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• Artiste: David Keenan
• Titre: Subliminal Dublinia
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Noiseless nomad, what does the road hold For this cradle capped croppie Hands covered in chalk I’ve withstood many tremors In this constellation of plasticity Water diviner, point me towards the source I am a stevedore hauling heavy cargo From the bowels of the ship I spat a thought cleansing spit Wiping my lips on my sleeve The dope seeking dopamine Walks the streets of Dublinia Subliminal Dublinia Shhh… there are those fast asleep But there is warmth to be found in our hearts Decent sons and daughters Jesus Christ, is that you bedding down for the night Ah, with your knees tucked to your chin? Ah, would you look at him? Ah, would you take one Ah, would you take one look at him? The eyes, the eyes that draw you in Get a look at her Ah, would you take one look? Ah, would you take one look at her? Do you see yourself in her? Weren’t you at the school with her? I spat a thought cleansing spit Into the medicinal breeze That chews up all the leaves Upon the streets of Dublinia I spat a thought cleansing spit Into the medicinal breeze That chews up all the leaves Upon the streets of Dublinia I spat a thought cleansing spit Into the visceral winds that rage And lift the words from the lazy page Awakened minds, take to the stage Overthrowing the weak Denying beds to those who sleep Upon the semi-conscious streets Of subliminal Dublinia Give me a Dublinia Where no one dies of the cold While others reap what they stole Isn’t that a start? Isn’t that a start? Dublinia, I love you But you’re breaking my heart Revolution, I call you from this horse drawn cart A revolution of the mind And of the soul And of the heart Isn’t that a start? Oh, Dublinia, I love you But you’re breaking my heart Revolution, I call you from this horse drawn cart A revolution of the mind And of the soul And of the heart Isn’t that a start? Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas… Oh, Dublinia, I love you But you’re breaking my heart Revolution, I call you from this horse drawn cart A revolution of the mind And of the soul And of the heart Isn’t that a start? I still love you Isn’t that a start? Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas Occupy the city with original Ideas… Isn’t that a start?