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This Was Paradise

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1.
(Paradise) 03:07
2.
Hey kids, here it comes… It’s the blackening of the sea like a starless sky, It’s the plastic in the heart of a whale when it dies, It’s the sizzling of the skin, it’s the whip crack of a lung, And you know it’s gonna hurt but only for the young. Pretty soon you’re gonna feel the might of it, my little ones.
3.
The Candle 03:45
The flame, The wick, The candle, The holder.
4.
(Purgatory) 06:32
5.
This is how it’ll be: Beaming signals, quiet as a mouse. Wait some years, maybe fifty. What do you see? Look at elderly man struggling; think: “That couldn’t be me”. Wait some years, maybe thirty… Things don’t happen suddenly.
6.
Born Purple 03:35
Born purple, gulping at the air, Tiny body lying there, Crying out, reaching for mother’s milk, That mammalian design. And mother’s fallen with a fever, Heart racing desperately, Her belly bloats with sickness, Her limbs becoming cold. Dread sets into her face, Terror in her eyes, Looking beyond, Seeing shivering burning dying worlds. Beginning - middle - end. And I wonder: As great sickness descends, Is there nothing we can do? Is there story old as mountains? Some time before time, Crept into form.
7.
Sometimes you touch the electric fence, Find out what you don’t like, Know for next time (if there is a next time). I burnt the roof of my mouth, Look at me now: I’m scaling the brickwork, I just barely make this thing work. And I hope you feel that unease, When you’re walking down the street thinking you might spot me. Because I felt that way too and now I want you to, A joke with a seed of truth cut right through. I Heard his scythe whoosh past my ear, It gets a little louder every year. You’re a closed book ready to topple my row of ducks. You’re a closed book.
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9.
Watch the world come to its setting sun, Devastated, petrified to find the end of time. This was paradise… it was nice.
10.
(Hell) 05:30

credits

released June 4, 2021

Chris W Ryan - Production, Voice, Drums, Prophet 6
Colin Armstrong - Design, Photography
Fiona McDonnell - Art Direction
Niamh Lenegan - Violin
Clare Hadwen - Violin
Maebh Martin - Violin
Richard Hadwen - Viola
Laura McFadden - Cello
Jack Kelly - Double Bass
Nathan Rodgers - Bass
Lara Jones - Soprano Sax
Paul O'Reilly - Clarinet, Flute
Mark McCambridge - Voice
Maija Sofia - Voice
Mícheál Keating - Voice, Prophet 12
Matt Evans - Piano, Juno, Minimoog
Rocky O'Reilly - Moog One
Habacuque Lima - Reco Mod77, Engineering
Fabio Barros - Engineering
Gabriel Nascimbeni - Engineering

This album was made possible through funding from the Help Musicians UK Fusion Fund and the Irish Department of Tourism, Culture, Arts, Gaeltacht, Sports and Media.

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