ATRIUM

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Sadbh : Vocals / Guitar
Cyril : Bass / Vocals
Joé : Drums / Vocals

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Pierre "Gorgeous" Quillivic : Electric Guitar
Brieuc "Brick Stard" Stiévenard : Trumpet
Brid Ni Chonghaile : Vocals
Colin Goellaen Duvivier "Dr. Mad Drums" : Gong

Recorded at Studio Moustik - Vern Sur Seiche
by Sébastien Le Clainche

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released February 15, 2020

Brid Tapie Ni Chonghaile : Lyrics
Sadbh Tapie : Music
Joé Chollet : Arrangements
CLO : Artwork
SAMH : Artwork

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Track Name: Same Hands
SAME HANDS

Same God, same blood, same brother
Same sun, same sky, same brother
Same God, same blood, same brother
Same sun, same sky, same mother
Same hands ! x4

Same God, same blood, same brother
Same sun, same sky, same mother
Same God, same blood, same brother
Same sun, same sky, same mother
Same hands ! x4

But I don't want to know
The hands that hold you lie
And I will still rape and kill
Those I do not know

And who killed Marat ?
And who killed Lincoln ?
Gandhi and the Syrian child ?
x2

Same ground, same clay, same sunset
Same face, same heart, same blood red
Same ground, same clay, same sunset
Same face, same heart, same blood red
Same hands ! x4

And the anger remains
The fight is still the same
Flowing in our veins
Feeding my cursed hand

Chorus

We all did !

Chorus
x2
Track Name: Fool's Gold - Born Bored
FOOL'S GOLD

Cathy, Catherine, I felt that you're part of me, my friend
you brought me home
A somewhere safe to lay my head
tucked me in and said “Child, here you can sleep”
Far away from the cold stone cess-pit wall
where they flung me in
And little bones stacked year after year
Distain. Hate
Under the watchful eyes of the Bon Secours sisters

I’m sorry I have to say
It must be said
Threw our babes in the shit hole
Threw yourselves in as well
x2

He said I don't know why it happened
The way it did and I fight for answers
Pave the way, Give the light to heal
Feel angry still
Those troubled waters will drown me
Battle that another day cannot win it all
We’ll all make mistakes
To win sometimes is to walk away

Chorus

The poet said “if gold shall rust, what will lead do ?”
Sisters, you have chanted, preached, whipped, abused,
The fear of God into us.
We made babes like hay in summer
Each harvest shipped off
Year in, year out
You have tarnished the cloths of heaven
Sown on the trinklets of hell
Hell

Let the children sleep
Ward of the hounds of hell !
x8

BORN BORED

Lights are blazing my eyes
Painting signs on the kitchen floor
You were the god I dreamed of
I am the whore who bore you
Here I am,
I am the whore who bore you
Begging for more

Born of madness and despair
Here I find everyday
A land of dust and sighs
Spin another story. Play another trick
And lie to me, just lie

The sky created is your own
In this empty bed
A syrian boy grey and old
A cartoon man shot and blood runs cold
Create us all from the same mould

You’re bored since day one
Pray in the morning
Then clean your gun
Keep the ugly truth hidden
And lie to me, just lie
x2

Just lie
And lie
Track Name: Fuck the pattern
See the pavement
You see the signs
All you need to heed
If that is all you want
Or ache your soul to read Oh sweet Jesus
You’ve sown your own seeds

No one told me what to see
It's my inner voice, it's the way I feel
No one told me what to see
It's my inner voice, it's the way I feel

Dangle on from day to day
Useless thread. Unravels time.
Think about the shit you'd say
When the milk turns in sour
Get out Quick chimes
The fateful hour

Chorus

Reap and sow
Screw’n moon
Do whatever you feel
meet me at the old
Dirt road at dawn
When the others are sound asleep

Throw the dice
pray for a six
Close your eyes and wish
meet me at the old, dirt road
Your effort will reap

Chorus
Track Name: Wishbone
A corner shop store to breed a nazi
A raven child of meat and bones
Your strength to dwarf me under
My simpleness to make you whole

You have been again to Chapel
You have come to kneel to pray
Churchyard fifty cold and empty
Nobody there to see you
Nobody there to cheer

This is what they call living
This is what will set them free
Blind poor child of a few thousand years of travel
All my nightmares are made by me
x2

He sells flowers to little old ladies
To garnish tombs of resistence men
Photos of Hitler in a shoe-box hidden
Spin the story as it should be told
Show the face you think we should see

Chorus

You walked woods
Barefoot twig twisting
In a mud soaked path of dirt and greed
My eyes are open. Lucid Head
All hopes are Earth bound
all desires are wormfeed

Chorus

Spread you high on a man made cross
Pinned and nailed, sick spanish Toy
I've heard angels can heal
I've Heard they can blow a fear away
If only I'd believe
If only I'd have stayed
Fate is lurking just behind me
Closing in day after day
Beast and ghoul are homegrown
All home-fed and bred
Steal some Hope
Steal a Wishbone
A Wishbone
A Wishbone
A Wishbone

Chorus
Track Name: Here & counting
Crawl in the vein up
To some shit place go
To rinse him off your skin
On the 5th step
Marilyn sings to herself
A song from the Inner womb

Singing on the rooftops
Singing in the rain
Forest-child, dark skinned
Aching and hungry

She is moon beam
And fellow-tree
A hollow trunk, to fill, to riddle

Sylvie is wishing for an early moon
She is praying her day would end
Crawl into a lonely bed
And pretend

Make love early morning
Empty you out for the day
No excess weight to hold
Two flights away
x2

Backstreet. Broken door
Marylyn is giving head
Dean is on the 7th
Singing heaven to a seventy year old man
Who can afford him

The forest child
Dark skinned and hungry
Hunted, raped,
Killed by the saintly woman
We all have loved
Gave her our cities
Have to her, bled our hearts,

Once freed
She is slaughtering the innocent
She is moon-beam
And fellow tree
And wisps of fairy air
And other gone- by things
By gone- by days

And Sylvie is down at the bar
Waiting for number five of the day
To win a fiver, maybe ten
And pretend

Chorus

When us silly children could dream
And when our hands were not tainted
After all
Life is just a set of numbers
Are all set out in a row
Where is your ticket ?
What price do you pay ?
Where in the Q should I stand ?

Sylvie is wishing for an early moon
She is praying her day would end
And crawl into a lonely bed
And pretend

Chorus

Emotions too heavy to carry
Emotions too heavy a price to pay
I promised you a song Sylvie
You are moonbeam and fellow tree
To all the shit
Life has given you
The smile you keep upon your face
A stranger in a crowded place
Your face is not forgotten
And neither is your name

Sylvie is wishing for an early moon
She is praying her day would end
And crawl into her lonely bed
And pretend

She makes love early in the morning
And empty you out for the day
Silly children, silly children
We all pretend
Track Name: Jester
The sacred land of my youth, rambling ghosts
And the turf fuelled fire, rain slashing the skin thick
Hard'n heavy dark tea
Churning the afternoon

Jester, jester, makes us laugh
(Motley worn but inside is black)
Make yourself tall by stepping on others
Make yourself grand by being a bitch
x2

Lying before me, green soaked island
Despair hits when I thread not her shore
Long to sit among bracken and fern
Or take the stone wall leading down to the sea
Happier still to leave the narrow minds of some
Closing in at each setting son

Chorus

See the chink where the light comes in
See where the paint is cracked and frayed
Listen to every word you spew
Never believed the lies you said
Never believed the lies you said

Jester, jester no joy given
Your little soldiers set up in a line
Ghosts only exists when we believe in them
With our silence the bitch still stands

Jester, jester x4
Track Name: Keep running
We are as sick as our secrets
Gabriel said that night
And my heart opened up
I had been waiting
For those holy words
Somewhere stuck
From my ribs up
Couldn't get them out
Kept hitting against
Their bony cage
The broken bird
Bruising the skin
Growing bigger
Filling with rage

Keep running
hold your head straight
Ghosts behind me
Blood thirsty
And anger fed
x2

Throw off the shackle
Rub the wound clean
Lift the dead weight
Of a grandfather’s dream
We are as sick as our secrets
As dirty as our streets
Try to step away
Hold the cross : So low at my feet
Steal another angle
Find the new way
To retell the old
But they don’t like me
Their Leper Queen

Chorus

Emily showed me
To look for the divine
In the small little things
That you usually find
Under your feet
Above your head
We are so busy watching
Our egos instead
Sit in a Cabin
By a clear crystal Pond
Let Henry come in
Understand how he feels
In the bright yellow Sun
Only will the scar heal
Track Name: My eternal love
I love you x4

The night send in her clowns
I will dress you up
On lonely sheets
Let your demon play
On lonely sheets
Let your demon play

I pleaded
I tried
So you wouldn't go away
So you wouldn't go and hide
The voices in your head
It brings me certain death
The voices in your head
It brings me certain death

The stain on the floor
I took it for your baby
The pain we made
I took it for your love
x2

On a silent night
I took away your tongue
Couldn't hurt with words
Cold upon my bed
Say that you love me
Death will not divide
Say that you love me
Death will not divide
Because I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you

Chorus

Because I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you

My eternal love
With me you'll always stay
Guard my night and keep my day
Walking in the park
Keep your hands in mine
Keep me warm
You, you stay behind x2

You stay behind x3

Chorus

My eternal love
Track Name: Spleen
Gave birth to the Nation
With bullet, fire and gun
And told to regain the home
The glory remains with sons x2

Constance. Molly. Kathleen
Along with the Others
Daughter, sister, mother
Whom we cannot praise. Love
Daughter, sister, mother
We treat like cannon fodder

Beidh sibh saor la eigin
Beidh sibh saor la eigin
Beidh sibh saor la eigin
'gus beidh sibh saor la eigin*
x2

Send them to laundries
Wash themselves so clean
Of the father's sin
Of the rapist's spleen
Sell off their babies
Or dumped in deep pits
In the Shadow of the Cross,
Of a neighbour's stare
Leave them to rot and
To carry your shame x2

Chorus

So tired. Bones could rip
But I would not notice
Old tune in my brain
Chorus remains the same
Never again. Never again
Ireland's Savitas, Anns
Still not being listened to
Not being cared for
On our own soil, in our proper hands
Left to fend for themselves
Alone in foreign lands

Chorus

Light is becoming brighter x4

The light is becoming brighter
Over the horizon
They have voted yes
Not for pro abortion
Just for pro choice
Your body, your choice
We will take care of you
No longer baby-making machines
We will take care of you
The Daughters of Eire**
The Daughters of Eire
The Daughters of Eire

*you will be free one day
** Ireland
Track Name: Indian
You like death the way it haunts you
Makes you wet the inner cloth
Hold your breath when it kisses
Hold your breath when it kisses

Indian, indian, indian, indian child
indian, indian, indian

I carry life in a blue grey bag
Hard in scarlet red she will come to beckon day
Each breath a minute less
Of your foolish existence

Chorus

He needs light when dusk falls
Red swollen and finger Paradise
You may kiss Hell. She will stay
You may kiss Hell. She will stay

If I told you the hidden word
Would you say you'd understand
Would you say you'd understand
Would you say you'd understand

If I showed you my fearless Indian
To keep the dead at Bay
Would you dance ?
Indian child, my sweet little Indian
Keep the hounds at bay

Stamp your feet on matted ground
Crown your head with leaves that sway
Crown your head with leaves that sway
Crown your head with leaves that sway

Indian, indian, indian, indian child
Indian, indian, indian
Indian, indian, indian
Indian, indian, indian

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