ATRIUM

by Good Bad & Young

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1.
Same Hands 05:04
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
Wishbone 04:48
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
5.
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
6.
Jester 03:42
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
7.
Keep running 03:21
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
8.
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
9.
Spleen 04:49
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
10.
Indian 06:20
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

about

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

Special guests

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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