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Botched Fairytale

by M. McCormack M. OHara

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steel capped toes tin heads and leather faces do badgers live in sets or in bunkers or burrows we only see them when they're dead well bred, you don't need any sense of direction when the world is your ashtray and your spittoon you've danced for your dinner marched in for your winner now you've been sent in for the kill with a gecko on your feet and a fur around your neck the woods are growing furniture now you're the one we're rooting for the lake is frozen over but you don't wait around for nature in that garb that you were made for doing what your saviour said you've danced for your dinner marched in for your winner now you're in way over your head with a sniper at your heels and a number round your neck the bodyheat of heavy prey turned the snow to slush and clay the wild man's taken over now it's haywire in the crossfire so what was all that protocol for asking for your next of kin you've drilled for the dummyrun crashtested everyone blueprints think in single file shine the boots that walk the dirt watch the merceneries wash up in a mosh pit you boobietrapped with your hands tied behind your back the messhall's out of order you shift the dirt and heave and haul in the trudge around the mountain but you haven't budged the borders
2.
Dont listen to the captain He just shifts the skylines Of the pretty ship drifting To the tampered with compass Dont listen to the starboard THey're too busy singing THat they're all a crowd of wankers On the portside Dont heed the portside THey shout from the crow's nest They're made out of liars And the power of persuasion All the old sorrows Hooked up in the hold Cured in the water THat's rotting the floors I saw the water in the bowels THining rhyme and reason down I climbed up into the clamour Cause I couldn't keep it out We threw headstones in ahead of us To make room for the war Stopped to watch them splash Before they sank to solid ground The ground was pulling away THe floorboards drifting off to sea I didn't know which side to pick THe rules were thin And the blood was thick
3.
If it was an invasion we didn't know where they came from Even the news didn't know what it was THey're were archetits everywhere getting the grotty look off They said we'd different necessities now THe streets were full of rumours An aquaintance of some stranger said the world went out of business Flogging tapers to the devil Lost everything that anybody owned It was rainin down confetti From their paper cut machettis precision nics and cuts that hit Exactly where it really hurt Took everything that anybody owned It's a loud and horrible sound All of the clamour coming out of his mouth Pay your share of blood and hair None of your money's any good here They'd dibs on the deeds To all of the needs Pocession was all of the law They said the prize that your eye's on Is just up that horizon Follow the queue to the skywriting star The wait was worse than we thought But the billboards said swifter than god So we followed til our three wise wishes Festered in the trickery Turned into offerings of death and tax and spam THe lines were so long they went slack We were falling away at the back THe PA stopped whisperin When the wind went against him Turned off the speakers said we weren't listening When we got there he'd his feet on the counter And with a face like his father Said it's a bitter old tablet But you're lucky to have it And you must not bite the hand that's the quickest
4.
The Flats 03:50
the flats have become completely antisocial the lift refuses to come down block a has kicked out all of it's tenants on the eight floor over the past ten years leaving mrs kennedy she's got no neighbours anymore rip the sink out rip the walls down throw the carpets out throw the beds out burn the kitchen table rip the kids out rip the walls down rib the carpets out throw the beds out burn the kitchen table the playground is on the soup block b isn't helping he's rallied round the troops his cysterns have gone completely apeshit and the plumbing's ran away with the spoon mister says ill give you better cement this time good clean norweigan verges chinese sweedish scottish bread skylines lower cost, no maintaince we don't make the same mistakes twice
5.
the eulogists are sighing as i turn the music up tell the gideons they should've put a picture on the front i've got my headshots in the glovebox in case they're casting any truents and a reflection like a mugshot that didn't mean to do it from a layby up on three rock the shrunken town looks shriveled up i know i'm leaving with a bigger ghost and a little less for it to haunt thinking about the places they twinned up all these towns with till i'm somewhere out in erris where they just bury them when they're finished you're a pain in the heart you're a pain in the head you've the sole hanging off my show the trees grow to meet me the wind blows me back i could get a greener grass for half the cash in the ballymahon they've got in france no one would ever say no if i asked them i'd be playing some bigshot in the ballymoe in nebraska but the skin doesn't seem to mind much what it's growing around i'll drive out to blacksod and just go home they'll see my name on the '06 census or hacked in the back of a pub toilet door i think of cromwell with his army and st bridget and her cloak the ground doesn't care it covers everything up i sat on a beach you could see inis gluaire still there in the sweat from the world keeping going everything buried except the story i know you'll be waiting and you know i'll be home they'll see my name on the '06 census or hacked on the back of a pub toilet door
6.
Palm Sunday 03:21
THere's a lockin in the church the pub is dead and the shop is shut we wiped the dust off the old organ piled the pews up against the wall the main aisle's dubh le daoine and we're dancing up a storm there's a sing song in the sacristy for the not so nimble and the old we'll invite the guards into the party when they come knockin on the door mrs kennedy's got some pots of jam she made for the sale of work we spread it out on communion wafer fr murphy keeps out the back he say's noone is to tell the bishop but he's sure jesus wouldn't mind we picnic in the candle light and wash it down with alter wine
7.
Chasers 04:27
we go by the toll with the rest of the world and a battering ram to the watering hole the barman is friendly says the kegs are long empty but everyone's welcone yeah bring your own beer the stage is all scattered the band stand on tables and we dance around by their feet the world is all broken the glasses all filthy we're drinking our whiskey down neat rounds go round in doses i've seen that one before seen all those undead voices saying i should know more with eyes gone all beady we'd outstayed by weeks should've sawn off the losses should've gone home to sleep there's roadkill in the cobwebs dropping like flies only six of us left to set the scene for the crime doused in deoderant and rinsed in the sink carrying on though my money's long spent i'll take what i can get there's no earlyhouse yet just barbed wire and shutters and the last of the dregs we passed round a spliff to ward off the damage on a manky old couch behind ganley's garage then me and mulvaney the last two left standing climbed up on the roof of the old cash&carry the sun started to rise up through the muck and the mist lighting us warped as we wandered the streets everything twisted with myxomatosis you could've smashed up my nose and i wouldn't have known it .. now i wake by the knell in this half baked hell to a bottle of plonk with an involuntary yell wishing i'd stabbed her with cold blooded menace or martyred some bastard so they'd nail on the sentence the laneway was cobbelled in cardboard and vomit where me and the alleyrats watched mulvaney in bits she was having a fit i left her flapping like a fish in the gutter
8.
i promise i'll be good no sticking my hands where they dont belong no more cigarettes no more drink to boot do you love me? if you love me? do you love me? I will not sleep in ill bath my walking partner then we'll hose the kids then we'll pack the stuff... clean sheets healthy babies hanging out to dry in the lawn contents insurance eveything is secure i will genuinely care stuff the kids with food stuff the car with kids holiday inn.. Ill look out for you not at the view at the price of fuel 40 euro it'll get us there and back The car radio dj talks about job losses in the west ill pray for your promotion dont do that your daddys trying to drive dont do that your mammys trying to figure out where the hell we are going
9.
they took you out the back way they kicked the last ounce of sense right out of you you just scratched and pleaded along the ground giving it all away you're fireing from all cylinders today each night your mother she picks the splinters out of whatever two tonne testimony whatever hard boiled story about being too big for this place foot in your mouth gets the bad taste out you got the makings of a nasty bite there she's screaming from the rafters they think they got me all wrapped up in plaster i hear them quoting from the riot act but i'm laughing in their faces i'm saving up all of my wages i'm leaving this town tomorrow and my ma's going to keep my rumours basted spitting in the fire until you're sitting by the ashes hanging round til morning watching them sweeping up your wishes and you would've pissed yourself laughing if someone said that this could happen as you ready steadied on the chains then didn't bother leaving when they snapped now you know your way around the jukebox and how to play it like you're doing them all a favour you blame it all on bad luck and noone gets a word in with all this talk of leaving and this shit stirring with your coat on
10.
I never took to rhyme or reason the way i took to other things hit the ground like i was running with a pack of pilgrims swore that i was praying but i was just panicing for the sick you played all the songs that told me it's the motive not the means and not the end and mother nature loves to get a good run for her money but noone's ever given her the slip like lightening hit the hanging tree the night before they came for me there's an abandoned confession in a basket by the door the old dog's still sniffing for a wishbone in a dead greycrow i saw all the limbs you had to land on all the times you'd had to fall saw your nerves hung out round your shoulders i put a coat over it all robbed the coins out of your couch touched the wood it didn't count said it's just another flirting vice that hangs around my door at night we met about a million times but ill quit before i get behind I went back to see the rebels headstones you showed me when i was small now the place is like a shark's mouth teeth coming up out of the ground and im just some bodysnatcher underneath the watchtower looming down I met the crosswind on the bridge blowing bleak up off the water saw one scavenger for sorrow it'll have to swoop again tomorrow there was nothing anywhere but the ware and the tare and the sound of your bells started weighin in you'd explained how the law of gravity applies to everything and everybody and anyone can fall out of everybody's arms i didn't understand it until now
11.
he called you his rosaline your first part with scripts and scenes and his lines said all the better to lie to you with my dear you loved him in a dialect that he only barely spoke your insider said woe betide her if she thinks she can clear this course i know that you're not missin they're not sure that you're dead i saw you in the layby where you dumped your favourite dress you slept in car boots out at the airport with a ducttape choker round your throat then you lay down in the wastelands and dared the briars to grow i know you wiped your prints off from the scene of this whole mess and off the knife held to the heart of all that you have left the briars grew at angles towards your neck as you lay watching the attempts of the kings snifferdogs and men and you didn't call out then he called you his rosaline your first part with scripts and scenes and his lines said all the better to lie to you with my dear when you woke in the web that rosaline wove soaked in the rain that settled the dust they found you and laughed at the shape that your face made in the mud gotta radio facelift and a herald education gotta scandal band aid if you collect up all the tokens gotta pass the parcel to a higher power gotta goalpost in a briefcase on the case and whatever sort of loophole that you want around your neck the patron saint of mass opinion saving headlines off of kiosk walls sponsored out of good abandon if enough of you can make the call oh daddy can we twist it so it looks like they've fixed it when it was the least of what was wrong we want a law to fill the loophole up there are arms that we can get up in give us trees to line the roads not a clue what's goin on gotta woodwork decoy with nothin coming out of it let it scatter out behind you when ive got you distracted got cares and airs and a household name gotta know so cause you're told so get you on overtime in the driveline get you a good fool's frequency and ill charm you to default billboards on roundabouts with big beards filling little faces and journalists go on about whatever sells their evening papers

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Described by BBC Radio 6 as "just like something you've never heard before", Marie O Hara and Mariel McCormack are a music making duo from County Longford.

In 2008, sick of sitting around complaining about the lack of lyrical content in the Irish music they heard on the radio, the duo formed because they wanted to do their bit for the situation.
They had a vision of an album that provoked, it would be blunt and unsafe and uncomfortable, full of ideas and energy that reflected the ugliness and beauty of everyday life, an album that was universally relevant but distinctly Irish.

The result of this vision is Botched Fairytale, the duo's much anticipated album.
It is a collection of 12 uncompromising songs about Ireland and the people in it.
These songs are full of stories, written with unflinching honesty and set in a landscape of wild and decrepit music, excess and failure, personal and political lunacy, tourist attractions, broken bottles, shattered people and battered dreams.

Influenced by Shane MacGowan and the Pogues, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Pinter, Bukowski, the plusses and minsuses of Ireland, by the mistakes that they've made and the people they've met.

Currently the physical album is FREE If you would like a free album posted to you contact botchedfairytale@gmail.com.

Lyrics are under each individual track on this site.





We would like to thank everyone who visited us in Mayo. Also thanks to a good friend Colm Mallon who sang on tracks 6 and 11 and played harmonica on track 11.

This album is dedicated to everyone who supported us. It is dedicated to all the fans, all the bloggers, all the strangers who continue to send us lovely emails and it is dedicated our families and our friends. The process would have been really lonely without you.


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released August 15, 2011

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