Overhead the Stars
by Peter Doran
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Perfumed Letter
05:36
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Every day’s a perfumed letter from a skilled hand
A supple neck longing to be kissed
Every day’s awash with wishes waiting to be wished
But a pounding heart is stronger than a fist
Every day is wide open, forgiving and a-hoping
For hatching plans or building dams or peaceful pipe smoking
But I have let too much time slip through my hands
I have spent too much time watching the time go by
Every day’s an olive branch, another chance
For anyone to stake a claim or for a criminal to clear their name
Every day is an enchantress, a beautiful chanteuse
She’ll hypnotise with fire in eyes and she’ll sing for you in truth and lies
But I have let too much time slip through my hands
I have spent too much time watching the time go by
Every day’s a crystal clear pool, dive right in we’re all fools
But I just stand here, staring at my shaking image on the ripples yeah
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Julia
04:36
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Many miles from land and miles from my lover
I find myself thinking about honour
Thinking that maybe the rules are different here
On the Santa Isabel with Julia
I am wearing her coat and she is wearing mine
I have stolen her cigarette and I’ve lost track of the time
Over our heads the stars begin to shine
For the Santa Isabel and Julia
She tells me she’s studying medicine, oh, but I just study her face
My eyes follow her hand as it slips across her waist
I understand how it’s easy to stray
On the Santa Isabel with Julia
For I am tempted and curious and drunk upon her glow
I wonder if there is anywhere quiet where we might go
What harm could come from one little kiss
On the Santa Isabel with Julia
On the Santa Isabel with Julia
Somewhere in a mind that’s swimming with whiskey
There flashes an image of somebody dear to me
Her face, once clear, is fading from me
What is happening to my memory?
On the Santa Isabel with Julia
On the Santa Isabel with Julia
It is too late now, she has fallen to sleep
I carefully cover her, from her shoulders to her feet
I kiss her once and I whisper pleasant dreams
And I turn out the light
On the Santa Isabel and Julia
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Out of Here
03:51
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I’ve been quietly docile for as long as I’ve known
I am a sleepy lord of my own comfort zone
Here I’ve avoided all kinds of terrors
I’ve skilfully sidestepped all life’s little tremors
I turn a blind eye to impulse and dare
Every step taken was rehearsed and prepared
I know the terrain, the highs and the lows
I have crept to the outskirts to watch others grow
Someone get me
Someone get me out
Someone get me out of here
Patterns emerged and habits were formed
Circles were walked in and I became bored
I began to suspect that I’d been deceived
That I’d been robbed, and that I was the thief
Someone get me
Someone get me out
Someone get me out of here
What I built as a haven, a place of escape
Turned into a fortress, a prison, a cave
And this glorious palace, where I couldn’t fail
Is now an airless cocoon that I’ve overstayed
Someone get me
Someone get me out
Someone get me out of here
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Kicking and Screaming
05:05
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Master is that you, it sounds like your old voice
Why do my eyes burn, why did you drop me
When I had so much left to learn
Master is that you, it sounds like your old voice
It’s hard to be certain, with all the background noise
But if I am to go back, it’ll be kicking and screaming
If I am to go back, it’ll be fighting and pleading with you
I’ve been asleep for so long, frozen in carbonite
Dreaming of renaissance, praying for some light
Master it is you, I see far clearer now
There’s a stronger blood in my veins,
I’ve shaken all my growing pains
But if I am to go back, it’ll be kicking and screaming
If I am to go back, it’ll be fighting and pleading with you
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Little Room
04:44
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High in a mountain village, their clouded romance began
He saw his future right there in her eyes, but to her he was just a man
She fell in love with the rivers, they grew right out of the mountains
She knew his love couldn’t carry her, as far as the rivers would
She’d so little room for love, so little room
In her wandering heart, there was little room for love
Nights she would sit by the river bed, and give her bare feet to the flow
And sing from the bottom of her voice, “Take me I’m ready to go”
He was dreaming of children, but she was dreaming of strangers
With curious names and marvellous brains, and no wish to build her a home
She’d so little room for love, so little room
In her wandering heart, there was little room for love
She filled her suitcase quietly, in the small hours of the night
And words that should have been spoken, she settled down to write
She said, “Darling, my heart’s an explorer, but it withers in this place.
I must go now to see the world. If you love me, don’t give chase.
I’ve so little room for love, so little room
In my wandering heart, there is little room for love
I cannot carry you, I cannot carry you
In my wandering heart, in my peregrine heart
In my wandering heart, I can never carry you.”
The sun rose early next morning
She was already miles, she was already miles away
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Thread
04:52
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My closest friends are farthest away
In Stockholm, Vienna, in Italy and Spain
I’ve got one that’s laying roots in Australia
If I had a little money, I’d be right there after you
We don’t speak as often as we should
We promise and we cross our hearts but hearts are no good
When you’re tired and forgetful, distracted and removed
When the time difference is killing you and you’re not in the mood
Oh you’re not in the…
Help me find the thread x3
Won’t you please, help me find it friend
I’ve got friends of course that have stayed at home
But they might as well be living on the moon for all I know
We try to meet for coffee, but no-one ever shows
They have got children to feed and gardens to grow
One by one we quietly slip right out of sight
To oversee and execute the movements of our lives
Deep into our shells we joyfully retreat
Clutching our monastic souls we drift off from the fleet
We drift off from the…
Help me find the thread x3
Won’t you please, help me find it friend
Some friends will slip right off the edge of the world
Never to be heard from, never to return
But real friends are joined by a very special thread
It has been spinning from the start and it will spin right to the end
These threads are made from memories, these threads are made from love
And all the little secrets that no-one else gets told
These threads are made from laughter, and the feeling that we’re home
We’ll always be connected, no matter where we roam
No matter how we…
No matter…
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Thief
05:02
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This morning I was a prisoner on the run
I knew the fear of being caught as I broke for freedom
I ran in another way to all those around
I was sure that this fact would lead to my being found
This morning I was a thief with guilt breaking my back
I’ve taken nothing from you, call off your attack
Some line has been crossed and I’m in a dangerous place
With each step I take I’m twisting time and I am twisting space
I wait to be pounced upon but no-one ever jumps
I wait to be gunned down but no shots ever fire
And all those eyes behind the shadows
They are all hate filled and white
They’re only monsters in my mind, and tricks inside the light
They’re only monsters in my mind, and tricks in the light
This morning I was a liar convinced that he’s dealing in truth
Stubborn like a lost man who claims that he’s on a better route
All is impossible under this sky of blue
But I’m not sure exactly what it is that I should do, what I should do
I wait to be pounced upon but no-one ever jumps
I wait to be gunned down but no shots ever fire
And all those eyes behind the shadows
They are all hate filled and white
They’re only monsters in my mind, and tricks inside the light
They’re only monsters in my mind, and tricks in the light
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Turtles
05:19
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On a peaceful and clear night, a boy was staring at the sky
Eyes lit up with moonshine, feeling like a valentine
In the silence someone spoke, an old man in an overcoat
He said, “Don’t you find it magical, I can’t recall a night so still.”
“It’s quite a sight” the boy replied. “The universe is vast and wide.
Do you suppose we’ll ever know, just how far out she goes?”
“Come in close” the man whispered, “why I myself have known for years.
But if you listen good and you listen well, I’ll tell you of the turtle shell.
We’re on a tiger that’s sitting on top of an elephant
Who in turn is balanced upon the back of an old tortoise
And all that’s beneath them is solid and sound
For it’s turtles all the way, all the way down”
The boy thought this was quite absurd, the strangest thing he’d ever heard
But there was something in the words. The wildest thing he’d ever learned.
“Tell me sir, could this be true, how can I believe in you?
You haven’t got a shred of proof, but yet you seem so resolute”
“Boy believe what you will, you are young with years to fill.
I promise you you’re safe and well. You’re dancing on the turtle shell.”
We’re on a tiger that’s sitting on top of an elephant
Who in turn is balanced upon the back of an old tortoise
And all that’s beneath them is solid and sound
For it’s turtles all the way, all the way down”
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Every Little Thing
03:28
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Every little thing, you think that you need
Every little thing, you think that you need
Every little thing that’s just feeding your greed
Oh, I bet that you’d be fine without it
Every little thing that you’ve gotta have
Every little thing that you’ve gotta have
That you’ve got to reach for and you’ve got to grab
Oh, I bet that you’d be fine without it
So tear your eyes away, oh tear your eyes away
Every little thing that sparkles and shines
Every little thing that sparkles and shines
It’s driving you sweetly out of your mind
But I bet that you’d be fine without it
So tear your eyes away, oh tear your eyes away
Every little thing that you’re lusting for
Every little thing that you’re lusting for
How did you ever get along before
Oh, I bet that you were fine without it
So tear your eyes away, oh tear your eyes away
Before you’re tripping over junk that’s lying scattered on your floor
The dusty and discarded toys that don’t shine any more
Every one you had to have, every one you swore
Would satisfy your greedy heart for now and evermore
Every little thing that catches your eye
Every little thing that catches your eye
Gets under your skin and it won’t be denied
Oh, I bet that you’d be fine without it
Oh, I bet that you’d be fine without it
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Knife Thrower's Eyes
05:25
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Some day I will pay for my own wine
But until then, what is yours is mine
And I know you’d never dream of keeping score
And that you’re well aware, what is mine is yours
But I only wish it was a whole lot more
But I don’t want to be the stone around your neck
I don’t want to be the years that you regret
I don’t want to be sunlight in your eyes
That blinds you every time you’re throwing knives
Some day I will hold you in my hands
But for a while more, you will have to stand
Some day I will fill up your belly
But for a while more, we won’t go hungry
But I don’t want to be the stone around your neck
I don’t want to be the years that you regret
I don’t want to be sunlight in your eyes
That blinds you every time you’re throwing knives
You’re throwing knives now!
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Falling Trees
04:45
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All of our fears are born out of the same refusal, deep in our hearts
To accept that our lives hold no great meaning
And they mark no charts
But we prefer, by far to claim, that we’re the brainchild of a great deity
And it’s easier still, to embrace the belief that when we die
There’s this whole other side, and it can’t be a lie
Yes, I will kneel king
I need the peace that it brings
It takes my mind from noiseless woods
And the falling trees, the falling trees within
Oh the falling falling trees
But I’m happy to be hypnotised by a perfume of sweet belief
Eternity is spent chained or free, depending on, how we perform
I want to lie in a Simpsonesque sky
When the time comes for me to fly
And it can’t be a lie
Yes, I will kneel king
I need the peace that it brings
It takes my mind from noiseless woods
And the falling trees, the falling trees within
Yes, I will kneel king
I need the peace that it brings
It takes my mind from noiseless woods
And the falling trees, oh yeah the falling trees within
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about
"...eclectic batch of songs that mingles folk, alt-country and sonic rock in one heady mixture. Opener ‘Perfumed Letter’ channels Jeff Buckley’s ‘Grace’ with great aplomb. ‘Julia’ and ‘Kicking and Screaming’ showcase a voice located somewhere on the spectrum between David Gray and Ray Lamontagne" Shane Leahy, MusicReviewUnsigned.com
"Mullingar’s Peter Doran has been around for a while. His third album Ovehead The Stars marks a change of direction as it’s much more a full band affair than his previous two offerings. Recorded at the famed Grouse Lodge in his native Co. Westmeath, it boasts a big budget sound. The songs, meanwhile, vary in texture and approach, from the mid-tempo pop of ‘Perfumed Letter’ to the plaintive, chiming ‘Julia’ via full blown rocker ‘Out Of Here’. Doran’s appealing voice, which can hit an impressively high register, lies between Damien Rice and Glen Hansard. His songwriting approach is not dissimilar either. With ‘Falling Trees’, the album’s memorable closer, a particular highlight, this is an impressive outing"
- Colm O'Hare, Hotpress Magazine, Ireland.
"this album is not only enjoyable but thought-provoking. These days it is rare to come across an album or Album you can easily listen to from start to finish. With thousands of songs available on one device it takes a special set of songs to keep a listener interested for the entirety of a record and that is exactly what ‘Overhead The Stars’ does. It’s a beautiful, varied, incredibly written and artistic collection of songs."
- Claire Kane, Golden Plec Blog.
"Mullingar’s Peter Doran has been around for a while. His third album Ovehead The Stars marks a change of direction as it’s much more a full band affair than his previous two offerings. Recorded at the famed Grouse Lodge in his native Co. Westmeath, it boasts a big budget sound. The songs, meanwhile, vary in texture and approach, from the mid-tempo pop of ‘Perfumed Letter’ to the plaintive, chiming ‘Julia’ via full blown rocker ‘Out Of Here’. Doran’s appealing voice, which can hit an impressively high register, lies between Damien Rice and Glen Hansard. His songwriting approach is not dissimilar either. With ‘Falling Trees’, the album’s memorable closer, a particular highlight, this is an impressive outing"
- Colm O'Hare, Hotpress Magazine, Ireland.
"this album is not only enjoyable but thought-provoking. These days it is rare to come across an album or Album you can easily listen to from start to finish. With thousands of songs available on one device it takes a special set of songs to keep a listener interested for the entirety of a record and that is exactly what ‘Overhead The Stars’ does. It’s a beautiful, varied, incredibly written and artistic collection of songs."
- Claire Kane, Golden Plec Blog.
credits
released September 14, 2012
All songs written by Peter Doran.
Arrangements, grooves, dynamics, and all musical decisions made by the band:
Ricky Byrne, Darragh J. Glennon, Nicky Brennan, Brian Murphy, Colm Lynch and Peter Doran.
Special thanks to the following additional musicians:
Gerard Toal: Cello on "Turtles"
Anthony Daly, Adrian Kelly and Paul Kiernan: Brass arrangements and performance on "Little Room"
Bean Dolan: Upright Bass on "Every Little Thing"
The essence of "Overhead the Stars" was recorded live at Grouse Lodge Studios, Ireland, Spring 2012.
Produced by Filippo Gaetani & Peter Doran Band
Mixed and mastered by Filippo Gaetani at The Cave.
"Kicking and Screaming" co-mixed by Sandro Ferrini.
Additional Recordings made by Fintan Moore at Grouse Lodge Studios, and Michael Cronin at Transmission Rooms Studio, Drumlish, Ireland.
Mixing for "Julia", "Every Little Thing" and "Little Room" by Filippo at Recordable Studio, Vienna.
All songs written by Peter Doran.
Arrangements, grooves, dynamics, and all musical decisions made by the band:
Ricky Byrne, Darragh J. Glennon, Nicky Brennan, Brian Murphy, Colm Lynch and Peter Doran.
Special thanks to the following additional musicians:
Gerard Toal: Cello on "Turtles"
Anthony Daly, Adrian Kelly and Paul Kiernan: Brass arrangements and performance on "Little Room"
Bean Dolan: Upright Bass on "Every Little Thing"
The essence of "Overhead the Stars" was recorded live at Grouse Lodge Studios, Ireland, Spring 2012.
Produced by Filippo Gaetani & Peter Doran Band
Mixed and mastered by Filippo Gaetani at The Cave.
"Kicking and Screaming" co-mixed by Sandro Ferrini.
Additional Recordings made by Fintan Moore at Grouse Lodge Studios, and Michael Cronin at Transmission Rooms Studio, Drumlish, Ireland.
Mixing for "Julia", "Every Little Thing" and "Little Room" by Filippo at Recordable Studio, Vienna.
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