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FINAL ROUND: and afterward when there’s nothing left I could arrange if you would prefer some immunity from all kinds from all kindness imp tired of hands tired of rain tired if all the games.there fading now the photographs the smiles on us are fading fast are we richer now are we better off? the rings to tight i cut my finger off and all the blood i lost was your blood. my own my only prison has a lot to answer for much more to be forgiven if i did this for a living id be richer than the queen of england and nicer too, but not to you.
take the priest from the parish tell him all you bad thing felt him get embarrassed. he not released but done all he could he said jesus christ this ain't hollywood. he left the room and you understood.but i didnt understand how to execute the simple plan i found your glove cant put it on, its not that i cant but i dont i could send it back but i wont. and even still im semi-hard from a photograph i had enlarged your at the beach as the sun goes down mad at me you have a gorgeous frown ringing the bells for the final round.

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from L​.​I​.​N​.​A, released January 1, 2011

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John Cathal O'Brien Brooklyn, New York

"Even in New York, O’Brien brings the melodies and lyricism of his birthplace, Dublin, Ireland, to the ears of those lucky enough to stumble into his path (or those nudged in his direction, as was the case this time)."
~ Lisa Regula Meyer , Ear To The Ground Music. ... more

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