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lyrics
Last Seen
Framed innocent still, smiling from the windowsill
A shoebox of looms, still smells faintly of her perfume
Her hair in the brush, a bedroom that’s never been touched
Where she used to dream, it’s now over 17 years since she was last seen
Give her siblings peace, give them a place to grieve, tell them what you know
Do you recognize a fraction of a lie in someone’s false alibi
Is the black eye disguised in your domestic life, is something not sitting right
Young girl last seen, in a white shirt & blue jeans
Young last seen hitching to better life.
Stolen from the curb, lunchtime in a leafy suburb
A nation was stunned, a Mother couldn’t bury her son
The efforts of the police, Lord Jesus how they over reach
When the body could still be somewhere in a bog in Kildare or the south Dublin hills
Let them have one day, give them a place to pray, tell them what you saw
Does the truth reveal, a mere infidelity by placing you at the scene
More than a surmise, the dying of the light in his eyes since that said night
Young boy last seen in a cinereous grey uniform
Young boy who stood on the precipice of adulthood
The road to Killakee, are you a highway to another world
Through the gap along military road
Is there a secret you long to expose
Is it buried in the garden of Wicklow
Are they buried in the heart of Wicklow
Gosh. Someone has shapeshifted into my life.
A testament to incredible songwriting and musicianship by those with mastery of their craft, in my humble opinion.
So grateful for art that gives voice to life's experiences and dreams and all that really matters. This is music that really matters.
have heart, will listen