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Aldente Pasta - David Keenan (Lyric Video)
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 2 มี.ค. 2023
- Aldente Pasta is the first single taken from the "CRUDE BOYO EP" which is due for release on the 24/3/23 via Barrack Street Records.
Lyric video created by the wonderful Evanne Kilgallon.
As well as offering a study on human connection, "Aldente Pasta" also gives us an example of the new musical dynamics being explored. Saxophone, Double Bass , Piano and Jazz chord combinations hint at new textures, all the while maintaining Keenan’s trademark social commentary
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David is back on the road in 23’ for his CRUDE TOUR with European and Irish dates already announced & more to be added.See davidkeenan.com for further information.
Aldente Pasta
Remonstrations, I set out to bridge the gap from head to mouth,
and as the wind stank from the south, we turned to face the morning.
A cubist bruise upon your leg informed me of the war you fled,
must I now dance for scraps of bread at the table of your denial.
You let let me in with stolen keys, the weak the whiplashed came in threes
all pleading for some clarity and new life into their lungs,
our necks like tangled swans all calm above the water all above board for now at least.
There's specks of paint chipped off the walls,
The mirror has lied since Valentine's but as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored.
We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky has been pockmarked by the cranes,
No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved,
We want to be with love, we want to be with love...
As it is written off.
Look at you, you're better now,
That anaphylactic shaking scowl has altered into something that could fill an empty space.
This city stinks of sex and weed, the narrow minded streets recede revealing some new truths to me, if you give a dog a bone it may follow you home and claim you led it on...
There's specks of paint chipped off the walls,
The mirror has lied since Valentine's but as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored.
We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky's still pockmarked by the cranes,
No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved,
We want to be with love, we want to be with love...
As it is written off.
credits:
Aldente Pasta features:
Steve Welsh on Sax,
Chris Barry on Guitar,
Sean Maynard Smith on Double Bass,
Brendan Doherty on Drums ,
David Keenan on Piano and Vocals.
Recorded with and mixed by Chris Barry in Ailfionn.
Mastered by Wav Mastering.
Another beautiful one, man! Hurry up and come to Toronto already :)
Awe what, another classic, such poetic musical expressionism. Alex get him to derry, Sandinos, then I'll pay his ticket to Toronto, we all love you up here David. Can totally relate to the beach in aberystwyth scene from alchemy and prose, how you're so open about mental health. Anyway see you paddy's eve in Belfast and derrybeg in may in the meantime. Up love, from an auld window cleaner in derry 🙂👌💚
Gorgeous piano, inspired lyrics....if carlsberg made pasta
Remonstrations, I set out to bridge the gap from head to mouth
and as the wind stank from the south, we turned to face the morning
A cubist bruise upon your leg informed me of the war you fled
must I now dance for scraps of bread at the table of your denial
You ley let me in with stolen keys, the weak the whiplashed came in threes
all pleading for some clarity and new life into their lungs
our necks like tangled swans all calm above the water all above board for now at least
There's specks of paint chipped off the walls
The mirror has lied since Valentine's but as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored
We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky has been pockmarked by the cranes
No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved
We want to be with love, we want to be with love...
As it is written off.
Look at you, you're better now
That anaphylactic shaking scowl has altered into something that could fill an empty space
This city stinks of sex and weed, the narrow minded streets recede revealing some new truths to me, if you give a dog a bone it may follow you home and claim you led it on...
There's specks of paint chipped off the walls
The mirror has lied since Valentine's but as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored
We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky still pockmarked by the cranes
No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved
We want to be with love, we want to be with love...
As it is written off.
😂😎💞🙏