Wabi​-​Sabi Soul

by Dylan Tighe

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Ducasse (for my grandmother) Life is like A drug that drains The mind of sense And what remains When all is lost? No recompense No breath left In the future tense And most of us die As the demons bray The happy few Die another way Life in her limp Glove-puppet hand Ducasse slips slow off To another land And the living left Thinking of themselves No amount of loss Can erase that debt Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du And most of us die As the demons bray The happy few Die another way Life in her limp Glove-puppet hand Ducasse slips slow off To another land And the living left Thinking of themselves No amount of loss Can erase that debt Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Flowers on my Grave Back in 2002 I should have walked away from you Instead of burrowing a hole From which I'm trying still to crawl When all is done there’s nothing worse Than to be loved and not to love There's still a question I must ask That my bad dreams have been made of Will you put flowers on my grave when I am gone, Or will you keep your distance like in life you have done? I went to see a shaman once Way across a mountain pass He bid me say farewell to you But his invocations didn't last Now with this song I say goodbye And wish you well in all you do I apologise for any hurt That I left inside of you Will you put flowers on my grave when I am gone Or will you keep your distance like in life you have done? Mantra Give it a try before you die Never that Simple When you feel like all’s gone wrong When all you're singing is a lonely song Pull the love inside yourself To glue the pieces of the broken delf We’re all doomed and that’s a fact Can’t be saved by no dogmatic tracts Just embrace the vast unknown Let your heart be your metronome But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du When it seems that life is shit Grab a hold of it By the scruff of the neck And paint it like Toulouse-Lautrec Kick against the pricks Who try to diagnose the way you tick Let your brave heart find The strength to leave your mind behind But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple But it’s never that simple Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Du, Du, Du, Du, Du, Du Fuck Perfection I'll tell you where I've been and where I'm gonna go In this tale of wo-o-o-o-o-e Modern human sacrifice: The rich eat steak and the poor eat the rice Pricks still telling us what to do What to think and who to screw I'm jaded, of being anybody other than my self Jaded of playing all the parts of everybody else Jaded of being all the places that I've been before Jaded, sick of this psychic folklore Time to put the theories and the cross away No more judgement days Cling to the rock and not the roll In my wabi-sabi soul Fuck perfection as an ideal Don’t think just feel I'm jaded, of being anybody other than my self Jaded of playing all the parts of everybody else Jaded of being all the places that I've been before Jaded, sick of this psychic folklore Kith and Kin I can't blame the state I'm in On my kith and kin It's all down to myself There's nothing no one else can do The only one can save you is you May the light shine on That's why I'm singing this song To summon the strength within To be my own kith and kin Be my own kith and kin Be my own kith and kin Be my own kith and kin Be my own kith and kin I can't blame the state I'm in On my kith and kin It's all down to myself Take my pain away Love can die so slowly Each time I swear its the last time That I give love a chance. I cut you from my life like a tumour Like a boil to be lanced Although I broke open your heart at the seams The smell of your skin's still invading my dreams although I rationally know we are not of one soul I still feel condemned with no chance of parole Cos love can die, So slowly And Love can die so slowly And Love can die so slowly Ooh- Ooh I search for your face every evening On that vile internet I imagine you fucking another Without an ounce of regret Deep down I don't want you but cant let you go My lust strong as steel while my love melts like snow So pathetically cruel to behave like a child Who discards all his toys and then still feels deprived Love can die, So slowly And Love can die so slowly And Love can die so slowly Ooh-Ooh Ooh-Ooh Salt in my wounds Salt in my wounds Love like a tombstone Marking the spot Where love never grew Marking the chasm Between me and you Romeo's dead and Juliet too You were the queen of that nation Called cold recrimination Taking me down a peg or three Destroying what was you and me But I bear you no illness I wish you peace and great stillness From the heart you said I don't possess I long for just one last caress Salt in my wounds Love like a tombstone Marking the spot Where love never grew Marking the chasm Between me and you Romeo's dead and Juliet too Cult Leader I want to be a cult leader Build my own place Fill it up with people Start my own race To replace religion A harem of blue eyed girls Re-designing morals For my brand new world Won't you tell me maybe baby Maybe you'll come along Cast all of your fears aside And won't you come along For the ride? I want to be a cult leader Be loved by everyone Of every sex and colour Rasputin's only son Proselytising pleasure No bible or book of common prayer No Koran or Torah Total freedom de riguer Won't you tell me maybe baby Maybe you'll come along Cast all of your fears aside And won't you come along For the ride? I want to be a cult leader, Lead my people to the promised land Of milk and honies Palm trees and golden sands Where nothing's forbidden No laws or closing time Love the only weapon To fight the death of time Won't you tell me maybe baby Maybe you'll come along Cast all of your fears aside And won't you come along For the ride? Women are healers When your heart’s like a ship in a storm that’s run aground Gripped by a force that’s lonely and profound The heat that will melt the icebergs of your mind Is to be found in the arms of the healers of humankind Women are healers who can heal all the men So let’s get together and bring pain to an end Women are healers who can heal all the men So let’s get together and bring pain to an end Caesar and god they try to keep you down To stop the force of your love spreading around When what the world needs is so many more seeds of what you sow So that man can be healed and his troubles overthrown Women are healers who can heal all the men So let’s get together and bring pain to an end Women are healers who can heal all the men So let’s get together and bring pain to an end On My knees Trying to start This whole ordeal anew Get back to what I knew When I was five Last time I felt alive To those childhood dreams That seemed oh so real Before time Saw them all fit to steal On my knees Arranging letters Trying to put an order On the chaos of our lives What's at the start? What's at the end? I thought I knew something About the middle but I don't And the only thing That will get me through is work To stem this paralysing urge to lurk Round this mojo-morgue going beserk Just a few small hours a day Come on it could be so much worse I'm hardly working in a factory I'm just singing songs for company On my knees Arranging letters Trying to put an order On the chaos of our lives What's at the start? What's at the end? I thought I knew something About the middle but I don't Northern Soul No more pills to obscure my ills No more reflective overkill No more songs of misery No more existential philosophy I'm okay now I'm okay now No more clouds to block my sun No more tears congealed in tons No more grey blotting out my colour No more days hiding from my mother I'm okay now I'm okay now No more laments in minor chords No more dreams of lonesome fjords May the light shine in to my northern soul Let love begin to take its toll I'm okay now I'm okay now I'm okay now I'm okay now

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released April 15, 2016

Songs:

Ducasse (for my grandmother)
Flowers on my Grave
Mantra
Never That Simple
Fuck Perfection
Kith and Kin
Take my Pain Away
Love Can Die so Slowly
Salt in my Wounds
Cult Leader
Women are Healers
On My Knees
Northern Soul

All songs and Lyrics : Dylan Tighe*
Guitars, Vocals, Casio MT-140 : Dylan Tighe
Bass Clarinet, Saxophone, OP1 synth: Seán Mac Erlaine
Bass : Garvan Gallagher
Drums: Conor Murray
Hammond, Wurlitzer, Rhodes: Darragh O'Kelly
Pedal Steel, Slide Guitar on 'Cult Leader': Travis Lyon
Analogue Tape Effects: Sean Coleman
Gong: Samuel Beckett
Additional voices: Henry Miller, Pope John Paul II, woman at Pope John Paul Mass 1979
* except Take my Pain Away - Music: Dylan Tighe and Conor Murray, and On My Knees : lyrics Dylan Tighe & Grace Dyas.

Produced by Dylan Tighe and Sean Coleman
Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Sean Coleman
Assistant engineer and tape op: Peter Ashmore

Recorded to analogue tape with digital overdubs at Orphan Recording Studios Dublin, Ireland July 2015- February 2016

Cover Illustration : Shota Kotake

The release of the album was celebrated with 2 world-premiere events : an exclusive 5.1 surround sound Listening event with lyrics in 3D in the Light House Cinema Smithfield on May 10th, and a Live Headphones Concert in the main library of DLR Lexicon, Dun Laoghaire on April 29th.
Watch video of headphones concert here: www.youtube.com/watch

Album Reviews:

“ a perfect circle of sound” Hot Press

“ thrums with a level of creative execution that went out with the 1970’s… Tighe has done us all a service by framing reflective music with remarkable eloquence” The Irish Times

“an unpredictable musical odyssey” The Sunday Times

“poignant and soul-bearing..Tighe remains a singular voice and needs to be heard” -GoldenPlec

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