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The world is spinning in its cycle halfway through month two
I see the festive cheer so insincere as folks say "I heart you"
Chocolate kisses greet me as I lie in bed awake
I feel guilty 'cos I don't feel the same way.
As the weeks and months pass you're less interesting to me
This rose we lay is just some sticky tape on a boat head out to sea
And when the sun will rise and love is out of style this ship will sail and sink
And I don't know if I can swim.
You say "Je t'aime" and wait for my reply
It would still pain me to have to see you cry
You wanted the gentle truth but all I could do was lie
It's been a long long valentine's night.
Excuse my sour grapes as I'm the apple of your eye
In this annual pretense that I like the taste of wine
I see it as half empty and my thirst remains un-quenched
For someone else you're heaven-sent
My feet blister as I dance around this harsh reality
And how it stings clipping my wings to keep you company
I want to guide your hand and show there's still fish in the sea
And there's an ocean waiting out for me.
You say "Je t'aime" and wait for my reply
It would still pain me to have to see you cry
You wanted the gentle truth but all I could do was lie
It's been a long long valentine's night.
It's been a long long valentine's night.
It's been a long long valentine's night.
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Admire From Afar
02:33
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As I clock in this day job morale is feeling low.
My mood a' lightens when you say hello
hello hello hello
I savour the sight of you when you walk by
A conscious effort made that I don't catch your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye
To see the face of summer light the room when you smile
To see your dungarees highlight your quirky style
To fantasize about a life that could be ours
But this is real life so for now I'll just admire from afar.
As I hear your voice in its calm and dulcet tones
With eyes so pure you never are alone
Alone alone alone
As I hear your name called I fill with butterflies
The anxiety it builds stomach turns into a hive
A hive, a hive, a hive
I wish that I could treat you in a way that you deserve
Want to talk for hours and ensure your voice is heard
Wish I could gaze on you lying underneath the stars
But this is real life so for now I'll just admire from afar.
I've seen your other flames can feel their chemistry
I wish that I could hang but they're in another league
A league, a league, a league
I want to make a move mind is getting in the way
Can't hold a conversation, I'm worried what to say
To say, to say, to say
Can't punch above my weight I cannot kid myself
I'd love to meet your standards but it's something I can't help
If only one day that I could raise that bar
But this is real life so for now I'll just admire from afar.
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Gather round the TV, the call is made
These four walls and a ceiling, is where we’re told to stay
Shut the door, lay my head down tonight
I feel like I’ve been locked down my whole life
Everyone’s running, and cooking, and learning a new language. friends connect on zoom games
I’m failing the new normal, feeling lost and disadvantaged as I’m under my duvet
Concerts move online, no one’s tuning into mine
I feel like I’ve been locked down my whole life
The world starts to open up, the towns are drunk and merry, and the smiles they are glistening
For invitations I wait, I never hear from any, Seems like nobody missed me
You never know what you got, 'til you’re on the other side
I realise I’ve been locked down my whole life
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San Francisco
03:07
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The light creeps in, the day begins, I stretch my arms and I breathe the morning air of San Francisco
Suit and tie, glasses on my eye, I take a step underneath the scorching sky of San Francisco
This hardened city, feels like home to me, tough in war but gold in peace, San Francisco
The morning rush, disturbs the hush, a dark espresso to give the morning buzz in San Francisco
The kestrels fly, follow tram lines, we keep aware of the streetcars passing by in San Francisco
The peaceful bay, open golden gates, Summers of love, and none of hate, San Francisco
In Mazarine, the love of my life, despite our eyes meeting for the first time in San Francisco
Your lemon dress, the scent of zest, the plaited palm laying gently on your head in San Francisco
Breeze of the sea, the fog is cleared to me, and I know I'll never leave San Francisco
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The Lonely Valentine
02:55
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Another solitary morning, crumpled sheets to my side
Words unsaid with a space in the bed on this February night
A day for joy and lovers, feeling warm like summertime
Spare a thought for me the lonely valentine
No energy to keep tidy, bed remains unmade
Creases in place like my unshaven face, don’t want to see the light of day
As the world goes out dancing, I germinate to one side
Spare a thought for me the lonely valentine
Another year of reflection, analyse what attracts
How a woman sees my inadequacies, no matter how I adapt
I wish that I could be charming, I know I’m not pleasing to the eye
I’m just sitting here as the lonely valentine
Another solitary morning, as I make the bed on both sides
Day one sets in as the journey begins, the start of the rest of my life
I’ll walk until my clothes fit me, and hope someday they’ll come a time
I'll no longer be the lonely valentine
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Saving It For Later
02:35
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Gifted an old Chanel bottle, save it for a special day
Puttin' it off till the time is right, the right time never came
Years pass still unopened, dust gathers on the glass
Standing solitary in the sunlight, as the sun sets, my time has passed
I'd always learned how to save
With the hope that things would change
I’d been saving it for later but tomorrow never came
Commute to my day job, stick to the safe routine
A wedding smile and an unborn child my house now imprisons me
Wish I could pursue my passions, Afraid of the uncertainty
Keep ticking over ‘til the kids grow older, got to put them before me
I need to free my artistic mind
Been waiting for a better time
I’d been saving it for later but tomorrow never came
Listening to her guy problems
I swear she’s the love of my life
How will get there as the “best friend” Always bridesmaid never the bride
I’ve spent too long self-debating leaving my true thoughts unseen
I don’t want to lay on my deathbed, asking what could have been
The perfect moment’s never right
There's never been a better time
If you save it all for later then tomorrow never comes
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City Bells
05:47
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I step off the plane, breathe the wind of a land I’ve never been
Swap the air for the rails, the fields racing behind my screen
Feel the cold of the ocean breeze, voices that remind me of a forgotten home
Feel the buzz in the centre, decorated with banners and posters with my face on
Those city bells, they call me
And at the time, I didn’t want to leave
I left behind stones I left unturned
And faces who wait for my return
I felt the nightlife, in the fourth of a Latin kind
With a pint in hand, dancing to the buskers outside
Flags of a thousands nations, the colours breathe air into the cobbled stones below
People of a thousand nations, have walked these streets, foreigners welcomed as one of their own
Those city bells, they call me
And at the time, I didn’t want to leave
I left behind stones I left unturned
And friendships who wait for my return
The crowded bar is silent, just absorbing the band and good company
I didn’t mean to outrun my luck, feeling so at piece with the music playin' next to me
At the turn of a new day, take a stroll along the boardwalk
Alone at the beach with my footprints and I, and the greatest smile I’ve laid my eyes on
Those city bells, they call me
And at the time, I didn’t want to leave
I left behind stones I left unturned
And I can't wait 'til I return
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Marc Gallagher Crewe, UK
Since figuring out the Crazy Frog Theme on piano aged 12, Marc Gallagher has seen the quirky side of music. An upbringing of
Queen and NOW CDs shaped Marc’s songwriting style, with the ukulele as his weapon of choice.
Marc has performed his energetic brand of Pop-Folk at festivals and tours in Ireland, Germany, Austria and the USA, putting in the miles. This engine isn’t stopping anytime soon.
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