Five Burned With Tyres

The Gulf of Araby

If you could fill a vale with shells from Kilinney’s shore
& sweet talk in a tongue that is no more
If wishful thoughts could bridge
the Gulf of Araby between…
What is
what is
What is
and what can never be

If you could hold the frozen flow of New Hope Creek
& hide out from the one they said you might meet
If you could unlearn all the words that you never wanted heard
If you could stall the southern wind that’s whistling in your ears
You could take what is
What is
What is
To what can never be

One man of seventy whispers free at last,
Two neighbours who are proud of their massacre,
three tyrants torn away in a winters mug
four prisoners framed by a dirty judge
five burned with tyres
six men still inside
and seven more days to shake at the great divide
The Gulf of Araby

Well we would
plough and part the earth to bring you home
we would harvest every miracle ever known
if they laid out all the things that these tenures want to bring
we would gladly give them up
to bring you back to us
There is nothing we would not give
to kiss you and believe
we can take what is
what is
what is
to what can never be

One man of seventy whispers not free yet,
Two neighbours who make up knee deep in their dead
three tyrants grab the reigns in the summers heat
four prisoners lost in the fallacy
five on my life
six have died inside
and seven more days to shake at the great divide
The Gulf of Araby
The Gulf of Araby …
The Gulf of Araby

Music & Lyrics by Katell Keineg

 

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