About ARKLOW: An otherwise charming little seaside town near Dublin, Arklow is not half as bad as I’m making it out here. I wrote this at an Arklow restaurant catering for young middle-class couples. For someone living in the South, the North can feel empty and hopeless at times, as if one is off the chart. The final section is a somewhat cathartic dream I had when I was in Arklow. Inês is the girl. If this feels somewhat disjointed, it’s because I recorded the guide guitar and vocals in my b&b room in Arklow, without any metronome. Thank you for bearing with me...
lyrics
I usually watch and wait until I'm sure
I usually watch and wait until I'm sure
I usually watch and wait until I'm sure
I'm watching now, and now I'm sure:
This is Purgatory, this is Purgatory
Irish province, Arklow, the year's 2002
The salad dressing's vinaigrette
Whole-grain dijon mustard too
The sun won't set before eleven,
The wine's Australian, cheap and glorious too
Middle-class baby's hair gelled-up
Like Sting in Dune
How to be hip here, how to be anything?
The food is perfect, nothing happens,will ever.
Apartments in black-roofed developments by
The Irish seashore: that's the best that you can do.
Rod Stewart muzak. almost not there - forever.
Canned rebels, Bob Dylan Pie
Provence-style - give it an accent or two
While your Pakistani boss takes it out on you
(and you know that you'd do the same too)
The guy next table ingratiates the
Young Ukrainian waitress
Ignores his bland wife, no kids yet:
No money for Ukrainian babysitters,
Both groan while they eat
Black tiles on their heads, Candles in the sunlight
Burn till the weak sun goes down
Today and forever
Today and forever
Days like slime at the bottom of the harbour
Wait till it's eleven, so we can finally sleep
Till it all starts over again
In Purgatory, in Purgatory, in Purgatory
After the plane crashed into the factory, the town shook hard and houses came down.
I met God in the hotel lift, his face made of ebony
3 tears rolled down my face...
And all my life rolled into 1 -
I was a boy again, you were a girl again:
Finally our histories entwined
And we became 1...
credits
from All Tomorrows,
released June 30, 2011
Mark Lee Fletcher: vocals
Fred Lessing: acoustic and rhythm guitar, vocals, flute, recorder, coconut shawm
Bruno Capelas: drums
Fernando Guiomar: electric guitar
Luís Estorninho: bass guitar
Paulo Catroga: piano, synths, minimoog, mellotron
Andy Tillison: Hammond organ
Adriano Pereira: clarinet
Portuguese transgressive rockers Daymoon aim to delight the world with an incoherent concoction of music from the across the past millennium. Or so. New album EROSION out now.
Absolutely hooked on this album from first listen. How rare is that with prog!??? Excellent songwriting and musicianship. Can’t wait to dive into the rest of the collection. Thomas Lock