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1.
DOWNTIME Meet me down low where it’s dark and cold I’ll raise your spirits over time And send you back smiling when you’re ready to go Back to the warm sunshine But I can’t go with you, I’ve to stay down here Where in these shadows I can disappear My eyes have grown used to the dimming light All Prussian blue and anthracite I’m your downtime man, on your darkest night Do what I say, not what I do, and you’ll be alright If you come back down I’ll be hanging around I’ll try to break your fall If we don’t meet again I’ll assume, dear friend That you’re happy now once and for all Or you’ve settled back in to your old routine With his temperate love and your fluoxetine If you ever come back to the land of the low And you need a chaperone I’m your downtime man, on your darkest night Do what I say, not what I do, and you’ll be alright I’m your downtime man, from these helping hands Take what you need and forget about me and you’ll be grand I’m your downtime man, on your darkest night Do what I say, not what I do, and you’ll be alright I’m your downtime man, from these helping hands Take what you need and forget about me and you’ll be grand
2.
Hurts Me Too 03:53
HURTS ME TOO Say what you like to me, most of it’s true I’ll take the blame for what’s happening you If you wanna hate me I’ll have to accept Tell me again all the things I’ve wrecked I don’t intend to steal your claim To the shoulders of friends and the worst of the pain Now this might sound strange to you This might sound strange to you But it hurts me too It hurts me too It hurts me too Each day I wake at the scene of the crime No more absolved by the passing of time I think of you now, at the end of the day Lying alone in your bed far away Or shielding yourself in a rebound romance Do you think that my life’s been a song and a dance Well this might sound strange to you This might sound strange to you But it hurts me too It hurts me too It hurts me too I don’t intend to steal your claim To the shoulders of friends and the worst of the pain Now this might sound strange to you This might sound strange to you But it hurts me too It hurts me too It hurts me too Copyright Rob Corcoran
3.
Blackhearted Man I’m a black hearted man and one day you’ll learn That believing in me will get you burned Kind hearted woman, can you not see The danger for you in this darkness in me The danger for you in this darkness in me Go ask the woman now baring the scars She’ll tell you I promised the moon and the stars Give to me darlin’ your delicate hand And lie in the arms of this black hearted man It’s a coward’s admission, and insomniac’s perk To whisper these words that should never be heard I’m a black hearted man and one day you’ll learn That believing in me’s gonna get you burned Believing in me, will get you burned My heart’s great beguiler, take heed of my feara Where today there is laughter there’ll one day be tears At the mercy of things that I don’t understand Are the life and the love of this black hearted man Go ask the woman now baring the scars She’ll tell you I promised the moon and the stars Give to me darlin’ your delicate hand And lie in the arms of this black hearted man
4.
Get To You 04:39
Get to you It’s a long hard road but I’m getting closer every day I’ll stop at nothing in my way to get to you Today I walked for 40 miles, belly empty and my feet on fire Tore my skin on razor wire but pushed on through Water cannon and c.s. gas, the angry shouts from strangers Whatever else may cross my path, I will fight off all these dangers Tryin’ to get to you, trying to get to you All these things I do, trying to get to you 50 strangers in the night. Set adrift and terrified I tried to keep you on my mind to keep me strong A little boy as young as ours cowering in his mother’s arms I asked him if he’d help me count the stars or sing a song I still hear the screams and cries. Winds rose and the boat capsized I couldn’t find him in the roaring waves. I swam all night with tears in my eyes. All that I’ve been through, these horrors I’ve lived through Horror’s I’ve lived through, trying to get to you It’s a long hard road but it’s end is near All that’s left of what my heart hold dear waits just beyond that border I’m taking all that I’ve got left of the money that your brother sent Gonna pay it to a man I met who can sneak me over You begged me not to stay and fight. I promised you I’d follow You got out when the time was right and I’ll be with you tomorrow And life can start anew, life can start anew All these things I do, trying to get to you
5.
Train Songs 04:19
Train Songs Moonlight sneaking through freight yards Riding rails in old boxcars The freedom that those old-time hobos knew Big smoke bound migrations Jilted lovers at each station Every train song in my head I sang for you If there’s a light, let it shine. Let it heal and undermine The ravages of age I can sing all night long, these old train songs But I can’t turn pack the page Country boy, where have you gone I thought about it for so long And sought the signs to ease my despair Life too often beat you down But still you knew where you were bound And that your loved ones waited for you there If there’s a light, let it shine. Let it heal and undermine The ravages of age I can sing all night long, these old train songs But I can’t turn pack the page Down on the street the world keeps racing on Too fast to notice what is gone I go down to the tracks to be alone The cross-ties have been over grown The trestles long since crumbled down There’s no whistle and no bell to lead you home If there’s a light, let it shine. Let it heal and undermine The ravages of age I can sing all night long, these old train songs But I can’t turn pack the page
6.
Sake of a Song Accentuate the negative you said Draw out the darkness from your head But keep it close so you can use it No great art, you say, can be derived From any heart in love with life And you can list off names to prove it But your heroes are all dead men long since gone Who left kept their quill’s in that sullen ink too long And went laughing and crying, living and dying All for the sake of a song Go on, break another heart Break your own so you can start To lament the things that made you Oh and what a song you’ll write Of thoughts that haunt you in the night And how you’ve no one now to save you Think of all those bridges that you’ve burned The champion cuddlers you spurned laughing and crying, living and dying All for the sake of a song Think of all those bridges that you’ve burned The champion cuddlers you spurned laughing and crying, living and dying All for the sake of a song
7.
Distant light This is it, here’s our destiny You and I were never meant to be Of the kind who fulfil their dreams Look around at those born into it Breathe it in and get used to it We might find it’s not as bad as it seems Too much time on the red line gazing out of windows Will you come back down from those far off places where your mind goes The fire inside is what’s killing us All the hope they instilled in us The big ideas they let us put in our heads Days will drag and years will fly Save your heart, don’t even try Let your expectations sink like lead Let ‘em go and trudge to the rhythm of the old humdrum We’ll watch that clock tick ‘til the weekend comes The distant light of Friday night, like a beacon through the mist It burns and fades and returns again, and it’s always been like this Either drunk or half asleep, in a stupor I spent mine What a shame it couldn’t last How was yours, how’s the head today Aren’t weekends like carnival rides You wait so long and they go so fast Let ‘em go and trudge to the rhythm of the old humdrum We’ll watch that clock tick ‘til the weekend comes The distant light of Friday night, like a beacon through the mist It burns and fades and returns again, and it’s always been like this
8.
It’s four in the morning and already bright Birds are singing farewell to the London night I’m thinking of me and thinking of you And how for a while we got it right I don’t blame you I don’t blame you Waking away after all of the things we’d been through I don’t blame you A police siren’s scream woke me from a dream I’m lying here now in the afterglow It’s slipping away as the new light of day Meets the murmur of late night radio I don’t blame you I don’t blame you Waking away after all of the things we’d been through I don’t blame you Copyright Rob Corcoran
9.
Ringing that bell Still they keep on ringing that bell Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell From the steeple top they’re taunting me Smug with impunity They ring it without guilt or shame And no regard for my pounding brain Truths were told and numbers fell But still they keep on ringing that bell Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell Still they keep on ringing that bell How I wish Justine was here I would whisper I’m sorry in here ear When she left me years ago she said I can’t share you with the ghosts in your head Oh sweet Justine my Brixton Queen She never knew what they took from me Some stories hurt too much to tell And there are fires that only drink can quell Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell Still they keep on ringing that bell Still they keep on ringing that bell While I’m counting up coins for a bottle of Glen’s In last night’s clothes I’ll make a start And drink a curse to the sacred heart And all sanctimonious cunts out there From Letterfrack to St Peter’s square No more holy than Cromwell Still they keep on ringing that bell Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell Still they keep on ringing that bell Oh sweet Justine my Brixton Queen She never knew what they took from me Some stories hurt too much to tell And there are fires that only drink can quell Through the blacked-out windows of my bedsit hell Still they keep on ringing that bell
10.
Tuesdays 03:16
TUESDAYS Step into my low-rent life Leave your high hopes at the door I promise in a little while You’ll wonder what you came here for See me turning gold to lead Behold my inverse alchemy At the altar of my unmade bed We’ll make from love a malady I played Tuesdays, mostly to nobody And you waited up for me Playing Tuesdays chasing a fading dream And you believed in me I sobered up, it didn’t suit It wouldn’t change things anyhow I am weak, the pain acute Salvation just seems pointless now They say there’s nothing that time can’t heal Tonight that is not how it feels But it can’t be me and it can’t be you Who comes to help the other through I played Tuesdays, mostly to nobody And you waited up for me Playing Tuesdays chasing a fading dream And you believed in me I’ll be alright, I’ll rise again They gave me stuff to numb the pain And how are you since it all went down I hope your friends have rallied around The rules of love are so unfair That in these long nights of despair But it can’t be me and it can’t be you Who comes to help the other through
11.
What did you do with Joseph, Jesus Down there in the temple That time in the temple You were going bloody mental Lots of people heard you say You’re not me real dad, Joe You’re not my real dad, no no! You’re not my real day and I’ve known it all along You’re nothing but a carpenter A lowly bloody carpenter Nothing but a carpenter and I’m the son of God What did you do with Joseph, Jesus What did you do with Joseph, Jesus What did you do with Joseph, Jesus You’ve got people in high-places And the poor folk sing your praises But I’ve stared into the faces of many guilty men before At that wedding down in Cana People asked you, hey where’s Joe You said, I don’t care and I don’t know And you were acting like Billy Big Balls Buying everybody wine You got everybody wine Saying “here you, drink this wine, for I’m the son of God” What did you do with Joseph, Jesus What did you do with Joseph, Jesus What did you do with Joseph, Jesus You’re nothing but a carpenter A lowly bloody carpenter Nothing but a carpenter and I’m the son of God What did you do with Joseph, Jesus What did you do with Joseph, Jesus What did you do with Joseph, Jesus
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Heart-on-sleeve Alt-folk Americana with a Dublin Accent.

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released November 16, 2017

All songs written by Rob Corcoran (c) 2017

Acoustic Guitar, vocals and harmonica: Rob Corcoran
U-Bass, Mandolin and Bouzouki: Lyle Zimmerman
Cajon, percussion and harmonies: Hjordis Moon-Badford
Violin, string arrangements: Basia Bartz
Drums on tracks 1, 2, 7 and 8: Jamie Shaw
Bass on tracks 1, 2, 7 and 8: Anna Robinson
Electric guitar, Hammond organ and piano: Roger Askew

Produced by Roger Askew / Recorded and Mixed by Mark Estall / Mastered by Denis Blackham / Cover Photo by Richie Phillips

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