My Heart is a Knot of Blood

by ainriail

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released July 22, 2016

Humans who did the things:

Bass and vocals: Eric Burke
Drums, vocals, samples: Tommy Foster
Pump organ: Roxanne Hugenberger
Fiddle: Craig Cox

Engineered by Finty and Tommy
Mixed and mastered by Tommy
Tape Duplication by Callum Browne (Little L Records)

Recorded in Jaja Studios Stoneybatter, Tommy's gaff and Craig's gaff, February - April 2016

Endless thanks, hugs n kisses to:

Finty McCába for help engineering the live sessions, advice and support, Craig and Roxanne for putting loads of time in last minute, Paul O'Connor and Eris for perspective, everyone in Jaja Studios for being sound, Callum for sorting out the tapes, Tony for the teaching, Carlos for the cuddles.




The voice samples used in this recording are taken from many documentaries found online including: The Pipe, Pipe Down, The Rocky Road to Dublin, Sex In A Cold Climate, and other clips about the Magdalene laundries and mother and baby homes, as well as some cartoons we like that you can guess.

If ya want more info on the Shell to Sea Campaign, or more general information on the control of natural resources by private interests visit shelltosea.com

For more info about the Gardai and their repressive, political policing of the island, check out "Making Policing History" by the Garda Research Institute (wsm.ie/book/export/html/7668)

"An Garda Síochana - Analysis of a Police Force Unfit for Purpose" by Conway, Hanahoe and Monaghan (www.scribd.com/doc/248609920/An-Analysis-of-a-Police-Force-Unfit-for-Purpose)

Other Resources and Campaigns related to the things we're whinging about on this album:

irishhousingnetwork.org
theicarusproject.net
www.abortionrightscampaign.ie
Caliban and the Witch by Silvia Federici

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Track Name: Born Bastard
Born into a training,
we are bred and bit by bit shown how to shun.
Bulling through each moment,
our hearts will burst in the end.

I am man who understands
all the fear and hate I can.
As I project you all will see
what I am.

(Chorus) x2
[Growing]
into fiends for all control.
[Controlling]
all emotion never shown.
[Showing]
a mind designed to undermine,
everything we need to cope.

Every dickhead wants to be his own messiah.

Soon behold the final goal,
the god that has become my soul
as heathens drown you all will see
what you are

(Chorus) x1

Don't listen to me.
Track Name: Ayehategards
Once we act, you will display the power we lack.
Move back, get back. Our place is not at power's heart.
Protect what? The needs of greed and ruler's word.
We all are pawns, scrapping while our will is lost.

Democracy suspended when you don't agree.
Who disagree will die unnecessary.
Defenders of the will of power and money.
You disobey, this long arm will strike down.

Get back behind the line.

They control thru fear of the court and the cell,
Every guard in the street is a guard in your head.

We all are pawns, distracting to the tyrant's glee.
Blame the weak, imprison all so poor unfree.
You cannot jail all people as they move as one.
This refusing attitude cannot be undone.
Track Name: Monsters Live In Gold Houses
Holy father, soul controller,
Sadistic prick,
You took them young and you warped them
with the belt of a stick.
In secret, in silence,
sick shame thrives.
Let us pray, meditate,
on shame survived

We're born sick with shame, born sick with shame.
We're born sick with shame, born sick with shame.

Soul controller, leave this body,
leave this heart be, we control we.

(Chorus):
Your flock has fled
your filthy grasp.
Can you repent
for preaching dread?

Man of god, Mother of god,
Save our souls and our broken hearts.
No more time for the holy kind,
The scent of the chapel burned from our minds.
Man of god, mother of god,
Save our souls and our broken hearts.
Broken god, voiceless god,
Save our souls.

We're born sick with shame, born sick with shame.
We're born sick with shame, born sick with shame.

(Chorus)

Unhallowed heathens embrace you.
Unholy feelings will sustain you.
You don't need teaching, you are an earthling.

Man of god, Mother of god,
Save our souls and our broken hearts.
Man of god, Mother of god,
Save our souls and our broken hearts.
Man of god, Mother of god,
Save our souls and our broken hearts.

We've no use for shame, no use for shame.
We've no use for shame, no use for shame.

(Chorus)
Track Name: They Break Their Backs
Round here there's buildings to see,
void of meaning, all broke and empty.
Round here there's people to see,
lying in state, wakes aplenty.
They all died of cold in their sleep.
They all died of cold in their sleep.

Round here there's buildings to see,
void of meaning, all broke and empty.
Round here there's people to see,
lying in state, wakes aplenty.
They all died of cold in their sleep.
They all died of cold in their sleep.

They work all day and worry all night,
they teach, they trade, they cry and fight.
They work all day and worry all night,
they build and move from site to site.
They break their backs to pay off banks
for tracts of land worked by their hands,
They wake before the sun lights land
to feed and meet the young ones needs,
We're prisoners in our minds, our time
is tied to capital's designs.

Billboards in town preaching remedies.
Working, aching, feeding the machine
Every minute until our dying breaths withering.

We fell for this
protection racket.
Long waiting lists
for the scraps undamaged.
We fell for this
protection racket.
We fell for it.
So democratic.

We fell for it.
Track Name: December (Keep The Head Down, Say Nothin)
The river rescue's over-worked.
One a week since money dried.

Bodies to find in the Boyne,
Low bridges hide the signs.
If the river dried who would we find
on the bed, who's escaped time?
To the dead, thoughts go and linger.
Say goodbye in our minds.

Frail, frayed and frowning,
I'll crawl in to my mind.
Brain's hurt and empty.
Wait till the days unwind.
Wait, wait, wait.


From the bleakest days
You can find a way
Back to yourself.

I don't wanna be my enemy,
I can change my reality.

Free now from the mind,
Solace free to find.


I am complex animal,
with mammalian dreams and a mammal heart.
I am a human animal:
a wound up spring in a suit of skin.
Tear thru the surface image,
Under epidermis nerves and tendons shake.
No escape from the world that shapes us,
Spit back swallowed feelings in a healing rage.


You don't wanna be your enemy,
You can change your reality.

Free now from the mind,
Solace free to find.

From the bleakest days,
You can find a way….
Track Name: I Met A Demon Today
Pain ignored melts away,
seeps thru every organ,
binding mind and mouth.

Pain ignored finds a way,
back up thru the surface,
moves our tongues and limbs.

Empty heads roaring again,
Rattling nerves with a vicious hiss.
Saying nothing, mind seems still.
Really rotten thoughts overspill.
Beating down tender minds,
Demon's voice speaks as mine.

When your turn comes it takes you
and swallows you whole.

Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning, turning.

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