subliminal dublinia

keenan, david

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?