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Noiseless nomad, what does the road hold For this cradle capped croppie Hands covered in chalk I’ve withstood many tremors In this constellation of plasticity Water diviner, point me towards the source I am a stevedore hauling heavy cargo From the bowels of the ship I spat a thought cleansing spit Wiping my lips on my sleeve The dope … Continue reading David Keenan – Subliminal Dublinia Lyrics