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People Break / Demos

by Mahlon Sweet Field

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People break just like us Little clay flower pots And the sky won’t shut up It’s full of useless rain I've got rust on my hands Hid my heart in the sand If it hurts we’ll be damned and die It must be love or something worse I can comfort you when you’re down You can comfort me when i am Always blue all the time Little things make us cry And my head’s just like A time bomb about to blow Don’t let it show I can comfort you when you’re down You can comfort me when i am People break just like us Little clay flower pots And the sky won’t shut up It’s full of useless rain I can comfort you when you’re down You can comfort me when i am Copyright 2000 Barra Ó Tuathail
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Baby's got a brand new toy And he sings in a band Little broken hearted fucker thinks that he can But I won't wear that shirt Cause it's been used before By every other broken hearted jerk Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Copyright 2000 Barra Ó Tuathail
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Cover My Heart (free) 04:33
A blanket of stars to cover my heart Splinters to burn a fire for warmth And light up the dark that covers my heart Amphetamines and lies how hard I tried To cover the holes with bigger holes And wait for the stars to cover my heart Asleep in the arms, the prettiest arms To hold and forgive my trespass I did not ask the dark to cover my heart Oh where are the stars to cover my heart Copyright 2000 Barra Ó Tuathail
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Somebody came into town today With a big bouquet of dying roses Cellophane tape and aerosol paint To say goodbye on the pavement Late on Monday soon be gone Headlights pointed at the sun Slippin’ slowly down Old worn out shoes and broken fuse The man who can’t remember his own name Alien tales and rusty nails To hammer down the lid on the spaceship Late on Monday soon be gone Headlights pointed at the sun Slippin’ slowly down Late on Monday soon be gone Headlights pointed at the sun Slippin’ slowly down Copyright 1999 Barra Ó Tuathail
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Pianos fly like spaceships Accross the room Cars outside with starry headlights And you look like the moon When the television light shines on you There's trouble in the kitchen Somebody drank the booze I'm too drunk to lie What I'd really like Is to sleep on the floor if you don't mind I'll be gone long before it turns bright If you don't mind my condition I know you've seen me worse With my head on my sleeve My heart's on its' knees And I swear sometimes my God it hurts Like walking barefoot on a stone in the dirt Copyright 2000 Barra ÓTuathail
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Wildereyed (free) 06:20
The clock in the kitchen Strikes the hour two minutes too slow Yesterday’s children Sleep tonight, tomorrow they grow Into men and women Who fall in love and raise kids of their own So ring-around Rosie Promise you’ll take me home The carousel is busted The cracks appeared several years ago Rained on and rusted And painted red so maybe it don’t show And all the pretty horses Wildereyed and beat With paint peeled off And scars underneath Ain’t strong enough Rosie To carry me all the way home Ain’t strong enough Rosie To carry me all the way home Ring-a-ring-a-rosie Pockets full of posies Copyright 1999 Barra ÓTuathail & Alan Sheahan
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All of the things that I wanted say But never could find The nerve, the words, or even the time Now you’re on the road tonight I’m on a plane But it was nice to see you again I don’t remember being afraid of flying But I’m terrified now I’m more aware of the dangers of falling And hitting the ground Somewhere between New York and Tennessee I went down in flames for you Like a love-struck teenage fool So just leave a message At the sound of the tone Maybe you’ll call, maybe you won’t Hotels and back-stage payphones Time-zones are always changing I wrote this song for you, I hope you don’t mind If I miss you more than a little sometimes I don’t remember exactly the moment I lost the last couple feet of altitude But I think that maybe It was when you asked me to hold you And when the smoke clears I’ll see how much damage was done I’ve broken wings before But this time I think the engine got burned So just leave a message at the sound of the tone Maybe you’ll call, maybe you won’t Hotels and back-stage payphones Time-zones are always changing I wrote this song for you I hope you don’t mind If I miss you more than a little sometimes So just leave a message at the sound of the tone Maybe you’ll call, prob'ly you won’t Hotels and back-stage payphones Time-zones are always changing I wrote this song for you I hope you don’t mind If I miss you more than a little sometimes If I miss you more than a little sometimes Copyright 1997 Barra Ó Tuathail
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It’s a sad song played on a piano An old one and it makes me wanna cry sometimes And sometimes I do It’s a dark place lost in the shadows A bad case of nothing else matters but you It’s a long climb to the top of the stairs A long night wishing you were here beside me I don’t like standing in the ashes I don’t like watching as the shit goes slowly down Losing something means everything to me now There’s no blame just circumstances It's the same old same Still not wary just blind Just blind and falling down And it’s too late to limit the damage There’s no way this time I can manage to smile Just blind and fallin’ down Nowhere is where I land I'm threadbare and ripped At the end of the night I don’t like standing in the ashes I don’t like watching as the shit goes slowly down Losing something means everything to me now I don’t like standing in the ashes I don’t like watching as the shit goes slowly down Losing something means everything to me now It’s a sad song played on a piano An old one and it makes me wanna cry sometimes Sometimes I do Copyright 1997 Barra ÓTuathail
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She never made a sound Water falling down upon her head All the little sins Words she tried to bend but cannot fit Lights look pretty on the bridge Reflected in the pitch-black water She oughta just go home now It’s late She oughta just go home now She oughta just go home now It’s late She oughta just go home now Bones tired underneath skin as soft And feet with no shoes on All the little fish Underwater wish she had wings now Stars look pretty in the sky Reflected in her eyes’ sad water She oughta just go home now It’s late She oughta just go home now She oughta just go home now It’s late She oughta just go home now She never made a sound Water all around her head Pretty china-doll sang a punk-rock-country song Before she fell Hair looks prettier than gold Threads beneath the cold sad water She oughta just go home now It’s late She oughta just go home now She oughta just go home now It’s late She oughta just go home now She oughta just go home now It’s late She oughta just go home now She oughta just go home now It’s late She oughta just go home now Copyright 1999 Barra ÓTuathail
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I can't remember the last time we both laughed Staring at the walls playing with my fingers Holding my breath in case you ask I left the door wide open So far it seems not wide enough Knowing inside that something's broken Feeling inside I fucked it up Copyright 1999 Barra ÓTuathail, Alan Shehan, Fin Chambers, Kieran Calvert, Doug Murray
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A blanket of stars to cover my heart Splinters to burn a fire for warmth And light up the dark that covers my heart Amphetamines and lies how hard I tried To cover the holes with bigger holes And wait for the stars to cover my heart Asleep in the arms, the prettiest arms To hold and forgive my trespass I did not ask the dark to cover my heart Oh where are the stars to cover my heart Copyright 2000 Barra Ó Tuathail

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8-track demos. Cosmetically damaged but in good working order.

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released December 8, 2010

Words and Music by Barra Ó Tuathail, except:
'Grandad's Tired Now, His Head Hurts' written by Kieran Calvert and Barra Ó Tuathail; 'Wildereyed' words by Barra Ó Tuathail, music by Barra Ó Tuathail and Al Sheahan; 'Frozen Ponies', words and music by Alan Sheahan, Barra Ó Tuathail, Fin Chambers, Kieran Calvert and Doug Murray.

The following people sang the songs and played the music:
Barra Ó Tuathail, Sean Harrold, Kieran Calvert, Doug Murray, Ronan Considine, Al Sheahan, Fin Chambers and Ray Murphy.

Cover photo by Derval Freeman

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