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Will

by Leo O'Kelly

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1.
Will 03:50
Bind me in fragrant linen seal me in a tomb ship, wake me when we dock at the wharf of the next world. I see its sun, its sky already, I see how its waters move, hands moulding flesh from stone, I see its sharp sickle Moon. Start the preparations now, strop the blades, crack the jars, mix unguents and herbs, open my flesh like a sail
2.
Torch Song 03:08
The torch I’ve carried for you, for so long, it hasn’t gone out. It still smoulders, but black as night, and I barely recognize you. Forgetfulness is long overdue, for you I’m the land time forgot, but the torch I’ve carried for you, for so long, it hasn’t gone out. I’ve spent half life bent beneath you, though you shed mordark than light, and you can’t see the worship that I do, I still clutch your seasoned wood tight. The torch I’ve carried for you, for so long, it hasn’t gone out.
3.
The day you love me is the day the stone breaks like bread and bleeds; will be the day the manna falls and can’t be ploughed away. A rain of frogs in each gold ray, locusts flying, clean cut as grass; day you love me is the day the stone breaks like bread and bleeds. The Sun will stop up in the sky, kisses flower on stony lips, Israel embrace Palestine, every No become a whispered Yes... The day you love me is the day the stone breaks like bread and bleeds.
4.
I prayed to the Devil last night to have you in my arms again, to have your hungry mouth on mine, to taste you in the stolen night. Though I know it’s far too late, and damage still to be undone, I prayed to the Devil last night to have you in my arms again. To slip between the wrong and right, to partake of only passion, and in a feast of heat forget this burning cold of deprivation. I prayed to the Devil last night.
5.
Alcohol 02:29
In every bar in every town, with every shot, you were my alcohol. Bitter-sweet, you filled my empty skull as Joe set them up and I knocked ‘em down. You were sorrow that would never drown, Venus glimmering on the half shell, in every bar in every town, with every shot, you were my alcohol. Now it’s tea, three sugars, lemon, a good woman at my beck and call, but I prefer your hell to heaven, those beds of flame where I drank my fill. In every bar in every town, with every shot, you were my alcohol.
6.
Kiki, your eyes are crystal balls, beautifully inflamed orbs that pool the captive blood of my desires. I lie in your bed, weak at the knees, watching you paint mascara and kohl, Kiki, your eyes are crystal balls. Entangled in your sheets in Montparnasse, as you turn and touch, and retouch, the captive blood of my desires. I long to reach that inner essence smoking in your look’s maddening hieroglyph, Kiki, your eyes are crystal balls. I’m tied to you, in hopelessness, happy in the mirror, as you blackly brush the captive blood of my desires. While you keep your love for the boulevards, for the strangers straining for your leash. Kiki, your eyes are crystal balls, the captive blood of my desires.
7.
A star in my palm would not shine the way you do. Gracing the world with your soft white skin. All your inner radiance let out to the ends of your shinhair, that shimmering cloud that crowns your Moon-white face. My midnight thoughts have fingers now holding you, my love. And you burn me, burn me, more than any star could do.
8.
I am the bush burning for you though you never asked for a miracle. I am a pillar of fire by night against which you could rest your head if you wanted to. By day I am Lot’s wife turned to salt for always looking back. At dusk I am Eve packing in the fallen garden pining for the snake that had your face.
9.
She Dances 04:16
Rain in a dustbowl, she dances, The Sun in her shaken out hair, The sound of laughter in her eyes. The dancefloor is wherever she walks, The music her movement in air, Rain in a dustbowl, she dances. Watching her tun, joy wells, overflows; It’s joy to see her drawn out hair, hear The sound of laughter in her eyes. She twists so fine, so gracefully dazzles, A languidly swaying wild flower; Rain in a dustbowl, she dances. Lithe and light as a shower she steps, In and out of the snares of desire, The sound of laughter in her eyes, Eternal-Womanly, girlish, sinuous... I am the dust that follows her. Rain in a dustbowl, she dances. The sound of laughter in her eyes.
10.
I've done my bit and now it’s over, I'll stay in bed and lick my wounds, I'll tune my lyre to other songs, I’m home from the killing fields of love. The love to end all loves was murder, I volunteered, eager for the sacrifice; I've done my bit and now it’s over, I’ll stay inside and lick my wounds. Though they’re old, they’re fresh and bitter: her half surrenders, her total withdrawals, the scars of times I thought I’d won her, ll would heal with one sweet word of armistice. I've done my bit now it’s over, I'll stay at home and lick my wounds, I'll tune my lyre to other songs, I’m back for good, from the killing fields of love.
11.
Grave Light 03:05
Down to the dark of the grave without the light of the eyes of the girl across the bar. Down to the grave I must repair unprepared while the light of their eyes criss-crosses above. But in the lightless soil I’m safe and the worm is eternal love sightless, and no sting in her tail.
12.
Will Reprise 00:48
Bind me in fragrant linen seal me in a tomb ship, wake me when we dock at the wharf of the next world. I see its sun, its sky already, I see how its waters move, hands moulding flesh from stone, I see its sharp sickle Moon. Start the preparations now, strop the blades, crack the jars, mix unguents and herbs, open my flesh like a sail

credits

released March 17, 2011

released on Bandcamp July 22, 2020.

Music: Leo O’Kelly
Lyrics: John McKeown

Leo O’Kelly: sings, plays guitar, violin, synth, bongos, drum programs

Hetty Bryce-Lane: sings, plays harmonica

Garvan Gallagher: plays bass guitar & Clevinger double bass

Sonny Condell: plays African drum on Alcohol

Barry Whiteside: plays ukulele on Will

David O’Toole, Printcomp: sleeve design

Front cover photo: Peter Mirolo

Insert Photo: David O’Toole

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© Clarinda & 1st Records

Recorded and mixed by Leo O’Kelly, except Alcohol, by John Crone,
Louise McCormick at Manor Studios Cobh, and Leo O’Kelly

Thank you to Greg Dimmer at Printcomp, and to all above, who gave so generously of their time and talent.

Produced by Leo O’Kelly

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