An Irish lullaby of sorts. Written while reading Angela's Ashes
lyrics
Sleep now, me darling, don't you cry
Or angels will stick a pin in your eye
If ye sin in yer dreams, yer soul’s gonna fry
Sleep well dear, I hope ye don't die.
Yer daddy drank up the dole money
Yer wee brother’s eaten by fleas
He woke all cold in the morning
And now there's just 4 mouths to feed.
Chorus
Tomorrow is your first communion
The priest is the holiest bard
but I can't show you off in your new suit
If you throw up the Lord in the yard
Chorus
You're the only Survivor of typhoid
all the Altar Boys praying for you
But don’t talk to the lass while yer healing
or your girlfriend could die in the loo
Chorus
Good little boys die for Ireland
Holy boys die for the lord
Don’t matter which one that ye die for
Just as long as yer stiff as a board.
Chorus
Sleep well dear, I hope ye don't die.
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024