Member Since: 4/22/2007
Band Members:Paddy Mulcahy & Mariel McCormack
Sounds Like: ...................Ashes Blown
"A while ago were her and me,
the hand that rocked reality.
And senseless sensibility,
in each other we were free.
The whispers coming through the trees
the erotic moans of liberty.
Erotic moans have dangerous tones,
inspiring, tiring and alone.
The best of love is always fleeting.
Hatred grown of beds a creeking.
Causing those who are not free
to strip the skin of which we be.
Even bones have legends grown.
Jealousy and covers blown.
The dead weight is like a stone
causing those who are not free
to burn the bones of which we be.
The ashes blown of liberty.
Where the stones and ashes landed
the seeds were sown far better than dead.
Where “bitter†and “forgive†had wed.
Causing those who were not free
to eat the fruit of which we be
And choke to death on liberty".
Twenty Miles DownThe Evening faded with my hopes, cars dimmed their lights as they paused.
Hitchhiking a ride on the subconscious dark side while standing on broken class.
I thought about the motor ways wiping out the vagabonds. Their spirits crushed by the bullies on the play ground, i felt like the victim of a post modern hit man.
Waving the white flag at creations last stand. The Cars that pull up on the curb signal my escape.
These 20 miles are the longest and the Hardest ill ever have to face.
The Windscreen picture show was rolling the driver and the passenger the cast.
His dirty eyes shouted silence in the front row my face pressed against the glass.
The clouds are the lost souls scared of being useless.
Struggling along with their threats and abuses,
Passed the point where dreams become excuses.
Old flames burn in their houses because it suits us.
The rusted fields were the credits rolling.
A sea of meaning for the lost.
They once caught his soul on CCTV as he was sneaking off.
The inhibition tent was folding.
The longing and the hurting you could trace to his hand that slipped down to feel between my legs and lost out to the human race.
A cry for help may be met with aggression.
No strings attached is a real hard lesson.
Sometimes arriving is the same as crashing.
I had to drag his body from the wreck.
I had to knock him out just incase.
These 20 miles are the longest and the hardest I ever had to face.
World in Reverse
Lost like dessert sand, my memory repaired.
I wish the godless hand had never went down there.
I wanted to be sad and struggled on at first.
But then I saw you smile the world in reverse.
This morning after years, now too dim to trace.
The alabaster tears climb up along your face.
I find your greatest shame, naked in July.
In the dessert rain floats back up to the sky.
I wished that I could run, like I always do .
Blame the holy arts , a cowards point of view.
I have all these dreams and still my ego thirsts.
But then I saw your smile the world in reverse.
Finally the rope hangs loose around your neck.
A mirage to cope, images of sex.
I saw your six inch heals dig out of the sand.
To know how it would feel to take some bodies hand.
I wanted to be crushed, to hide under this weight.
Expose the photograph so that youd fade away.
Now that you are gone the heat is at its worst.
But then I saw your smile the world in reverse.
Reflections By Mariel McCormack: neither cropped or photoshopped. Enlarged as requested.
The Song Dead Birds was recorded in a loft bedroom in Brittas Bay Co Wicklow and features Paddy Mulcahy (guitar), David Knox (lead guitar) and Mariel Mc Cormack (vocals). All Lyrics written by Paddy Mulcahy
Profile Image: Katherina Milek's Mugshot
Heads on Sticks by Mariel McCormack
Currently writing new music and recording in the near future....
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: None