Jack & Faye

Recorded: 1995–1996

Label: unreleased

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Raid on Entebbe

On the shores of a lake named after a late queen of England

I heard new rumors of war

The sun was a red ball up in the summer sky

I saw my sister standing in the doorway

She had that look on her face that reminded me of you

The reports were coming hourly and the sky was blue

They were shifting the power again

They always do this when I come home

I tucked my shirt in though I don't know why

Shielded my eyes from the light up in the sky

'Cause it was shining, blazing like a highway flare

In the incredibly, impossibly dry air

I heard my mother call my sister to the kitchen again

And thought that everything was heading straight down the drain

They positioned themselves in strategic locations

I was beginning to lose my patience

If you'll just put your hand in mine

We're gonna leave all our troubles behind

Adair

I got my eye on the scar

That runs clear from your temple to your jawline

You'll tell me about all your thoughts right this minute

Then I will tell you mine

'Cause I got the wind in my hair

And I'm far away from where I used to be

But I got all my attention fixed on you

And you're flashing that smile at me

With the midwestern sky burning above us

We lean up against the car

I want to tell you what the sky has done to me

I want you to tell me who we are

'Cause I see you raising the water to your lips

It's the blazing dead center of July

And I got all my hopes hung on your one gorgeous promise

And you got the sunlight dancing on your eyes

And I got the wind in my hair

And I'm far away from where I used to be

But I got all my attention fixed on you

And you're just where you said you'd be

Just where you said you'd be

An Inscription at Salonae

There was a guy up on the hill

With a trumpet to his lips

I mean to tell you he knew how to blow that thing

There were women dressed in purple

Banging on their tambourines

And hammering on cymbals

It was not that long ago

When we gathered in the valley below

I loved you more than I loved my own life

I was falling to pieces

There was a young man on the altar

You saw me poised above him

I saw you watching me

There were singers, there were dancers

There was glittering gold

Spring breaking out gradually

It was not that long ago

But the memory's kind of dying out, you know

Like a flower caught in the overgrowth

Falling, falling to pieces

There Will Always Be an Ireland

Cold northern wind

And your young arm

Against my face

Soft and warm

There will always be an Ireland

There will always be an Ireland

Silent hour

Worthless words

View of some foreign city from the high window

Strange black birds

There will always be an Ireland

There will always be an Ireland

What we did

The things we said

Your hand resting

On my head

There will always be an Ireland

There will always be an Ireland

There will always be an Ireland

There will always be an Ireland

Credits

Thanks to Caliclimber, whose Flickr pages remain a true delight, but who notably in this case did not merely archive but actually designed the album art. Which is not really the album art. But you probably read that already.