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song of roeland
03:35
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I stand here
dressed up in drag
like my mam wouldn’t recognise me anymore
I lie here
it’s sad but it’s real, I’m drained
but I wouldn’t want it any other way
I’m crying, I guess that is lie
when you join a cult-like chosen family for a fortnight
please tell me more
I don’t know what to say
no I’m not from around here, but thanks anyway
it’s sad to say, I cannot stay
I best be moving on
it’s sad to say, I cannot stay
dún do chláb a phleidhce
and so you’ve found love
no better aphrodisiac than another tongue
it’s quite ironic,
you have all the words
still it’s hard to describe just where it will hurt
it is mad but also a fact
the performance improves when it’s less of an act
it’s iconic the love one can share
for the dance and the song and the dress and the
it’s sad to say, I cannot stay
I best be moving on
it’s sad to say, I cannot stay
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2. |
sink
03:11
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Dive in, we’ve waded here long enough
And so it begins, we’ll sink, drift and feel the sun
I’ll bite my tongue, hold my breath
We’ll see what comes and what we’re left
Touch, salt patterns stain your top,
No matter how far I can swim, it’ll never be good enough
And I’ll bite my tongue, taste the flesh,
We’ll see what comes, what is next
Sun burn all down my neck,
The scrub of the sand and the salt stings as I lie on my back
I’ll bite my tongue, hold my breath
We’ll see what comes and what is next,
And I’ll bite my tongue, taste the flesh,
We’ll see what comes, what is left
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3. |
weile waile
05:39
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There was an old woman, she lived in the woods
Weile weile waile
There was an old woman, she lived in the woods
Down by the river Saile
She had a baby three months old
Weila weila waile
She had a baby three months old
Down by the river Saile
She had a penknife long and sharp
Weila weila waile
She had a penknife long and sharp
Down by the river Saile
She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart
Weila weila waile
She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart
Down by the river Saile
There were three loud knocks came knocking on her door
Weila weila waile
Three loud knocks came knocking on her door
Down by the river Saile
It was two policeman and a man
Weila weila waile
Two policeman and a man
Down by the river Saile
They took her away and they put her into jail
Weila weila waile
They took her away and they put her into jail
Down by the river Saile
They put a rope around her neck
Weila weila waile
They put a rope around her neck
Down by the river Saile
They pulled the rope she got hung
Weila weila waile
They pulled the rope she got hung
Down by the river Saile
Well that was the end of the woman in the woods
Weila weila waile
And that was the end of the baby too
Down by the river Saile
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4. |
september
03:31
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Early September, you looked the part
With my head on your shoulder
All dressed up for mass
With sandwiches made of equal parts love and pride
A cup and some stale bread as a symbol for life
Bit by bit as we figure it out
Leaning into our every doubt
Step by step as we figure it out
Relying on instinct as much as we need to
Early September, I look the part
With my hand on your shoulder
Never apart
School days have come, you grow up and you’re gone
It hurts how you’re yearning to run far from home
Bit by bit as we figure it out
Leaning into our every doubt
Step by step as we figure it out
Relying on instinct as much as we need to
Bit by bit as we figure it out
Learning more than I could care about
Step by step as I stumble about
Relying on instinct, there’s nothing to worry about
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5. |
records
03:49
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the records my love
sit on the shelf
appraise themselves to our good health
and all that’s written
for better for worse
we’ll one day forget
or so I’ve heard
as time rushes past
it’s distorting the lines
of all the scenes we’ve played in our lives
you’re no poet at acting I’m worse
should we burn it all, for what it’s worth
I can’t, in short, it hurts
as time rushes past
it’s distorting the lines
of all the scenes we’ve played in our lives
you’re no poet at acting I’m worse
should we burn it all, for what it’s worth
I can’t, in short, it hurts
my fingers are numbed from the layers of dirt
as they pile up with every page that I turn
I read every letter no matter how long
a manual on how to live with someone
please now love could you give me some help
it’s a pretty poor story or I’m not telling it well
turning the pages, turn around for ages
line after line and then read them again
thousands of rivers with stories so old
such a waste and a shame that they never get told
instead go *lilting*
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keun Leuven, Belgium
keun is the lofi-folk moniker of Leuven-based multi-instrumentalist Bert Aernouts. His songs are heavily influenced by both traditional folk artists and contemporaries as well as lofi, indie and post-rock. Having composed for theatre and other projects, keun is his return to his first love. His debut EP ‘hi nice bye’ is out now on pret records. ... more
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