This is a little blues instrumental thing I recorded in Donegal, stay posted for more stuff...

Donegal Instrumental

Sometime in the future up from the sky
Chimps wearing dentures are drifting on by
In a floating shuttle oozing Disney spitshine

Spelling out words from the dictionary
Telling time in analogue on the contrary

Very sweet, it's time to eat the mission statement
And leave behind a note on how to reach the basement

But very well, all the tell tale signs are there
Laid bare on a picture of the universe
It's been rehearsed, they'll be prepared

They come down and they hit the ground
They lift the blanket off the scene

The sad and strange end of days
When man makes love to a machine

Sometime In The Future

Live set from the Rockwood Music Hall in New York, recorded in December last year

To The Glasshouse

I went to meet some folks on the west side of town
But I buried my shoes in a sandbox down,
The road, I'd go get 'em but they're already gone
The builders and the bulldozers arrived this morning
But they're just people and they ain't to blame

Cos people will be people til the end of days

I went to sit down on the sofa, fell on a receipt
The walls fall down all around and crumble at my feet
While somewhere outside on the grounds where we played
A brand new warehouse supermarket place is being made
Youth is wasted on the young

At least someone is out there and they're having fun

A rat crawls on the floorboard, just passing through
We got an understanding, both looking for some food
So I follow him out, catch sight of a letterbox
With a note tied around a spare pair of socks
Say "Bloods thicker than lawyers just so you know,

But blood don't pay the mortgage so we all gotta go"

So I get up to leave and I blow out all the candle wicks
And I head onto the store and pick up a new box of matchsticks
And shuffling a deck, come up with a new set of tricks

So I wander on barefoot, on down to the beach
Someone's made up a grandstand, they're starting a speech
Draw some lines in the sand, ask which side are you on
And to answer them quick, before the storm
So I move down towards the surf and make two prints with my hands

Look up for a response but noone understands

So I head off to the station cos we can't make a deal
Yeah, I'm walking down the road with matchsticks on my heels
Looking out for a livelihood that I can steal

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