This used to be somewhere, now it crumbles and decays
like Babylon of by gone days.
The birds they lift and fly away, they soar to heaven
past swerve of shore and bend of bay,
everything you thought, everything you say,
past Babylon of bygone days.
This used to be somewhere, now it crumbles and decays
Like Babylon of bygone days.
This song encapsulates a lot of what the album is about, that being, remnants and shards, what is left behind. The sounds are collected smithereens, pieced together to fashion something delicate from destruction. Like a child playing in a fireplace after the fire has gone out. The fourth line "past swerve of shore and bend of bay" is ripped from the beginning of Joyce's Finnegan's Wake.
The birds they lift and fly away, they soar to heaven
past swerve of shore and bend of bay,
everything you thought, everything you say,
past Babylon of bygone days.
This used to be somewhere, now the gardens overgrown
Molly dear isn’t coming home.
Thoughts arise in a cloud, they disperse to the wind,
A flock of birds dreamed aloud,
Don’t you know that stranger in the crowd,
It's you its you, every breath every sound.
Molly dear isn’t coming home.
Thoughts arise in a cloud, they disperse to the wind,
A flock of birds dreamed aloud,
Don’t you know that stranger in the crowd,
It's you its you, every breath every sound.
This used to be somewhere, now it crumbles and decays
Like Babylon of bygone days.
This song encapsulates a lot of what the album is about, that being, remnants and shards, what is left behind. The sounds are collected smithereens, pieced together to fashion something delicate from destruction. Like a child playing in a fireplace after the fire has gone out. The fourth line "past swerve of shore and bend of bay" is ripped from the beginning of Joyce's Finnegan's Wake.
Bréanainn Begley is playing the bass on this track. I'm tinkering on the other various instruments and sounds.
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