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Clear as day as the night is long

by Hugh Doolan

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1.
Virgin Road 03:54
There's a world I know Keeps on coming to me There's a world I thought Could turn the key Near the shore on the waves Surrounded by cotton-ball skies I see a mountain road One I must climb Chorus: Where if not by your shadow's side Will you meet a good friend In whom you'll confide I tell bad jokes On the virgin road white Follow me closely on To where hearts abide Colours abound shining strong Bringing in eventide There's a woman I know Keeps a place near to me She'll pull me in when I'm cold I see her turn the key Chorus: Where if not by your shadow's side Will you meet a good friend In whom you'll confide I tell bad jokes But all my best lines are out painting Virgin road white
2.
I've been saved by you I've been saved by your good deeds but now it's time to give it back to you brought back up by you out of the rain I'd been hungry in the night so dark brought back to life when i was feeling so dead The mess has been cleaned up by a maid in disguise I woke up and the sun was shining The mess was gone for once I see thru my pain its gone the sun it shone on and on glory pie clear as day as the night is long x4 I'll be gone, and on and on
3.
Think of the music in your arms Dancing through your soul it calms The other sounds to distract The ugly sisters sligh shadow so black Pink balloons tied outside your door Wave in the wind like a musical score Come inside and rest your wand Playing out the restless song I'm shaking down Just standing ground Looking over the wall there Untwisted from my shoulder Dream of the silence in your room Sound of darkness and full window moon Breathing life into the cracks Filler for a life raft where I can relax
4.
The best feelings I did have For the turf I did leave Were the ones that made me glad There'd someday be reprieve But on such a day as this I return there in my mind And walk gently there To bend down and kiss its magic celtic carpet How am I to know if my seeds they will sow In this foreign state outside my own ‘Twas me who did elope there Leaving a ladder on the window ledge And a stained letter to all my friends Telling them I had to go away again Chorus: To the factories closed Navvies ghosts Fishermen dry-docked Dole receivers and school leavers Young mothers their babies to rock Well I say.. Don’t lay down Try and raise a cheer On this one day of the year There's a magic celtic carpet ‘neath our wandering, wandering feet I've climbed down a thousand rungs And broke my fall before And got up to work at foraging For love and for money and for more So if I could send it all on home Bitter sweet honey It still would never ever be enough To wipe the soil off these foreign hands Repeat chorus:
5.
My eyes strain to see through this window To a world of light with near endless nightsong With a stake in the hood-faked darkness Outstretched for the slender free handshake Hear my plaintive song turned inside and out Dropped in a cauldron it came back dripping in doubt Since when have I strayed from shallow to deep Broke my stride and followed footfall that creeps I can beat your drum and the rhythm follows but you'll need to hold my hand to cross the road! The room grows cold after bad seeds rust Compass scattered phased out in dust Come to collect and disect intellect Meant what I said the last time I checked I'm curled up in hope for a generation Unfurling myself is a deaf mute sensation Though lightfall may yet strengthen, It's onto shaky, unhallowed ground I might descend shaky, unhallowed ground shaky, unhallowed ground
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Reach Out 03:06
You look so complete Standing on your own street Kicking the obstacles away Showing muscle's here to stay Well I'll tell you what I think And hold on to what I know If you were in my shoes Which way would you go? Chorus: Spit it out I'm ok Spit it out I know what to say Reach out, you know I've sinned Speak out, don’t hold it in. I have this weight on my back And a thread running thru my lips Won't you stop me If you don’t want to be stung by its backlash Don't you interfere with your signs I do it all of the time? Aren't you made insincere By this lonely stage up here? Put me thru the rings I know they're on fire, I do. Down-turned smiles Are forgotten at best dear All the reservations Struck off the register. Repeat chorus:
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Openness 02:13
8.
Convict Fox 02:41
out of your clutches all hell would be gone to look at your empty arms follow me with the scent like a convict fox to be put back in the stocks angel arms, only your distant charms can put the right kind of alarms on singing out like a siren cut the locks will you please put me back with you and like a convict fox to be put back in the stocks
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theres compromise and sacrifice in your eyes watch the moon cover you with its sighs full and blue your eyelids choose to calm desire chorus- you dont read all of the signs you see but all senses are blind to the annviversary of inevitability there's alibis, sweet goodbye's - hard as ice break the rules, be uncool, a change is nice I'm a fool for you - won't quench this fire

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Most of the songs on this album were recorded at home in Co. Dublin. The recording approach favours an ear for intimacy with the listener, soon drawing you into a broader landscape as the album progresses.
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released November 11, 2010

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Hugh Doolan Dublin, Ireland

Soundtrack artist, engineer/producer, singer-songwriter Hugh Doolan is from Dublin, Ireland. Think melange of folk and orchestral, a lab for bluesy experiments and free electronica. Check out new album 'im perfect' which is a series of mostly instrumental nuggets, interspersed with a few pieces with vox and words; all best described as psychedelicate, folkytronic and soundscapey. tks ... more

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