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
credits
from ATRIUM,
released February 15, 2020
Brid Tapie Ni Chonghaile : Lyrics
Sadbh Tapie : Music
Joé Chollet : Arrangements
CLO : Artwork
SAMH : Artwork
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