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The River and the Burial Ground

by Jon McDevitt

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1.
Downmarket 03:26
We're going downmarket. Can't go on this way No blood on the carpet, nothing left to say We're going downmarket You gave it all away always so down-hearted It's so easy when you're lonely It's so easy when you're lonely You try and you try God alone knows why You try and you try again We're going downmarket Don't know what to say No matter how dark it got, we used to somehow laugh it all away We're going downmarket I guess things end this way Don't know how they started
2.
We’re all floundering around in our own little towns, trying to find a little colour, and justify each other We get a little down, so we tell ourselves we’ve found a thing that makes us smile, keeps us happy for a while Today the spirit’s high, so you give a girl the eye as she flutters by you smiling, it’s a sight that’s most beguiling but no matter what you try, she'll keep on slipping by no matter what you try to say, she'll never want to play and I see you striving, ducking and diving, trying to find a way to take the pressure off - the smoking only makes you cough. But you don’t see anything: you’re wrapped up in requirement, desire and numbers and time... My life is always governed by the things I’ll never do It seems to happen often and I never seem to soften I only want a balance and to keep out of the zoo it’s a freedom that we crop, never gonna stop If we could only clear the debts and erase the old regrets we won’t be up the junction, we’ll maybe even function All the little gadgets seem to dull and lose their magic they were better in the window. That’s the funny thing though... And I see you struggling, weaving and juggling, trying to find a way to take the pressure off - the smoking only makes you cough And you don’t see anything: you’re wrapped up in requirement, desire and numbers and time So meet me in the morning, we’ll go drinking we’ll go walking We can spend the day together maybe run away for ever? I know I can rely upon the alcohol to lie about the depth of the nightmare - what the hell do I care? We'll sit beneath a tree, in a field beside a stream, have lunch with seven courses and a tenner on the horses, and when our money’s done, with the setting of the sun we can get back on the train, go back home again…
3.
I wish it would rain, just to wash away the stench of the market place and the smile on every grasping face for a moment that would feel like home... But it’s useless to complain, as the sun melts the ice in another drink I guess it’s not the best time to take time to think Where the water hits the sand, we don’t need to understand that everything we might have planned is slipping like water through our hands... See our skin is so fair, and the wind that blows through our hair is so pleasant. And there’s surely no need to reconcile the past with the present? It’s not like we can live for ever anyway I don’t care what they think I should be this is half a world away from you and me Another day, another train, and all of the hope that will break your heart I wish I had been born brutal from the start, then I wouldn’t have to hide my eyes But I must not complain - it’s silly to be sad, because it’s not us creating all the noise and the fuss Where the end will surely come, just as people come undone, when there’s nowhere left to run, just turn into the sun and revise your plans. See our skin is so fair, and the wind that blows through our hair is so pleasant And there’s surely no need to reconcile the past with the present? I never could fit right, I couldn't think straight and now it seems I never will. I’m just half a world away with time to kill Just half a world away with time to kill
4.
Lemon Days 02:51
There's no pull without a push. In your Lemon Days, forgive my peculiar ways When I got there I left again knowing not where, neither whence nor whither Still red-faced a full month later Who wants the people? Who'll take their hand? Who'll hold them down? Wash my mouth, you angel Sweet, pretty angel All I ever wanted was to meet my maker In your Lemon Days, I'm just one of the waifs and strays Women of occupation (a strip show in every corner of my mind) Liberation (forty-one to forty-five legs to find) Climb the wall Sit on top Oh, what a lot I've got So rich in disappointments: enough to last a lifetime And in your own naïve way, you're throwing me a lifeline
5.
Always wanting more - you know the score almost living, then semi-detached again Always once removed, for all that proved I can be your friend till I'm gone again You pushed and pulled, you pushed and pulled I was tripping I was skipping You pushed and pulled, you pushed and pulled, then suddenly I'm slipping... Are the stars we dreamed of tiny after all?
6.
Jasmine 04:10
Jasmine, it's time to go now school is over, out for ever We're sorry but there's nothing left to learn Oh Jasmine, every little pain you feel can grow without you, we all know about you. It's time to go we'll miss you more than you know Oh Jasmine, your eyes are slow now you've worked so hard, you're oh so clever We're sorry but you're just not our concern Jasmine, why do you have to be so real? It'd only hurt you, we'd only desert you Time to move along, we'll miss you when you're gone And it's hard, curse your youth to define the awful truth that you crave That you need It wasn't you that sowed the seed. Oh Jasmine, where will you go now? Further down the road to never We're sure you'll find another bridge to burn Live our lives or wind up dead leave the unsaid things unsaid It's time to go, we'll miss you more than you know Oh Jasmine.
7.
Sunburn 04:14
The wind and the rain sound in the trees and end the sadness that no one sees There's always someone left behind who knows half of half of what you will find Could we ever get close to taking one day at a time? Or will we always be here waiting for the sunshine? The waves roll out and the waves roll in, just for now. All your sorrows and your joys are dust in the wind to the older girls and boys And if it comes down to a kiss, in all the world, there's no perfection like this Could we ever get close to taking one day at a time? Or will we always be here waiting for the sunshine? The waves roll out and the waves roll in, just for now, until they're gone again Happiness finds its own way Ships in the distance carry dreams, but everything is just the way that it seems Until you dream a little harder Then maybe, just maybe... Could we ever get close to taking one day at a time? Or will we always be here waiting for the sunshine? The days roll out and the days roll in, just for now, until they're gone again Happiness finds its own way.
8.
May 02:50
The blood ran. You said you felt dirty Seems funny killing something when it's new But if anybody ever could be blamed when it hurts, or something, and you flirt, or something, then it's worse, or something Then it's you I can hear you talking, but it all means nothing as you slip between the theatre and the lie And if anybody ever should be named, then you joke, or something, sit and smoke, or something, you pushed and pulled and bit until it broke, or something Till something had to die Someone said that someone said the truth will set you free, and I don't know if that's true, but it got you away from me The problem is it only gives you one way to be and that's where you fall The blood ran You said you felt dirty Seems funny killing something when it's new But if anybody ever could be blamed, when it hurts, or something, and you flirt, or something, then it's worse, or something... Then it's you
9.
The river by the burial ground, is where we're lost and found The river by the burial ground, is where we're lost and found Not me not you just something in between the things we do At the house by the vacant lot, we gave away everything we've got At the house by the vacant lot, we had to pool everything we'd got Not me not you just something in between the things we've been through We lost a lot of time you know, and now it's time to go We lost a lot of money you know, but we've got just enough to go We'll run so far and leave everything between all the things we are Just you just me never talking of what we used to be
10.
Satellite 03:37
I reached orbit, now I'm crazy and the first things I receive I'm not sure I can believe Satellite... Satellite... Satellite... Messages are getting through. I make sense of one or two sometimes I think I'm understanding you Satellite... Satellite... Satellite... Around your life the shadows rise and fall nobody knows it all The tumbling trajectory suggests an intersect with me We pass and gesture desperately, 'You've not had the best of me' Satellite... Satellite... This time we can't have the filters on When the world has been and gone, do we relay, or reply and carry on? Satellite... Satellite... Satellite... Around your life somebody knows
11.
In the late hours sleep keeps slipping away Wait for the dawn, bird-song Wait for the new day In the late hours, you can catch your breath... Catch a star Catch a dream passing And sometimes in the silence, you wonder if you know yourself at all In the darkness, you wonder if you still exist You see yourself, catch yourself, catch your breath and say, 'I didn't ever see it running out this way' In the late hours, there’s not enough space in your head for all your hopes and fears, and all of their hopes and dreams My mouth it will not speak Everything’s collapsing Everything feels weak Everything's collapsing There are hopes that lie in tatters, it’s true that the fragile shatters, and I can’t believe how much it matters In the dying of the light, at the onset of the lonely night I wish it weren’t this way, and I can’t believe I don’t know what to say In the late hours

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released December 3, 2019

Vocals & instruments by Jon McDevitt except

Stuart Francis – drums & percussion
For Stuart Francis' own music, see Spectre on alienatedrecords.com

Mike Turk – bass guitar on tracks 1 ,2, 4, 5, 6, 9 & 11

Dave Coston – piano on tracks 1, 4, 5, 6 & 11, Mellotron on tracks 1 & 4, lead bass, acoustic guitar and lead guitar track 7

James McClusky – lead guitar on tracks 4, 6 & 9

Neill Tupman – slide guitar on tracks 6 & 11

Additional orchestration on tracks 4 & 6 by Léanie Kaleido and Jon McDevitt

All songs written by Jon McDevitt except tracks 4 & 11 by Hudson/McDevitt & track 5 by Coston/Hudson/McDevitt

Mixed & produced by Jon McDevitt @jonmcdevitt.com
Mastered by Nick Watson @fluidmastering.com

Artwork by Jon McDevitt from a painting by Lily McDevitt
Design by Clare Corrigan @admingofer.co.uk
Photography by James Lawson @james-lawson.co.uk
© 2019 Jon McDevitt ℗ 2019 Cattleprod

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