Citizens

by Owensie

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Owensie's second album released on Out On A Limb Records (2012).

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released 26 October 2012
Owensie: guitar, vocals, synths / Julia Mahon: saxophone and string arrangements / Lewis Hedigan: drums / Andy Mooney: percussion / Dek Hynes: bass, synths / Ailbhe Nic Oireachtaigh: viola

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tags: alternative folk irish latin rock Ireland

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Track Name: Hang Your Head Low
The well's dry
And the grain is running low
The bank's broke
But the river's running slow
Doom clouds on the hills and skies
The fool's rich
But the poor man's in the know

Hang your head
Gonna take you to the gallow man

A closed eye
Left the fountain running free
A deaf ear
To a dumb, concocted plea
A cheap vote
For the great big lie
A sly wink
To the joker passing by

Hang your head
Gonna take you to the gallow man

You're going to the gallow man
Track Name: Go On
our token derelict
broken inside out
makes a promise
to his mind, unwell
now that the daylight's gone
it's safe to raise his head

little sigh...

'In a while...

you'll be good...

again...'

go on, go on
you'll be sorry if you don't
let's break the spell
we're never going home
go go, go on
you'll be sorry if you don't
go on, go on, go on...

now all your friends are here
feigning their concerns
you keep listening out
for someone to tell the truth
all your tears can wait
buried in your head
while all your broken fantasies
echo in the din

go on, go on
you'll be sorry if you don't
let's break the spell
we're never going home
go go, go on
you'll be sorry if you don't
go on, go on, go on...
Track Name: Distance of Her Love
Mama's going away
Gotta catch that plane
There's her suitcase
Closed tight
On the bed

Saw the sign on the door
With the promise
Of more
Where the grey skies
Are all lined with gold

Now her children complain
Though there's no
Other way
As they sleep now
She steals into the night

And she cries
All of the way
With her heart
Torn from the pain


Tired and blue
From the distance
of her love


Now she lives far away
Where the night means day
And her warm voice
Echoes down the phone line

There's a choice to be made
And a role to be played
Holding small hands
That remind her
Of her own child's

Washes knees
Cut and bruised
With her mind
So confused
Overwhelmed by
This strange labour of love

She remits her heart
Its a delicate art


Tired and blue
From the distance
of her love

Tired and blue
From the distance
Though sometimes
It drives her wild

Tired and blue
From the distance
of her love
Track Name: As You Grow
If spring's the dawning of the mind
Youth the summer of your life
Autumn the greying of the heart
And the winter long and cold

Defy the change in every year
The hope that died in shame of fear
The wearing greed of a thousand woes
Moving forward, on and on...

As you grow
Don't hide it
Let your love
And imagination flow

As you grow
Don't lose it
All your ghosts
Are the lessons you must learn

Last July
I made you cry
I told you to colour
Between the lines
I should have know better
Than be so cold
Bringing order to the fore

My own desire
To make things fit
A silhouette painted
With regret
An autumn grey cloak
On a million dreams
That I never noticed fall

As you grow
Don't hide it
Let your love
And imagination flow

As you grow
Don't lose it
All your ghosts
Are the lessons you must learn
Track Name: Penny Or The Tear
all I want is apples and sunrise
to free me out from the black
all I need are things that you can't buy
even though there's a price

there's no use in trying to bring me back
to your world
I know, when the penny or the tear drops,
we'll be free

all I want is apples and sunrise
free to breath in the light
all i need are mountains and blue skies
where I'll live and surely die
Track Name: Circle Of Lies
One side beckons the other's rage
Bidders to the questions
Of our sorrowful age
Dignified
Dressed in the finest clothes
Beholders to that awful throne

What if
No one knows
What all the answers are
The way we're supposed to move

The circles inside your field
Symbols
Projections from an unknown place
Improvised deceptions of magnitude
It's all down
To what you accept as 'true'
Track Name: Doing It All On Your Own
Fixing files at my day-job
A woman called to the door
Her husband dead not a fortnight
She needed help with a form

They'd just gotten by on his pension
And his passing seems such a shame
He'd kept her warm in the cold nights
And all the bills in his name


Now she's doing it all on her own
Lone as the flower on the graveside
Sharing her life with a void
Its hard to restart with a broken heart


A young man came with a letter
In need of somewhere to live
He takes his son at the weekends
And the mother's happy he is

He always fights with his father
Who gets confused when he drinks
The neighbours broke up the last big fight
And he threw him out on the street


Now he's doing it all on his own
Too young to deal with the pressure
Confusing his fear with his pride
He tries to appear like he knows all the answers


Doing it all on your own.
Track Name: Rogue Trader
Our hero is a young man
In hand-cuffs, wearing a smile
One tear held in the small of his eye
Out star rose in the night sky
Black holes disguised in his light
Illusions were all he sold

He knew what he'd done was wrong
Stayed true to his daily crime
There was no escape from what came before
He lived by the bottom line

In pursuit of straight answers
We asked of this man in change
'Who blessed him his power and gold?'
The good clerk did console him
As judgement was handed down
Our hero was on his own

He moved through dark mist and lies
And wove with the thinnest line
We gave him his silver and sword
We knew when we chose to ignore
Track Name: The Land
swollen children of comfort
fruit of denial
hapless bodies of value
inflected with smiles

there's no line in the sand

in the land of free flowing water
there is a mantra:

we own the earth

in the hands of progress and order
only the weak shall inherit the dust


outcasts thrown to the margins
consumed in survival
figures, an unwanted excess
reduced to bare life

there's no nail in the hand

in the land of free flowing water
there is a mantra:

we own the earth

in the hands of progress and order
only the weak shall inherit the dust

enslaved to the border conceived
in the minds of our acnestors

the illusion of choice
that is weaved through the cloth on your skin

the 'right' you enjoy is the wrong
that's disguised in our excess

all hands bruise by the crack of the whip