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D R A M A M I N E

by Owensie

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1.
I Don't Mind 03:15
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
2.
Dramamine 04:33
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
3.
Jennifer 05:15
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
4.
Scary Eyes 04:34
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.
5.
Doldrums 01:59
6.
Open Prison 03:44
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.
7.
You Are Away 05:03
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’.
8.
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.
9.
Red Line 03:27
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

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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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