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The Silken Same

by TheSilkenSame

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1.
PARIS, CITY OF LOVERS Do you remember that fateful trip we took my love, to Paris, city of lovers. You wanted to sit there, smoke and drink coffee like Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir. You said you wanted to see beauty, so I sang the most beautiful song that I knew. And I caught a flicker of the girl that I once know and the woman that would understand me. I lost you deep in the architecture, in a church on the hill of Montmartre. You follow the lines of the Byzantine arches and I follow you like a lamb to the slaughter. And there in a chapel of solemn adoration where in lay, the divine and the devout. They sat and watched a heathen light a candle and never blow it out. That’s enough for today now, take me back to that smoky old hearth, and the room that we came to, all of a mile from the Donegal border. Where we chatted to strangers, and the locals too fond of their porter. It wouldn’t be Paris, ah what more did we need when we had each other. I know Paris long ago love, was that city on the magazine covers. Like the ghosts that adorn her halls, Paris only allows you to love her. She’ll watch a river of people flowing, pool at her feet in the city. They come for the romance, long for the pictures. The image that no lens can find. Oh she’ll love you and leave you behind. That’s enough for tonight now, take me back, palm in your hand. To that old treasured schoolhouse, a mile and a half from the Donegal border. Where we talked to each other and we happily, let the day get away from us. It wouldn’t be Paris, sure what more did we need, when we had each other.
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MONARCH MAGICIANS A mystery flight in the evening of the summer, we’ll hide from the rain, and overspend the winter. So gather every wing and catch the warm rising and rise up from this ancient home and journey to another. Autumn fills the air and how can they resist, to keep the thinkers thinking and all the dreamers dreaming. And shards fill the sky, for nature’s great event. A broken chapel window, the world to circumvent. The monarch magicians, like feathers on the breeze. They live and die and find their way back to the same trees. Four worlds carried, on the prettiest of wings. With graceful ease, they catch the breeze, and find the trees.
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Exile 06:02
EXILE We’ve agreed, my wife and me that we would leave the past over us. And journey south, to counter weigh. So I remain only sentenced in bold print. And our plan to bear another, will emancipate us here. Hear the tales of my exile. But you’ll not be hearing from me, or seeing me. The flair and heat of the carnival street, their sallow bodies cry. And could you imagine being anywhere else but here. For here is the future and there is then, for him for her and me. It was born as the heist for the dreamer, who’s sunburned on the breeze. It’s a cross to bear and a line to tow, for the reckless and culpable so and so. Where the day never ends and the night wont start. And the son’s never quiet in the silent parts. So we’ll be here, my wife and me. The walls and rivers they will keep us safe within. And doesn’t this, seem strange to him, we never talk about our home or origin. My little son, he’s my protector, he’s assumed a role that’s mine. Hear the tales of my exile. But you’ll not be hearing from me, or seeing me.
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BACK TO KILTORMER With a mind for courtin’ we’d head out, to Finn’s on the corner. On the second Thursday of the month, back to Kiltormer. These roads I know, will take me on a journey home, like a tune I’ve know before. Among the faces in the fading light, I struggle to find her. When two eyes lit so bright, and to the parlour, and some nights it seems, written for the fool like me to let our love run free. And if I could could ever regret, to jumbled up lines and mistakes that I haven’t made yet. And if I’d get the chance again. Forgive me my darling, I’ll give you fair warning, but I’ll not let this moment pass. For inside a moment, it won’t last forever. But together we can take our chance. No calls for whiskey or for stout, no one’s took to the porter. As one by one they filter out, lead each other on the dance floor, and as they danced the band played, to the pressed shirts and pomade, to the brightly coloured shades and the twirling nylon. I take your hand at the turn of a reel, that will set us in motion for whatever comes and what will. And will I get the chance again. Forgive me my darlin’ I’ll give you fair warning. But I’ll not let this moment pass. For inside a moment, it won’t last forever, but together we can take our chance.
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THAT’S HOW IT GOES Sure that’s how it goes, that’s the way of it. You’ll give someone your heart, and they’ll sidle away with it. That stretch in the evening had a touch of your Autumn gold. And I thought you’d be calling here forever, in my innocence I thought you would be here forever. Well if it’s truth that you’ll want then the truth it won’t kill me. And if it’s killing you’ll want, you best murder me and be on your way. And if you should ask me now, as if I was a stranger. Instead of embracing me, in your warm Autumnal way. You sang in the sunshine, I sang here in the snow, how was I to know, thought it’d always be you and me here together, in my innocence I thought, you would be here forever. And if we should part and if I should leave this place behind, it’s well I’d return to that Autumn in my mind.
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TIME PAINTED TODAY Time painted today, I watched it all happen. It’s not often I would but today I was still. And time grafted today, into something beautiful. And it was one rock to another, one jut to the other, for everyone. On a canvass made of water, with giant brush strokes, painted by the sun. And while I was away, the picture goes and changes. And steals my happiness and daubs the pages. And those that are sat down and listening from the pews. And I feel ten foot tall, just thinking of you. And now you’re lying on the strand, and wishing planes off to America, and you’re dreaming under the stars and close the smiling eyes forever.
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BOTTLES IN THE CORRIB I know it doesn’t make much sense to sit and write you this song. It’s but a week since I met you, but I think you’d understand. You know the way the mind can wander and come back with a plan. Take a simple pleasure like a walk down by the ocean, with your foot upon the white sand, your foot upon the strand. Reminds me of a simple song, I sang when I was young. My heart was full of wishes, that never did become more than the coppers of a local fountain, or the bottles we hurled in the Corrib. We had barely kicked and turned again to face the Claddagh. And you said the love I need is the familiar, the love of family draws me home.

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released June 1, 2019

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