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So ends another meeting
And in the time it takes to leave
Suspended in the awkward
I die a little bit
I wasn’t really listening
Prefer your place to mine
I really like those house plants
But what’s with all the pine?
What’s with all the pine?
What’s with all the pine?
And those colour-coded spines?
What’s with all the pine?
Flapping in the ether
Makes me so tired
Can someone crack a window?
Get my head out of this vice
I’m turning off my camera
But please don’t do likewise
I really like your serious face
But what’s with all the pine?
What’s with all the pine?
What’s with all the pine?
And those colour-coded spines?
What’s with all the pine?
Your life looks so together
But it’s really just like mine
One foot in front of the other
One wobble at a time
Yea it’s a little judgey
Who cares what’s on your shelves
Gotta keep my game face on
These lies won't tell themselves
What’s with all the pine?
What’s with all the pine?
And those colour-coded spines?
What’s with all the pine?
Your life looks so together
But it’s really just like mine
One foot in front of the other
One wobble at a time
One wobble at a time
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Window Pane
05:14
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I could tell it was you
The way the curtains yanked open
I can taste blood
It tastes like a coin
I could tell it was you
From the quiet complaint of the floorboard
Yea you know all the sweet spots
And I can hear your eyes
Rolling out loud
They rolling out loud
Look at this here this here window pane
I can breathe some breath and write your name
Look at this here this here window pane
I can breathe some breath and write your name
I could tell it was you
The other side of the drywall
Paper mâché and rockwool
Gossamer thin
Hairdryer on
Hairdryer off
Ablutions in song
The riptide of the morning
Pushing us along
It’s pushing us along
Look at this here this here window pane
I can breathe some breath and write your name
Look at this here this here window pane
I can breathe some breath and write your name
My work here work here is not going to last
These letters leaking rivers all down the glass
These beads, these beads on my fingertips
I lift my hand to my lips
I can hear you in there
I can see you out there
Don’t mean to be creeping
I just needed to share
And the days go on and on…
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Companero
03:08
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I must try
To work the room
To get me some moves
To play it cool
I must try
To keep it together
Two hands on the steering wheel
Keeping an even keel
You’re still sleeping
I’m just staring at your face
I guess it’s kinda creepy
But I’m in a better place
Yea I’m in a better place
The sun came up
Over the streets and the houses
Swollen with the tide of change
Rolling on the crest of a wave
There is a love
That dares to speak its name
That’s all grown up
That sees how we’re made
My friends
Companero
You’re still sleeping
I’m just staring at your face
I guess it’s kinda creepy
But I’m in a better place
If this is not heaven
Then it’s somewhere on that road
If this is not the Word of God
Then I guess he never spoke
Yea I guess he never spoke
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4. |
No Stopping Me
06:51
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Gotta find my footing
Gotta find my footing
Before I put my weight on it
When I dare to look down
When I dare to look down
Would you look at the state of it
It’s hard to get some purchase
It’s hard to get some purchase
In the crumbling face of it
These sea birds they laughing
These sea birds they laughing
Laughing as I cling to it
You’ll take someone’s eye out
With your grace and poise
All that quiet confidence
I’ve always been drawn to that
A safe pair of hands
Someone to believe in
You say that it’s nothing
A sleight of hand
An affectation
You say to be careful
No, don’t go all in
It’ll end in tears
When I hit my stride
There’ll be no stoppin me
You’re saying you got this
My head on your lap
Or heavy on your shoulder
My own beast of burden
And I thank you for that
Only for you it would be colder
Now thinking of riding my bike
My shirt wide open
Flapping like wings
Like wings behind me
When I hit my stride
There’ll be no stoppin me
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Mannequin
03:53
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I’m a mannequin
I’m bald and eyeless
I’m a mannequin
I’m waving and smiling
I’m a mannequin
Not wearing a stitch
My handbag hanging from my broken wrist
I’m a mannequin
In the saddest window
A diorama that’s seen better days
I’m a mannequin
Where’d everybody go?
My dear Emer hasn’t dressed me in an age
I’m a mannequin
Used to be a keeper
Used to be the reason that they lived or died
I’m a mannequin
Stripped to my core
I am naked, naked before the Lord
Love is the meaning!
And love, it is the means!
I’m a mannequin
I’m bald and eyeless
I’m a mannequin
I’m waving and smiling
I’m a mannequin
Not wearing a stitch
My handbag hanging from my broken wrist
I’m a mannequin
I’m yellowed by the sun
These leaves long withered
These doors too warped to close
I’m a mannequin
I’m hanging up my spurs
Oh how the sea rages, and how the fire burns
Love is the meaning!
When all is lost
And love, it is the means!
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Ringing In My Ears
05:14
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He’s capping all my teeth now
Look at this here x-ray
Doing damage in my sleep now
Clenching the night away
These places that I’m dreaming
Sitting too close to the screen
I’m on the edge of my seat now
But don’t remember what I’ve seen
Scorch the earth
Poison the water
As we bid our sorry retreat
Someday we’ll get this house in order
No ringing in my ears
But not today
All these cracks and fissures
Where the rot’s just setting in
Genetic predisposition
Nothing to do with me
If we burn up on reentry
Cos the heat shield couldn’t hold
And fortune favours no-one
Not the coward, not the bold
Scorch the earth
Poison the water
As we bid our sorry retreat
Someday we’ll get this house in order
No ringing in my ears
I’m swimming through honey
Voices slowed to a crawl
They’re leaning, they’re leering, they’re well-meaning
They’ll smother us all
But not today
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Burning
04:37
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I am the mouth of your scorn
I am the flare from my own sinking ship
In the eye of the storm
Don’t know what these people are saying
You got a hole in your heart
The seed of a fruit to feed the hunger
And the beat goes on
These hearts be sprouting new ones
I could slip between the waves
To where these words don’t reach
I can vanish like a sunset
Into the background
Once more into the breach
Well I got so good at pretending
You forgot I wasn’t there
I will keep this fire burning
And into the fire I’ll stare
I’m burning
Here at the bottom of the well
I’m keeping a different clock
Looking up I see a circle of blue sky
Help is on its way until its not
I am the mouth of your scorn
I am the flare from my own sinking ship
In the eye of the storm
It’s hard to be old and bad at something
Well I got so good at pretending
You forgot I wasn’t there
I will keep this fire burning
And into the fire I’ll stare
I’m burning
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8. |
Reveller
02:08
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Wait!
05:23
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It’s getting kinda hairy
But I’ll die upon this hill
I’ve come too far to back down
So buckle up, and lean in
I am some tulip
I’m the worried well
I know all this posing
I know I am a hard sell
But wait! Wait…
I know it’s in here somewhere
Wait! wait…
See, it’s coming around
It’s coming in hot
Coming in faster now
It’s getting kinda awkward
I don’t know what to do with my hands
I try to think of my deathbed
And how from there all this is absurd
But that doesn’t seem to work this time
So I tell you what you want to hear
All I do is a testment
And all I have is my word
But wait! Wait…
I know it’s in here somewhere
Wait! wait…
Where you going now?
Wait! Wait…
I know it’s in here somewhere
Wait! wait…
See, it’s coming around
It’s coming in hot
Coming in faster now
Come on now April
Do your worst
There’s nothing shameful
In hunger and thirst
We’ve lost the dressing room
We’ve only gone and peaked too soon
But wait! Wait…
I know it’s in here somewhere
Wait! wait…
Where you going now?
Wait! Wait…
I know it’s in here somewhere
Wait! wait…
See, it’s coming around
It’s coming in hot
Coming in faster now
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HousePlants Dublin, Ireland
HousePlants is the exciting full-fledged creative vision of two of Ireland’s most respected artists – Bell X1 frontman Paul Noonan and innovative atmospheric producer Daithí.
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