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Heaven Depends

by Lorkin O'Reilly

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1.
I Reside 04:43
I Reside I’m here to raise suspicion
 I've come to collect your debt 
I’m here to play with silence
 And the whispers in your head I’m the air you’ll never breath
 I’m the coming of the seasons 
I’m the bookie breaking even 
I’m a stone wall believer I am the peppered welcome sign
 I am the town most left behind
 I am the endless summer days
 The wind that bends the barley stem I reside where the wild things roam Hit me back another I’ve come to carry you on my storm
 Hit me back another I’ll carry you on my storm The flighting of the birds won’t stop me now 
I am here I am gone I’m everywhere you’re not 
I’m the pillars of Palmyra I’m a point-n-shoot caregiver 
I’m 14 miles of ocean I’m a desert storm blowing I am the few who care the help 
I am the rest who help themselves 
I am the winter setting sun
 The frost that grips all its become I reside where the wild things roam
 Hit me back another I’ve come to carry you on my storm
 Hit me back another I’ll carry you on my storm
2.
Upon The Hammer Hands upon the hammer I give to you again Buckle me up and send me off for the road out here is set And if you feel me splinter know that I’ll be fine Its only the sound of hammering hands I’ll carry you by and by So run Honey now I’m bound for Babylon Juniper pulls the daylight in and cradles us till morning Naked we lie side by side my feathers painted red So when wicked she comes to wake me tell her I’m away She’s only come to count the days and take tomorrow with her So run Honey now I’m bound for Babylon And break Honey now I’m bound to work alone in the cold hard ground Now the merry old sound of my merry old gang goes rolling round the bend See the rattle and hum of their marching drums have left me far behind So with bootlace and a claw-jack I’ll face the coming days Just give me room and space to breath whilst steadiness I wrestle So run Honey now I’m bound of Babylon And break Honey now I’m bound to work alone in the cold hard ground Honey now I’m bound to work alone in the cold hard ground
3.
When The Days Cool Down As the days cool down Fire wood piled high Under tarps tied down Heavy stones in the ground As the days cool down In the yard the leaves play Around the tables I have made And the children gather sticks Forts to build out in the thick As the days cool down Mother calls the ravens three Temptation doubt and greed And with heavy hearts they sing Hear harmony begin As the days cool down Now the foreman’s cut my side If I turn I’ll come untied Says he feels the debt I’m in Says he’ll work me till the end When my days cool down So I strap the handles down Throw my weight behind the plow Heaven knows the path is set See the fields bend and stretch As the days cool down As the days cool down Fire wood piled high Under tarps tied down Heavy stones in the ground As the days cool down
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Ireland 04:05
Ireland Deer skins on velveteen Spirit left to rise Iron your shirt Gather your things Tonight we fly to Ireland Top-to-tail The beds we'll have to share Place coasters on the drawers Outside the cars will heave As the congregation greets the priest So call home all the roosters to rest Who'll speak from the podium next Jocelyn pulled at my sleeve As life from the heart left howling Inside the family retired I sat with Joseph and his feminist bride He passed me the can A tip for the gate Said heaven relies on those who donate Drinks flowed and history awoke Around sheltered ears she spoke A hand me down heart A ticket to ride A gift to the earth of formaldehyde So call home all the roosters to rest Who'll speak from the podium next Jocelyn pulled at my sleeve As life from the heart left howlin
6.
Landscapes 02:17
Landscapes From the foothills of the highlands to the boarders I've run Under dark clouds my father blew wild On my shoulders I've anchored a little sail boat For Lord you see I'm a runaway child Now there's two which ways any circle can take One turns around whilst another's embraced And there's two which ways any string can lead So for now we'll move through the age of uncertainty So gather all your windfall and we'll set out to begin See I'm building me a landscape with off cuts and ends Past state lines where the fields been cleared And the birds fly around circle high and disappear
7.
Huckleberry Finn We'll grab your buckskins and Grandpas gun Meet me out by the back of the barn shooting birds As the sun goes sinking in You be Tom and I'll be Huckleberry Finn Now across the hill lives whisky Earl Got his dogs and his pin-up girls on his arm I've heard he's drunk and mean But he has some work cleaning up his farm machines So roll on July Summers she's coming down the yard Bare foot bound She's spinning with the sycamore in hand Cause mighty runs the trail That leads to Ballantrae Now I was twelve when my heart first fell A gypsy girl her name was Tinkerbell but her Ma' She saw my broken teeth Said girl don't you bring that boy home to me But see my father he was a handsome man Wore his collar a little open in town if you will I loved his northern tongue But I'm told I've always been my mothers Irish son So roll on July Summers she's coming down the yard Bare foot bound She's spinning with the sycamore in hand Cause mighty runs the trail That leads to Ballantrae And might is the stone caught in the sail So buckle your belt and gather the plans I'll meet you out by the back of the barn I've whisky I stole from under the sink And cigarettes we can smoke after the bridge So roll on July Summers she's coming down the yard Bare foot bound She's spinning with the sycamore in hand Cause mighty runs the trail That leads to Ballantrae
8.
Ribcage 02:28
Ribcage Turn your head Go easy now The light on my front porch is flickering out Does your phone book fall from the seam? Here I stand Lorkin Dangerously addicted to social smoking Curling her finger She beckons me back To sit at the table her knife in my back Will your Ribcage save you from heartbreak? Here I stand Lorkin Guilty of wasting Sunday morning Guilty of wasting Sunday morning Sunset now Sinks far behind The walls of my backyard and leaves without sound Will you ever harness a day dream?
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Poughkeepsie 03:32
Poughkeepsie From the laundry room I can see the hallway floor There's a rope ladder hanging from the attic door But the passwords in a language I don't speak Would you be kind enough to guide these hands Locked to the light I see a child's bike There's a man twice my age with the saddle raised high Old movies come bootlegged in old CD sleeves And cigarettes come single a quarter a piece Oh Poughkeepsie How fast and how ruthless here route 9 becomes How the high street she cries my death has begun There's a word I saw carved in the bark of a tree Would you lend me your knife to sharpen my teeth Oh Poughkeepsie On the church lawn there's a message from your Father above It says No Gun Allowed Stop Playing God The big band leader sighs as he counts down to three And we waltz between tables and empty seat Oh Poughkeepsie Well in time I will find a reason to love you In time we will learn to share with ease But now send me to bed with the windows locked Oh Poughkeepsie

about

Since immigrating to the United States from Scotland in 2014, Lorkin O’Reilly has been making a name for himself as a commanding new songwriting talent. His unique transatlantic approach blends old-country inspired open tunings similar to that of Bert Jansch, Nike Drake and Dick Gaughan with direct and personal reflections and poetry. His writing portrays not only his own reality, but experiences faced by most of us: the purgatory between childhood and adulthood, between new home and old home and finally the overarching struggle of finding a new identity.

Born in Edinburgh in 1994, Lorkin’s early musical education was heavily steeped in the sounds of his mother’s native Ireland. Those early influences are heard throughout his work on tracks like "Alba" "When The Days Cool Down” and "Tuttles Reel"

In 2014 Lorkin moved to upstate New York to work on a farm. In the basement of the farmhouse he found an old acoustic guitar and began writing, resulting in his first E.P.,
"After The Thaw.” Recorded in a single day on two-inch tape, “After The Thaw” is a small body of work that tastefully sets the stage for what would become his debut album, “Heaven Depends.”

“Heaven Depends” is the result of late night-writing sessions in the kitchen after long days working construction in Poughkeepsie N.Y. With songs that range from traditional reels to twanging Townes-esque imagery, the album is a musical representation of an immigrant’s journey. Using a multitude of instruments set against a backdrop of alternative tunings and fingerpicking "Heaven Depends" invites the listener on a complicated, yet ultimately beautiful journey.

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released August 24, 2018

PLAYERS
Lee Falco: Drums / Jerry Cronin: Cello / Brandon Morrison: Bass / Daryl Jones: Double Bass / Willy Bryant: Keys / Lisa Maria: Fiddle / Kenny Siegel: Co-production Landscapes (Reprise)

Record and Produced by Lee Falco at The Building, Marlboro NY
Mixed by Brad Armstrong, Red Hook NY
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music, Newburgh NY
Album artwork by Fabian Gitt-Henderson
CD and Packaging Design by Mika Dmytrowska

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Lorkin O'Reilly Dublin, Ireland

Lorkin O'Reilly is a singer-songwriter who writes reflective narratives that fall naturally into the musical spaces he creates; warm, confessional sounds, with nods to traditional folk music. He came to the United States from Scotland when he was eighteen, and settled in New York's Hudson Valley. He currently resides in Catskill. ... more

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