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lyrics
It was the romance of it that she couldn’t get over. It would burn to an eventual ash with the incessant drip of time. And the iridescent glow that he left after him - it followed him all the way down the lane, past the blackberry bushes and the rusted gate her mother so carefully chipped and treated each summer.
It will only be a short time, he said. Earnestly, hopefully, but with warning.
A short time I suppose, she repeated, distracted, the wireless strains of evening news cut through her disbelief.
It won’t be long anyway, and I’ll write to you, there won't be much difficulty with that I'd say.
His words stung like the shock and embarrassment of an unsolicited slap. An insult beyond pardon.
It’s just that she had plans, you see. It’s just that they were fully formed, had written themselves on that crisp parchment you’d see on a wedding day in the sacristy if she was helping Mrs Branley with the bouquets. Her plans were so solid that she had allowed them to be written in indelible ink with the florid, brazen letters of a comfortable learned woman, a competent speller.
It was an especially chilly evening after his departure. A half moon dripped icy on the corrugated iron of the sheds. The yard, the stillness, a shivering rueful mocking. You had your chance, girl, and now it’s gone.
Well who'll take her off our hands now? He grunted from his sunken breach beside the kitchen stove having overheard, and without looking up tapped tobacco into the smoothly rendered pipe sent from America by a deserting cousin, a peace offering.
Ah he'll come back, she countered, her back to them both, stacking dishes dripping suds. He'll take her off our hands yet.
He sniffed, dismissive. A man of few words lest they be incendiary or detracting.
Disappointment rose in her as determinedly as the light of hope she allowed to grow and preside over the past year - so it was best to retire. Solitude held its own artillery but at least it was self-made and in some way controllable. And they spoke as if she wasn't there. But that was always the way. And she knew it best not to show emotion. Weakness was oft-wielded as a finely polished weapon in that house. But silence sometimes too.
Main street harboured a darker hue that Friday. Market day and most were hurrying with small carts or barrows to the square. Head down and shawl wrapped tight, she focused on the job at hand. There was a stall to set up and produce to sell. She had seen the whispers before. Seen faces turned in to seclude the words but the eyes were a dead give away.
Sure it was always going to be short lived, she from up the Drombán hill, it was laughable really, they’d say.
Her shame was as thick as the murky darkness through which she had tentatively trod each night to meet him.
You couldn’t make it up, they’d say, she fell for it hook, line and sinker poor aul soul.
And she saw each beautifully hewn image of her future wash away - a thunderous downpour concealed by an unfathomable sky drowned her heart entirely.
She would sometimes awaken at night, her organs twisted in a knot and rising into her throat. The dead air, a black hole, a vacuum she’d spin towards in dreams. A merciful weightlessness until her inevitable dawn descent.
The rage began to house itself in her chest, sometimes a pounding protrusion, sometimes a dead weight that kept her silent and agreeable. Sometimes a raw heat that rose in her at the most inopportune of times. A tumult of emotion, an emission of great sorrow and loneliness.
You couldn’t possibly have cleaned the whole shed out in that time, he declared, removing his boots with a number of thuds against the gable wall. Cakes of mud slid down, a race to the gutter beneath. You’ll have to be at it again tomorrow, I suppose.
She turned away, more heartache after the sting of humiliation at the Friday market. Best to complete the requests silently. Allow the rage of unfairness to simmer gently, a devoted and constant companion.
And in the end it was a creeping knowing. The way a cumulative change so gradual, gently effervesces into the folds and fabric of each relentless day. A tiredness, an ache, the dragging hang.
Plump around the gills, the aul one would say, watching her scrub between cracks in at kitchen sink - the eternal growth of infectious mould, the creeping damp, the way it would infest and navigate a modest pattern until complete.
On reflection, she hadn't understood the awkward moonlit manoeuvres of teenage chance that led to the changes. And perhaps because of the unending house work and up-keep that summer, or the beady eyes that were trained with intense focus on her every move after the departure - it wasn't long before the priest was called.
There was nothing left now.
The tattered plans in disarray, a confusion replaced the heartbreak of his leaving.
And now she was left with something of him. Inside the very hammer of her being.
credits
from War of the Ether,
track released October 7, 2022
ON THIS RECORD:
Caroline Cawley - Guitar & Vocals
Rafe Dunn - Guitar
Bill Fisher - Drums & Bass Guitar
Music by Dystopian Future Movies
Recorded by Bill Fisher at XII Chambers Nottingham England
Produced by Dystopian Future Movies
Mastered by Lira Wish at Film-Maker Studios
Art & Design by Rafe Dunn & Zorad
Featuring Caroline Cawley, Bill Fisher & Marty Fisher (Church of the Cosmic Skull) and Rafe Dunn (Amusement Parks on Fire,
JCDX) - DFM combine Cawley’s distinctive song-writing with layers of discordant guitars, atmospheric swells and colossal heaviness whilst exploring a range of genres from prog and shoegaze to doom-metal, noise-rock and folk....more
supported by 30 fans who also own “She From Up The Drombán Hill”
This album is melodic, catchy, and dramatic psychedelic rock. Vocal melodies are a key component of their music, and all seven members contribute their individual voices to the overall sound. This blend makes for rich, lush passages that contain many overlapping layers of vocals. The music skirts along the edges of dark and light, alternatingly hopeful and anxious.
Full review here: https://theeliteextremophile.com/2022/10/03/odds-ends-october-3-2022/ TheEliteExtremophile
supported by 26 fans who also own “She From Up The Drombán Hill”
My first listen to this album was in the car with my 4 year old daughter. Weeks later, out of nowhere, she requests that mountain heart song. We love that song and I love that even small children can rock to this album. Adam Burns
supported by 26 fans who also own “She From Up The Drombán Hill”
I was compelled to purchase this, it just made sense. Guys, am I in a cult now? That's fine. I don't need family or money. Jesus- I mean, Brother Bill is all the family I need. ErrorMalfunction
