Arklow from All Tomorrows by Daymoon

I usually watch and wait until I'm sure
I usually watch and wait until I'm sure
I usually watch and wait until I'm sure
I'm watching now, and now I'm sure:
This is Purgatory, this is Purgatory

Irish province, Arklow, the year's 2002
The salad dressing's vinaigrette
Whole-grain dijon mustard too
The sun won't set before eleven,
The wine's Australian, cheap and glorious too
Middle-class baby's hair gelled-up
Like Sting in Dune
How to be hip here, how to be anything?

The food is perfect, nothing happens,will ever.
Apartments in black-roofed developments by
The Irish seashore: that's the best that you can do.
Rod Stewart muzak. almost not there - forever.
Canned rebels, Bob Dylan Pie
Provence-style - give it an accent or two

While your Pakistani boss takes it out on you
(and you know that you'd do the same too)
The guy next table ingratiates the
Young Ukrainian waitress
Ignores his bland wife, no kids yet:
No money for Ukrainian babysitters,
Both groan while they eat

Black tiles on their heads, Candles in the sunlight
Burn till the weak sun goes down
Today and forever

Today and forever
Days like slime at the bottom of the harbour
Wait till it's eleven, so we can finally sleep
Till it all starts over again
In Purgatory, in Purgatory, in Purgatory

After the plane crashed into the factory, the town shook hard and houses came down.
I met God in the hotel lift, his face made of ebony
3 tears rolled down my face...
And all my life rolled into 1 -
I was a boy again, you were a girl again:
Finally our histories entwined
And we became 1...

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