Photo: G. Leitenberger (2023)
Available on special edition vinyl and CD as well as streaming
Gently sparkling guitar playing, airy chords and a characterful intonation between dreamy humming and alert encouragement that wraps itself like an arm around your shoulder (BRF1)
Recorded between January 2021 and October 2022
A telling of confinement, recuperation and acceptance
Mixed and mastered by Andreas Albrecht at Silberblick-Musik Studio, Berlin
For more information, all queries to: infokinnon@orange.fr
SWIM
Sun heats, the water cools
No one sleeps, the wine pours
Run fast, be last
Be strong, be true
Swim fast, float slow
Stop stand and swim
The coal heats, beer runs
Wet feet, children run
Run fast, be last
Be strong, be true
Sun burn, boats turn
Shore line and swim
And swim
Last summer, the last drink
The last time, the last swim
Swim fast, float slow
Stop stand to go
Last summer, last drink
Last time and swim
And swim and swim
HALO ON THE MOUNT
Halo on the mount
Bad weather coming
Halo on the mount
Bad weather due
Nature makes me wonder
I’ve got blood on my hand
A grass cut finger
An elastoplast
Nature makes me wonder
More than it used to do
Nature makes me wonder
Got a stone In my shoe
I walk a little slower than
I used to do
I breathe a little faster
Than I should do
Halo on the mount
Bad weather coming
Halo on the mount
Bad weather due
Nature makes me wonder
Got sand in my eye
I see you coming
My darker side
In my sky
In my sky
Nature makes me wonder
A line in the dirt
You dig a little deeper
We find nothing but
Nothing new
Nothing new
Halo on the mount
Bad weather coming
Halo on the mount
Bad weather due
COUNTING LITTLE THINGS
I’m counting time
I’m counting my time
I’m counting, listening to the King
Coalescing round my soul
I’m counting, Darjeeling on my tongue
Chipped tiling on the floor
Like a child walks, like a child runs
Like a child will dream
Like a child is, like a child was
Like a child will be
I’m counting time
You’re counting down on me
I’m counting things
I’m counting little things
I’m counting, waiting for the service
Looking for eternal happiness
I’m counting, in a bottle on a plate
Don’t say I haven’t looked
Like, like a bird flies like, like, a bird sings like, like a bird will nest
Like a bird flies like, like a bird sings like, like a bird will go
I’m counting little things
You’re counting down on me
You’re counting down, counting down on me
I know it’s not easy, to count alone
I know it’s not easy, to count alone,
alone, alone
I’m counting little things
You’re counting down on me
You’re counting down on me
DANDELION
Like never before
To me she came
And from him, she went
And the world, it turned
All quiet
Today, it came
The night, it went
The grinding wheels
Turned quiet
And I can hear my breathing stop
I can feel my blood pressure rock
Like never before
She came to me
She said to me
Do you want to be
my love
It dawned on me
It shone on me
The night was gone
My love
I can hear my breathing stop
I can feel my blood pressure rock
I can hear, an angle’s pin drop
I can hear, the petals drop
From a dandelion’s mane
And I can hear my breathing stop
I can feel my blood pressure rock
I can hear an angle’s pin drop
I can hear the petals drop
THE SINNER’S ARMS
The doctor looked me straight in the eye then looked at my long arms by my sides and gently she opined that I should purge my sin
The road to freedom she whispered to me is littered with the souls of long-armed men for whom the chance to purge their sin it has gone
And so each morning it begins, ablution before the very first drink, arms naked like a baby to be bathed in the sink
The water pours, but it burns my soul, administered like a rusted saw and finished slowly with nails twisted under my skin, under my skin under my skin
And every day my road grows longer, every new step is one less bolder, like I’m marking out fresh doubt in deep wet sand
Still I take each day as it happens, arm in arm with my trusted companions, youth and spirit, who shoulder me on my way, on my way, on my way
And I think often of the doctor’s smile, that glimmer in her eye that just might say if only things had panned out differently
But I know her counsel offers no hope, for every mountain a hidden downslope, my ressurection always one more wash away, one more death away, one more death away
And the story goes that the length of the road is measured by the number of the traveller’s sins, and I’ve got a list as long as my sinner’s arms
And the sinner who washes his hands of the past can purge his soul and lighten the load, lighten the burden of his long sinner’s arms
My sinner’s arms, my sinner’s arms, my sinner’s arms, my sinner’s arms
Photo: G. Leitenberger (2024)
STUNG
I got stung
I got stung
When I was asleep
And even cooling vinegar
Won’t help me
I got stung
I dreamt you’d walked out on me
And now no words you say
Can help me
I lie awake
On the pillow I see your pretty head
Bad dreams won’t ever make me
Get up and leave
I got stung
I got stung
And even if your kisses taste of vinegar
I wont ever, ever leave
SPINNING LIES
I see the ghosts of a woman long dead
She was once wronged by me
I see trees bent west
Pushed by the mourning breeze
I see yellow candles burn
With lemon scent
I hear three empty voices say in bottles that
I’m innocent
And every summer now I will live will be warmer than the last
Every summer I have lived will be colder than the next
The east wind blows
As cruel as it can be
The east wind it blows
Around me
And every summer now I will live will be warmer than the last
Every summer I have lived will be colder than the next
If we all pull together we can make it pop
Pull together we can make it stop
If we all blow together the balloon will pop
The world spinning its lies
And every summer now I will live will be warmer than the last
Every summer I have lived will be colder than the next
SHOOTING STARS
Will you pick me up
Will you take me up
Will you place me up
High on your wall
Love me up
Put me up
Keep me up
Keep it up
Like shooting stars
Like shooting stars
Photo: G. Leitenberger (2024)
DRIVE FREE
My car is off the road
I’m going slowly
I’m going off the rails
I’m going down
You say you’re too busy
But you’re always too busy
To tell the truth
I’m never on your mind
You think I’m a fool
For not moving
You think I’m a fool
For not using my time
My windshield is broke
I’m exposed to the outside
This intemperate life
Run off the road
Run and hide
I wish I could
I wish i could drive free
Run off the road
Run and hide
I wish I could drive free
From this life
My car is off the road
I’m truly ditched
Waiting for the winch
To hoist me high
Run off the road
Run and hide
I wish I wish I could drive free
Run off the road
Run and hide
I wish I could I wish I could drive free
From this life
From this life
TERMINUS
I’m rising in the brotherhood of Cancer
A shadow on my back
I met two young witches
Another shadow on my track
They fixed me a stare
What’s your name where you going to?
I’m travelling through the brotherhood of Cancer
They said I won’t be coming back
Coming back
I sport this grey beard
Grey complexion and state of mind
There’s an energy running through me
With fuel burning on time
I know one road leads to another
I know one road leads to the next
I’m looking for road end
I’m looking for Terminus
Terminus
Terminus
The shadow on the road is me
The footsteps at my back are mine
Old greybeard old greybeard
Has become a state of mind
A state of mind
Terminus
Terminus
Photo: G. Leitenberger (2024)
TIME’S A DOG
In Aberdeen drinking
Cold beer and gasoline
I don’t know where time went to
But my dog knows where I’ve been
Met a young girl in gabardine drinking
Champagne and eau de vie
I don’t know where her youth went to
But I know now where she’s been
In gabardine she looked like millions
There’s a million who look just like me
In gabardine she walked
From Dundee without me
Time’s a dog, but he’s not mine
I don’t know where time went to
But my dog knows where I’ve been
Met a soulmate in Glasgow drinking
Rose of Tralee
I told her I was on my own
She said the dog was with me
Time’s a dog, but he’s not mine
I don’t know where time went to
But my dog knows where I’ve been
In Aberdeen drinking
Cold beer and gasoline
Don’t know where my time went
But I know now where I’ve been
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