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SELF HELP – A BEGINNERS GUIDE
In the spirit of self help
I have a good talk with myself
Be honest but first
Don’t always presume the worst
Live and let live
Never lose perspective
I’m tired not being in control
My memory is full of holes
My imagination gets the -
Better of me,
The better of me
And these guardian angels you speak of
Play tricks on me
They play tricks on me
Statistically speaking
Any happiness is fleeting
So you should grab it with both hands
Before we’re back in the badlands
And speaking of statistics
I’m an odds on failure at all of this
I told you it was fleeting
It only took a couplet to leave me
My imagination gets the -
Better of me,
The better of me
And these guardian angels you speak of
Play tricks on me
They play tricks on me
Tortured by ambition
With impossible conditions
A will that’s made of granite
An alignment of the planets
Is all that is required
Be incorrectly wired
While the horses of your engines
Pull in opposite directions
I must stop this stream of consciousness
I can’t swim or catch my breath
For very long, I fear I fret
A warrior you thought you’d get ha ha
But I’m hungover maudlin maybe
And my memory evades me
Like all my aims and schemes
Are illusive it would seem
As a whisper in a dream
As a whisper in a dream
As a whisper in a dream
As a whisper in a dream
My imagination gets the -
Better of me,
The better of me
And these guardian angels you speak of
Play tricks on me
They play tricks on me
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2. |
Grace Isn't Easy
04:16
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I finally recognise
To read between the lines
I’ll need another pair of eyes
In the back of my head
The cost of compromise
Too high and on the rise
To have that thing you prized
Snatched from your withering hands
Those pussy hands aren’t hard these days
The lines from work all washed away
The callouses and cuts that played –
An honest roll you couldn’t hide
I’m a conjurer of tricks
I’m a pulling rabbits out of hats
Making something out of nothing
Is nothing to be sniffed at
When you throw your eyes up to the stars
I pray that you don’t stray too far from me
Grace isn’t easy
The girls outside my window
They balance like flamingos
On heels so high and shiny thighs
I hope they don’t fall over
The boys are in the corner
Like March hares in a warren
On the edge of sex and violence
Bragging of their nights and mornings
And middle men look from their seats
Some with envy, some with relief
And wine that’s spiced with aging grief
Is a dangerous cocktail
I know I’m not the best guy
To describe to you the way I really feel
Sometimes it’s hard to separate
What’s in my head from what is real
When you throw your eyes up to the stars
I pray that you don’t stray too far from me
Grace isn’t easy
They’re putting hands on bibles
They need it for survival
The irony’s not lost on me
They won’t use their God given brain
It’s hard not to digress
From God to politics
And how our human legacy
Is a history of domination,
A man my age, I should know better
Maybe I should buy some sweaters
And hide behind a paper of renown
Constantly offended
I may be an OK guy
Or I just might be the best actor you’ve ever seen
I think II’ve got a decent heart
But it’s surrounded by the darkest of dreams
I won’t presume to know
What’s best for you or tell you what to do
If you will do the same for me
But guide me with love and truth
When you throw your eyes up to the stars
I pray that you don’t stray too far from me
Grace isn’t easy
I know that there are times I go too far
You can see this is hard for me
Grace isn’t easy, no
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3. |
After the Wake
04:52
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After The Wake
No sir we won’t cry
That’s not who we are
Don’t ask us how we feel
That language isn’t ours
We keep our faces grim
We keep it all inside
We drink our weight in guilt
And then rejoin the fight
We wear our scars like our tattoos
On upper arms and out of view
CHORUS
And we, we’ll horse on through the night
Because it’s all we know, be it wrong or right
You’re fooling yourself
If you think you have control
We are all at sea
Trying to stay afloat
One day you’ll realise
If it’s not too late
That what we need is love
And love reciprocated
And we’ll forget the unforgiving
And get on and make this living
CHORUS
And we, we’ll horse on through the night
Because it’s all we know, be it wrong or right
I thought that I knew
Of the road from cot to coffin
Then you told it true,
‘Baby, you know nothing.’
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Harbour Master
04:13
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Harbour Master
Once I was a slave
Once I was a slave
Tied up to my Captain’s name
So he could do with me just what he may
Never again I say
Never again I say
I only serve the wind and rain
And I will be the master of my faith
This is my harbour
I am its master
You’re just passing through
Like ships in the night
The ebbing tide
Is coming for you too
Always the same ol fight
Always the same ol fight
The same fight between dark and light
The battlefield is within every man
I try to do what’s right
I try to do what’s right
Lord knows I try and fail and fight
I’ll struggle with the darkness all my life
This is my harbour
I am its master
You’re just passing through
Like ships in the night
The ebbing tide
Is coming for you too
Some men are born to serve
Some men are born to serve
If you have the nerve to say those words
Then you deserve everything you get
But if you want an enemy
If you want an enemy
An enemy is what I’ll be
My axe is sharp and shiny by me knee
This is my harbour
I am its master
You’re just passing through
Like ships in the night
The ebbing tide
Is coming for you too
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Safe Haven
05:57
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Safe Haven
Everything leaves a mark
Nothing is permanent
I guess it’s a paradox
One that we all live in
I don’t mourn much these days
For possibilities leaving
What’s for you won’t pass you
But I got a bad feeling
I’m tired of these people
Who only know their own rights
Shooting of sparks
In rooms of dynamite
And it’s hard to make ends meet
In these times that are so mean
There ain’t much room left for living
In the spaces in between
CHORUS
I have been so down
Things that I’ve been craving
You’re my safe haven
You’re my safe haven
I have been down
Left behind waiting
What I need now
Is your safe haven
I drive down by the canal
Like a remnant of old Rome
I daydream of slow barges
And sailing one back home
It gets cold here in Dublin
She give ya six months of December
You may not grow to love her
But dammit you’ll respect her
After a while, after a while
And it’s not easy to smile
So I look at photos of my child
Oh the innocence of those eyes
But what will those baby blues see
In a world of hurt and hurry
They taught me to love
But they taught me to worry
CHORUS
I have been so down
Things that I’ve been craving
You’re my safe haven
You’re my safe haven
I have been down
Left behind waiting
What I need now
Is your safe haven
You see I have been losing
The games people play in
And if I could choose
Somedays I would stray in
Under the floor boards
But the wolves in sheep’s clothing
Are all at my door
A howling and blowing
Ah Ooooh! Ah Oooohhh!
I have been so down
Things that I’ve been craving
You’re my safe haven
You’re my safe haven
I have been down
Left behind waiting
What I need now
Is your safe haven
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Peco Kildare, Ireland
Peco is an Irish artist who's music is a blend of folk, indie-rock and Americana. His songs combine strong melodies with insightful and imaginative lyrics.
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