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The Architect
03:10
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Don’t leave me here alone
Coloured water fountains and statues of a lady
Cobble stone streets and theres flowers on the pavement
With a pretty cigarette and a big old moon
A lovely little dress, white scare, black coal eyes swoon
Don’t say goodbye to me, describe the sky to me
Cos’ our flame will burn like the torch in miss Liberty’s
Hands, She calls on Artemis to make amends of this mess
Everlasting protection, now just give me a kiss
Don’t leave me here on my own
Cos’ you know I’ll just come running to the Iron Gate Hotel
We’ll go and make it all make sense
We’ll live for art and forget about the rest
All these gargoyles and marble arch and catacombs
Will be the lovely backdrop to our cobble stone road home
Don’t leave me here on my own
Cos’ you know I’ll just come running to the Iron Gate Hotel
There is not a building on earth, any had could craft
Theres this little joint round town
That we will one-day own
Well put plants all on the balcony
Grow cactus and bust symphonies
From my vinyl collection
I stole from university
Prague has never been so sweet
As when your standing next to me
In 100 years with a thousand men and a good sense of art
That comes close to your beauty
No architect could ever reach that high
Don’t leave me here on my own
Cos’ you know I’ll just come running to the Iron Gate Hotel
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Broken Fiddle
02:46
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this is the tail of a crooked nail
she the hammer that bent me off my trail
she take the place of heaven and love
from the days when I sing to white doves
with a creamy flipped sweet suckle kiss
she took all my money and chained my wrists
live for moments of hair, mud and nails
between my legs she put my wagging tail
from the days when I sing to white doves
on my arms she re-wrote the stairs
in an infectious neon-light dirt orchestra
and everyones sister is sailing to the moon
in a hope of a dream, a drop of G-d’s spittle
a turn of a wheel, that isn’t so little
a way to live that isn’t a riddle
a saxophone not a broken fiddle
a saxophone not a broken fiddle.
it’s true these days shake insecurity
thats why I want to know if I was free
when I was younger and more naive
so I’m not gonna just think and exist
I'm gonna turn, change and resist
cos I’d swear I’d kill anyone who’d do you harm
and if it were I, I’d rather die
this is the pain behind my charm
she looks through my eyes and whispers soft alright
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Go That Low
03:03
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did you really have to go that far babe, did you really have to go that far?
did you really have to go that low babe, did you really have to go that low?
5 years spent and you don't mention a thing
you've built a castle in your mind made of false sin
I spent years wichu pretending to be kin
and even your best don't pick up the shit you spin
all the bunnies just said
"hey! that's funny she crazy lately, with the games she playin"
and I can't believe what Dr. D must think of me
cuts me deep, he's a framed picture of what i'm gonna be
you went and stole a father from me,
and you think leaving the band is what cut me deep!
anyhow enough chow, I'm a sinister child
I got blues in my veins and my spirit is wild.
did you really have to go that far babe, did you really have to go that far?
did you really have to go that low babe, did you really have to go that low?
well yes, ahh yes its easy, easy funding freedom when the funds are flowing freely and yes, yeah she easy, its easy to see who of us is sleazy.
what's it to you? tell us the truth
I can tell you the truth it's that i've been there for you
my heart is blue but i push on through
and I told your father that I'll look out for you
and it's easy under water to give chaos a border but you know what?
your theories flawed cos'
music is water you know what my proof is?
besides the fact that Knaan gone and wept it
besides the fact that religion cannot mess with it
music is an ocean of a greater well of consciousness
music is the platform for which love can now manifest
shame you never got past all the shallow shit
did you really have to go that low babe, did you really have to go that low?
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Black Dog
03:25
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I don't want no weed more.
floating like a sea horse
I don't wanna see more
be poor, why'd I wanna be for
I don't want no evil, leave yawl
while Im on the sea floor
lets take a detour
I'm going down where you find it,
sun is smiling
hearts are shining
ride the wave despite the weather.
make up your your mind
let it ride and
through life we fight,
make it through this all together.
one for all, all for one.
fighting for a freedom but with no gun
see a brother with a burden take it on
I want to live with a method that makes life song.
I seen it, on the edge of the blade
and throughout the yellow windows with wooden windowpanes
so I'll make it quick, and make it plain -
sometimes I send a little pain my way
but I don't mind it, don't mind it
unless I hold it, gotta hold it
gotta find it, but not fight it
I want to find a way to make this come together
and Im sorry for what you been through
and Im sorry for what it made you
but I need you, I wont bleed you
no black dog can live forever
it's over they don't know me
I've got Blue Hands and they'll mould me
cuffed up on the bath, beat like mead
throw me to the ground n my knees bleed
I know it's over and I know it's wasted
I spent years at work and then went and erased it
Ian Kouis your a true bitch
your balls are smaller than my fingertips
but I over it, water under bridge
least now I got a passion to live
I like a stone thats rolling a bootleg coda
full of carbon like soda.
sometimes I wish that my page could be folded,
locked away so I no longer known it, my history be a pedigree
purer than a honeybee
and I know the scolding makes me strong and moulded,
G-d will place his hands on my soul and hold it,
like a steamboat he keep my cogs rolling,
down the Murray Darling till the steam stops flowing,
backflip from a tree childhood moment,
the Fire is a memory I am grateful I'm holding,
no Black Dog can live forever
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oh baby, oh baby its not over till its over
and its over when I stop,
when I stop worrying about you when you go out at night
stop worrying whether you are sleeping alright,
until I Stop needing to know if your dreams are still dark
your names still written on the walls of my heart.
and I, I know I need you
I, I know I treated you cruel
but its not over till its over
when its over its not over
as I get older I grow colder
and It's not over till its over with you.
Bany, oh baby I'm wasting away
I'm crazy, because lately I've
found your kiss at the bottom of a bottle of Gin
heard you name late at night whispered by the stormy wind
and I try to drown out all of these feelings
but your touch keeps persisting, persisting.
I, I know I made you blue
but I, I want to bend the rules
but its not over till its over
when its over its not over
as I get older I grow colder
and It's not over till its over with you.
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