D R A M A M I N E

by Owensie

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All songs by Owensie (Michael Owens)

Artwork and Design by Laura DeBurca

Recorded and Produced by James Eager (Hive Studios, Wicklow) and Dek Hynes (Dublin) at various locations.

Mastered by TJ Lipple (Washington DC)

Published by Out On A Limb Records (P)

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released October 6, 2015

Flamenco, steel string, bass and electric guitars by Owensie

Backing Vocals by Conor O'Brien and Sinead Corcoran

Synthesisers and xylophone by Dek Hynes

Drums and Percussion by Conor O'Brien and Dek Hynes

Saxaphone and Brass Arrangements by Julia Mahon

Drones: Aonghus McEvoy (electric guitars) and Tullis Rennie (Trombone)

Tuba by Ronan Boland

Piano by Kevin Corcoran

Electric and Bass guitars by Owensie

Field Recordings by Owensie and Laura DeBurca

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Track Name: I Don't Mind
Hello dear mother
Hello strange light
Goodbye safe waters of my private tide

Hell dear father
Hello big school
That teaches me nothing:
That this life is cruel

No I don't mind not being top of the class
But I do mind coming in second last

Hello brave faces
Hello sad world
That makes me complicit in its daily crimes

Hello rat races
Hello big lies
Goodbye youth's virtue
And my alibi

No I don't mind the fact that I'm doing okay
But I do mind the sight of my own decay

No I don't mind not living all of my dreams
But I do mind holding back every scream
Track Name: Dramamine
Dramamine
Over the sea
Soothes my heart
Satisfies the soul

Dramamine
Over the sea
Something’s wrong
Someone shot the singer

Dramamine
Dead beauty queen
'Volare', she sang that song forever…

Dramamine
Who could it be?
Someone rich
Who dresses very well

Dramamine
Over the sea
Now I know it’s Mr Danzinger

Dramamine
Over the sea
The perfect plan
Rumbled by a feather
Track Name: Jennifer
Jennifer’s on her way to the station
Where the guards will take her in
To start the first day of a four month sentence
For the thing she did last year
For the clothes she stole from The Square
And tried to hide in a bin

She steals little things
As a means of getting by
Now they’ll send her down
Cause they think that she’s getting high
You know she does these things
As a way of getting seen
Cause no one notices
When you’re poor and living clean

Jennifer’s on the phone to her father
Just to let him know where she is
He’s worried about all the things that could happen to her
When the cell door closes in
And her sweet young freedom ends
‘Will they strip search her there?
Will the other girls not pull at her hair?
Could he take a warm blanket there,
Cause he loves his daughter dear…
And now it seems so clear.

She steals little things
As a means of getting by
Now they’ll send her down
Cause they think that she’s getting high
You know she does these things
As a way of getting seen
Cause no one notices
When you’re poor and living clean

Poor Jennifer
Track Name: Scary Eyes
I saw you at the roadside
Figure like a ghost
Roaming in the daylight
Skin white in the sunshine

Did you lose track of the time?
Did they slip it in your wine?

Scary eyes,
did they slip it in your wine?

Daddy’s little golden girl,
Who have you run away with now?
Did they straighten out your soft red curls,
Ruffled up your fine made clothes,
Put powder on your nose?
The answer’s in your pose.

Scary eyes,
We’ll see you down the line.
Track Name: Open Prison
They want you in the office
to talk about a few things:
to tell you your position
will soon cease to exist.
You used to be so confident
with your beach breaks in the December.
Now you’re just an Irish summer,
all beautiful and sad.

As the traffic queue gets smaller,
there’s more road blocks and diversions
to keep you in your misery box,
getting more angry and frustrated...

So you tried to reinvent yourself
as a ‘freelance whatever ‘.
Then you tried to be a socialist
but it just made you depressed.

If you live in an open prison, walk out.

If your life is an open prison, get out.
Track Name: You Are Away
Fear not for me now that I am alone
I'll steer soft through the waves while you are away

Found me alone and confused by the shore
Kissed me and mended the hole in my boat
Travelled together down river and lake
So fast through the waves that our vessel might break

Fear not for me now that I am alone
I'll steer soft through the waves while you are away

She threw all my tears to the wide open sea
Broke me and made me for all I could be
Kissed me and mended the cracks in my oar
Then flew far away, left a lump in my throat

Fear not for me now that I am alone
I'll steer soft through the waves while you are away

I found her asleep on the shore of my dream
Woke her and told her of all that I’d seen
She kissed me and sewed up the tear in my sail
Then sent me away, said: ‘Our love never ends’.
Track Name: Why Won't She (pick up her baby)
In the food isle, staring at a shelf,
I saw your mother frozen tired and caught up in herself
While all around you, the people walking by
Were thinking of the one thing that might
Put stop to your cries

Hey little one, why won’t she pick you up?
Lying there, screaming for your milk

On the Red Line, I heard you crying out
My eyes afraid to look too much in case they made her shout
All alone there, my heart did slowly bleed
I prayed someone would find you,
Bring you all the things you need

Hey little one, why won’t she pick you up?
Lying there, screaming for your milk

When you’re all grown and start to find your way
I hope that someone finds you
Cause I know you’ll run away.
Track Name: Red Line
Every morning we sing this stupid song
Clocking in and signing on
And in our midst there are poisoned, sweating ghosts,
Checking out and signing off

This train is running out of track
These souls have all been painted black
For all the hearts getting slowly dragged through the mud
This is my song for the Red Line

Every night I ride that shitbox home
Like a little coward on my phone
I sit between the upright and the drunk
Praying for my stop to come

This place is gonna fall apart
These lives have all been cut short
These words that were penned with the needle’s blood:
This is my song for the Red Line