a terrible beauty is born
Liner Notes
This song was originally inspired by WB Yeats' poem Easter, 1916; which is about the uprising against British colonial rule in Ireland. The British authorities reacted by executing the ringleaders, stupidly thinking that would be the end of it. However, it shocked the Irish public and galvanised support for independence, which they ultimately achieved a few years later. I wrote some lyrics about unintended consequences but I didn't really like them, so I quickly rewrote them about being in a desert, with the title and outro being the only bits left from the original.
Therefore, these liner notes were entirely pointless. You're welcome.
#indie #dreamy
Lyrics
lost in this desert
i've been stuck here for days
constantly taunted
by a mirage of my mistakes
this sun baked hell
from which there'll be no escape
the sand dunes stretch
for miles all around
my tired frame
crying out for solid ground
the vultures circle
no water to be found
no-one to save me
no matter how loud i howl
in this desolate terrain
death becomes mundane
you make everything profane
i'm the Abel to your Cain
a terrible beauty is born
a terrible beauty is born
a terrible beauty is born
a terrible beauty is born
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