Can't Sentence a String Together

by John McGurgan

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released January 25, 2012

Recorded at Start Together Studios Belfast
Mixed by Barrett Lahey & Joe McGurgan
Mastered by Michael Keeney

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John McGurgan Belfast, UK

Maybe I'll have a log cabin in the mountains. Spend the twilight on the porch in a tin bath, glass of wine and a smoke, ears tuned into Hank and Bill. Such contentment. Love listening. Need my guitar, and of course, all those mystical notions of the longed for that I seem to arc around it.....

But the dream is a dream.
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Track Name: bloody valentines day
When it’s over it’s over
That’s what they say
That’s what you’ll tell yourself
On bloody Valentines Day

Half mornings, half coffee, half letters, half news
Half of someone in those photographs too

Love is trouble in the wrong time wrong place
Make it a double, for a rotten pretty face
No candlelight evening meal wine
No dancing feet on mine

Well it’s goodbye to blues
And it’s goodbye to everything
Broken hearts can’t say
I’m done living day to day

This empty future hurts half as much
Half as much as living with the news
That you don’t love me
You’ll never love me anymore
Track Name: domestic goods & bads
Why move away, when we signed a year lease
For a house with a garden?
No parking bay.
Sure the cars never used, it’s a dander into town…
And these twenties walls weren’t made for drilling,
Tried to hang a few shelves, the walls weren’t square
Obviously they’re never gonna sit the way that they should

My dear domestic goods and bads.

We’re a stones throw from the park
Where we can sit out until dark, why move away?
The washing machine has a mind of its own,
We hold the oven door closed with a bamboo pole,
Obviously it’s never gonna cook the way that it should.

My dear domestic goods and bads

What do you think my dear..?
Shall we struggle here another year?
In the weighing up of this old town..?
In the weighing up of a two up two down?
Let’s move away
We can’t get a permanent job
And the Tories got back in.

Maybe Canada, we both score enough points
We’ll live in a log cabin after all
Let’s move away.
You take a leap if you want to find a new safety net
I’m sick and tired of making do
Obviously it might not work the way that you think

My dear domestic goods and bads.
Track Name: two up two down
Tall trees, tall trestles for roses sweet pea
Now roll down your window box gardener’s sleeves
We’ve got landscape degrees
We should be out in the fields

Dreaming up our own mud plots
Forget about these grow bags and pots
We’re choking in this dry city’s dry dock
And we can’t even buy a two up two down

A lean to a hot house for the plants
Draw the river water from the river bank.
It’s simple times for two cabbage patch kids
Drunk on the season for drinking fine wine

Fine wine, fine textures, aromas, ripe fruits
And so we stockpile the elegant
Green clear and brown empties
I guess we’re down in the dumps.
Track Name: clyde & the great depression
Louisiana highway miles from anywhere
Forget why we’re running from the law scared
Job after job we can’t pack it in
They’re never gonna stop chasing us down
Until the bitter end

Watch how the flowers are all made sweeter by the sunshine and the dew
And the worlds a little brighter now by the lives of folks like me and you

So we’ll kiss in such dangerous confusion
But I will always watch your back, my love for you
Not because you’re beautiful, not because you’re innocent
And not because you’re vulnerable to what the world might throw at you
But because I know you love me too

From schoolboy to rattlesnake
I'm public enemy of officials
Officially on the take
Clemency’s not a word they understand Bonnie
Big business is the business for a government businessman honey

Watch how their flowers are all made sweeter by the sunshine and the dew
Well their worlds gonna be a little darker now by the lives of folks like me and you

So we’ll kiss in such dangerous confusion.
Track Name: on the nose
Where will we live when we’re making the million?
Wherever we want dear, if we could have anything
Can you see you and me living by some deep blue sea?
Buy expensive gifts for the family?
Just you wait, you and me

We won’t need a house when we’re making the million
We’ll do better than that we’ll make a few million
We’ll afford a smorgasbord of matching pretty things
On board our little boat on the deep blue sea

We’ll drift our way happy as happy as we like
On the nose or each way?
Life’s a lottery racing away

How long will we live when we’re making these millions?
As long as we want, death will be insignificant
We can choose where and when
Freeze ourselves and live again
They’ll wake us up from a deep blue sleep

We’ll drift our way happy as happy as we like
On the nose or each way?
Life’s a lottery racing away.
Track Name: look who's talking
There’s always the parties pretend drunk
The uninvited cliques in cliques
The ones that say ‘well, we came together
so we’ll remain together’
They have a little drink together
Some too close too much talkers
Some slabbering one uppers
Some friends of a friends of a friend’s friend

Why are you talking to me I just say it how I see?
Look who’s talking like you’re the best
You’re no damn better than anybody else
Look who’s talking, well you’re ruining my evening.

It’s a rocking party alright!
Changing the music every time the DJ’s out of sight
Why do girls go to the bathroom together?
Stand talking forever in a heavy traffic area

Why are you talking to me I just say it how I see?
Track Name: can't sentence a string together
I get so drunk I can’t sentence a string together
Let’s drink together and sentence a string
We drip and we drop in the high sink of love
Well darling we can’t even sentence a string.

My woolliness of expression is just for you dear
My directness and clarity disappear year by year
And if a man speaks his mind and there’s not a woman there to hear it
Is he still wrong?

No accumulation of material possessions, no position of power or prestige
And academic inflation means my degree is worth shit
But if the dreams just a dream why not let me dream it?
I get so drunk I can’t sentence a string.
Track Name: queen of the county star herald
A Hollywood magazine
Snaps a home coming queen
Rubbing shoulders with the carpet control
A bright eyed picture of a girl
Tight photoflash twirls
She’s underdressed to impress
Some vegetable in an animal world

Hollywood’s good, go go dance like you should
Spin the yellow brick road’s revolving door
Hollywood’s good, go go dance like you should
Don’t get left on that cutting room floor

Three cheers for the stiletto girl
She’s been trying to change her world
One piece at a time
Sometime someday maybe

If you want to stand out in the drama
Be careful what you show the camera
Or they’ll photograph the dark
They’ll flashlight the extreme, overdeveloping
Rough pictures from background scenes
She’s lost the Dorothy in her eyes
Check out those jelly rolling thighs
As she kicks her no place like homes
Pulse racing, rattling old bones

Hollywood’s good, go go dance like you should
Spin the yellow brick road’s revolving door
Hollywood’s good, go go dance like you should
Don’t get left on that cutting room floor.
Track Name: who spots the talent?
Who spots the talent?
Who backs the winners?
Hell who moves it all along?
Who’s got the business brain?
The funding application game?
Who’s fingering the pie?
Who’s got the love?
Who invites the talent?
Builds a little home for it?
Builds corners out of friends?
Who measures twice?
Cuts once?
On the waste side of the line you want?
Who’s fingering the pie?
Who’s got the love?

We’ve got the groove
We’ve got those dirty dancing moves
Out on the hunt for talent

How do we cook the numbers shall we integrate?
How do we cook the numbers shall we differentiate?
Have another liquid lunch with Mrs Smart’s arts administrative staff?

We’ve got the groove
We’ve got those dirty dancing moves
Out on the hunt for talent
Track Name: if you see Jesus
Take a walk through the country and empty the mind and breathe in the wild again
Take a seat in that country and rest tired legs and paint like a child again
And if you see Jesus would you beat him to death?
Would you beat him to death again?
Don’t paint between the sky and the land leave the white of the page again
And leave it to dry itself in the sun a little face with her lines again
And if you see Jesus would you beat him to death?
Would you beat him to death again?