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Cocooning Heart
04:50
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Cocooning Heart
This has been an eye opener,
going crazy thinking of what to do.
I asked a friend to lend me a Moog.
In kind, he responded. Made a space
up in the attic for my head to make
some music, make it love me.
I wrote a song each day, with all
of this heart's ponderings. Kept my
expressions short and polite, just
enough to placate this heart.
I'm tired of being the one to listen,
now I'll make some music and
make it love me.
There was a simple answer to this.
I'm significantly better, now I'm
singing every letter. I know what I
want and what I want is you, and it
wouldn't be had you not wanted me
too. I'll keep filling in this space with
love to part, cause the music says
it loves me. I'll keep filling my
cocooning heart, making music
cause it loves me.
Now there's no space, between me
and what I want to sing to you.
I'm free to dance upon the horizon.
That uncomplicated line.
It never breaks, it never parts.
The same above the same below me.
I'll keep filling my cocooning heart,
making music cause it loves me.
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The kind of love that's blind.
It can take forever knowing.
The kind of love that changes.
Full of wonder and surprise.
There's beauty in the weaving,
and healing in each measured
Line. Took our own time to mend.
Navigate the space in the room.
It never denied you being,
the most colourful thread in
the loom.
The kind of love we share,
is the thread of which we're
made up. The many roads
we've wandered, every corner
a surprise. Took our own time
to mend, navigate the space
in the room. You were always
to me, the most colourful thread
in the loom.
The kind of colours I could never
find if I was looking. The ruby
in your lips. The blue that's in
your eyes. There's beauty in
the weaving and healing in
each treasured line. Took our
own time to mend, navigate the
space in the room. Never
stopped us from being the most
colourful thread in the loom.
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3. |
Shine
05:35
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I was young, I had a voice, I didn’t own it.
Because my stepfather he never encouraged it.
Because he never had the time to cry to a song.
I was young, I had a voice then didn’t want it.
And my mother only wanted me to show it.
She only ever wished that I, wished that I,
would shine.
Shine
I was young, I had a voice but didn’t grow it.
There was pressure in my life to ignore it.
I was told there wasn’t money in crying to a song.
Shine
I was young, I had a voice but didn’t need it.
There were other ways to pay my rent.
More monetary ways my time, be spent.
But all she wanted, all she wanted was for me,
to shine.
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4. |
Songs In The Back
05:37
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The pub was very small.
The face was blacmk from the
shutters drawn. There were songs
in the back, and the tap was on.
Friends taking turns, to sing
Another one.
The tunes were old and green.
Running thick with the blood
Of a rebel theme. There were
Songs from Pre-Christianity.
Verses as long as it takes to
drink another one.
I’m sorry I forgot to make it home
when I said I would.
With no desire to be that late,
gravity had a plan, a twist of fate.
Like an orbit of rock form outer space.
Destiny to collide at my own pace
Into the bar.
I’m sorry I forgot to make it home
when I said I would.
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5. |
Flying Home
06:37
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6. |
Early Morning Sun
04:21
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7. |
The Point of Disgust
05:16
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Once, I was lost
To the point of disgust
I had in my sight
Lack of vision
Lack of light
I fell hard
I fell fast
Mercy me
It'll never last
then, in the dust
All the things
We discussed
Were thrown to the wind
So at last
We begin
'cause we fall hard
We fall fast
Mercy me
It'll never last
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Ponte 25 de Abril
03:32
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9. |
The Face of The Day
05:11
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In the face of the day.
On your face the light, porcelain.
Tell me all that you have,
and you’ve let go.
What makes your day.
What puts the smile in your eyes.
What fills the whole of your life.
What makes you happy.
There’s nothing lost on me.
All the things that you’ve had.
The people who’ve been and gone.
Tell me the lot, I’ve got all my life.
What makes your night.
What puts the stars in the sky.
What lights the spark in your eye.
What makes you happy.
There’s nothing lost on me.
In the face of the day.
In the day your face, porcelain.
Tell me all you think wrong,
that you’d put right.
There’s nothing lost on me.
What makes your day.
What puts the smile in your eye.
What makes your night.
What puts the stars in the sky.
What makes your day.
What puts the smile in your eye.
What makes your night.
What puts the stars in the sky.
What fills the hole in your life.
What makes you mine.
There’s nothing lost on me.
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10. |
Singing In The Shower
05:25
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Myles O'Reilly Dublin, Ireland
Myles O'Reilly is a music documentary filmmaker, compositional ambient musician and singer-songwriter from Dublin, Ireland.
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