body
Snakes and Ladders on your body it’s becoming a hobby
God she’s listening in the lobby
The fool for giving up the folly and the simple act of saying sorry
Snakes and Ladders on your body
Snakes and Ladders on your body it’s becoming a hobby
God she’s listening in the lobby
While we play Snakes and Ladders on your blessed body
Then in a feckless reckless act I succumbed and wept into your chest
The moon her face plastered in make-up watches a tear trickle down your nipple
The past is but a faulty memory and there are worst things than dying a death kid
Listen the Gregorian chanting, listen! You hear the ringing of the bells?
If you see the King of Ethiopia tell him I was asking for him
I hear he’s lost his faith in public transport
But he’s found himself a new direction
He’s down below, dressed head to toe, in ceremonial clothes
On the Garvaghey Road
Holding a sign which reads “You Can’t Fight The Flow”
The man is hitchhiking towards heaven
While we play Snakes and Ladders on your body…..
Make a wish for me at the 10th Century Well....
Especially for fans of this masterpiece just like me. ;)
@Cormac Coulter They are in the video ;-)
One of the greatest songs ever written .
4:44 nice to hear his lower range. Very impressive
Speechless...
Love your music and your words that you put to song. Amazing!
I love him so much. I could listen to him sing all day. And that accent? Hell I could listen to him talk all day.
Ireland's greatest.
Nice
Gorgeous!