Every Architect of Ruin, by We Are Aerials

Every Architect of Ruin

by We Are Aerials

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1.	Echo 06:32	lyrics	buy track
This shivered skin What a mess we’re in It’s the tangle and the spin It’s the breathing out and in And every ripple Under surface can be felt How these hours melt And days echo, echo, echo A shallow breath A scattered mind A quivered pulse A widescreen view of time Across your life Every fear you’ve ever felt How these hours melt How these days repeat You know all I hear, oh You know all I hear is echo, echo, echo
2.	Theft 03:13	lyrics	buy track
Greed and brazen theft Until there's nothing left Leave us all breft Forever in your debt Repelled I cannot express myself Forever in your debt You speak power to truth, you speak power to truth Repelled I cannot express myself
3.	Christopher 03:27	lyrics	buy track
Hey Chris, check in Are you happy in your skin Is the ceiling caving in On you Hey Chris, reach out Alleviate the doubt The amber warning sounds For you And I know something’s wrong here And I know something’s wrong here Something’s wrong With this Hey now, hey Chris, You’re closed up like a fist The amber mist came down On you It takes its toll The worry in your soul As everything unfolds For you But you say nothing’s wrong here You say nothing’s wrong here You say nothing’s wrong With this Scared to be alone Everything’s ash and bone And everything’s cold As stone But you say nothing’s wrong You say nothing’s wrong You say nothing’s wrong Nothing's wrong
4.	Tuar na hAimsire 03:06	lyrics	buy track
Here is the storm Here is the rain Hear how it batters Your windowpane Tá an aimsir go dona Tá sé an-fliuch Tá sé ro-gaofar Tá an aimsir go yuck Not a night to go outside I’ll stay inside with you A rumble of thunder A flashing of light I watch from my bedroom Tá an aimsir go yikes Tá sé an-scamallach Is dorcha an spéir Ach níl eagla orm I am not scared Not a night to go outside I’ll stay inside with you Here is the storm Here is the rain Hear how it batters Your windowpane Tá an aimsir go dona Tá sé an-fliuch Tá sé ro-gaofar Tá an aimsir go yuck Crash goes the thunder Flash goes the lightning Ach níl eagla orm It’s not so frightning Crash goes the thunder Flash goes the lightning Ach níl eagla orm It’s not so frightning Tá sé stoirmeach Amuigh ansin Tá sé fuair Agus rudaí mar sin
5.	Song With No Name 03:25	lyrics	buy track
Resigned To Shadows in your mind To following so blind By design? The truth is hard to find How it pays The dimming of the spark These ways To Keep us in the dark A display A fear that’s in your heart Always Of pulling us apart Always A balanced view Where nothing’s true Is everyone as lost as me and you? Some scene I’m staring at the screen It seems A stage for the obscene Extreme A platform for this spleen A Balanced view But nothing’s true You can’t undo the things you know you do A fuel for the machine The machine A ruse to get you seen Oh, balanced views Is nothing particularly true? Oh, what a time Devoid of reason and of rhyme
6.	Everyone's Unique Except You 05:05	lyrics	buy track
After all is said Nobody says a thing It’s all on the table I’ve got nothing to bring I’ll take what you’ve got They seem to like the taste And I could change my name I could change my face But you’re not good enough to join that club You’re not good enough to join that club (You’re not enough) You’re not good enough to win their love love love love (You’re not real enough) You’re not good enough to join their club Give over, I’m tired I don’t wanna be inspired I’m choking on your positivity Disengage from everything except Anything you can steal (to reset) Concepts without context And you don’t belong But you’re not good enough to join that club You’re not good enough to join that club (You’re not enough) You’re not good enough to win their love love love love (You’re not real enough) You’re not good enough to join their club Disconnect from everything, everything’s content Streams of empty content, reams of nothing, replicated Disinfect existence, everything shines so brilliant All for… You’re not good enough to join that club You’re not good enough to join that club (You’re not enough) You’re not good enough to win their love love love love (You’re not real enough) You’re not good enough to join their club
7.	Geese Teeth 04:30	lyrics	buy track
Out to the wetlands to see the geese Found a gaggle in the marshes Edged closer for a better view Phone in hand Footered around to unlock the thing Open up the camera And as I do A sudden honk I look up to see an angry bird It stares I give it a curious glance And the thing puffs out its chest And spreads its wings Making itself big In attempt to warn me off But as if I’d be intimidated by a stupid goose I’m bigger than him I glare back, Puff out my chest And spread my arms out In imitation of his own gesture And he charges me I hadn’t banked on that Next thing I know I’m being chased, By a whole load of waterbirds Pecking and biting me with their geese teeth As I retreat Feet slipping everywhere on their filth As I go I reach the car, get in I beep the horn The geese scatter in a cloud of feathers And finally give me space Slide it into first And pull away
8.	Empire 04:21	lyrics	buy track
Far from the wreckage From the broken things From these crooked roads From these crooked kings I’ve become all cynical and tired Failed in a fallen empire Scaled back your choice And sterilised your voice You lose your direction In the dazzle and the noise I’ve become all barbed and bruised and wired Failed in this fallen empire Got a hand in every pocket And a knife for every throat Every architect of ruin With excuses and their scapegoats I see that our time has long expired Failed in your fallen empire We become We are Sketches of skeletons and shells
9.	Tides 02:43	lyrics	buy track
This is your glass house These are the shards This is your poisoned heart These are your scars Here are your ocean’s Tumbling waves Here’s how we rise or fall Here’s how we break Here’s how we break With steel and bone A bridge of stone Over you Over you This is the water’s edge Here is the sea This is the great escape Here is reprieve Nothing to fear, and Nothing to gain Only a love re-lost Only your shame And steel and bone A bridge of stone Over you Over you
10.	Ghostlight 04:04	lyrics	buy track
On and on I tiptoe to the stairs Creak the floorboards As I go Fumble with the key Then Gently to the night Heavy eyes bleed Heavy eyes bleed Heavy eyes bleed And the world sleeps On and on Dissolve into the dark Out among the dead I go I count the hours down To the palest ghost light Heavy eyes bleed Heavy eyes bleed Heavy eyes bleed And the world Sleeps

about

Two years ago, I bought my first house. It wasn’t the way everyone said it would be. Didn’t feel like a huge life choice; I just dived in. I’d saved a bit of money and the place looked the part, so I just went for it. I really should’ve checked it better, but it worked out so, it’s all good. Some months later, I admitted to friends that I’d never been in the attic; I had no clue what it even looked like. They asked me about it for months and I kept joking that it was haunted until, despite not believing in such things, I almost convinced myself. Hell no, I’m not going up there.

Fast forward to October ‘22 and a few of them asked again. Again, I told them it was probably haunted. They decided we should have a night – them on the beer, me on cups of tea. We’d check it out. So, the night arrived, and they watched as I climbed the ladder (there was a ladder!) and flicked the switch (there was a light switch!). “There’s nothing in here,” I called, as they began to follow me up. Nothing but a creased-up pile of something in the corner.
“What’s that?”
I edged my way over minding my head on the beams. A battered soft case for an acoustic guitar. I wiped off some of the dust and mank (no shortage of either). The case wasn’t empty.

Unzipping it in the living room, it was no surprise the guitar was an electric. I already knew the body was too thin to be acoustic. Slowly, I pulled it.
“What the…?”
A Telecaster. Mexican. A slight sparkle on the red paintwork.
“Seriously?”
Still, it didn’t look right. A worrying gap between the neck and the body, and the strings were miles off the fretboard. but I could tune it. I played a couple of licks; jeez, it was banjaxed. I bent the G upwards, and my finger went right underneath (as in below) the D string. Brought it upstairs and plugged in.

Bridge pick-up, sweet. Rotten buzz off the middle position; neck pick-up: dead.

Still, I found an electric guitar in the attic. A Fender. Not a good one but a Fender. I thought about Paul Connolly, from The Wood Burning Savages, his heroic tales of guitar rescue from the clutches of hipster lamp-makers. I became obsessed with reviving the thing and brought it to a luthier. Got a new pick up and replaced the switch. Did his best with the neck but it still wasn’t right. Brought it to another luthier and he fixed it up good. It’s not the best guitar in the world; not well made, not well looked after, but once the luthiers were done with it, it sang. Some instruments just have a feel to them. Tim Henson of Polyphia calls it mojo. I don’t know if it’s a sentimental thing, or because I spent time and money on it, but this guitar has mojo. It started giving me songs almost the moment it was fixed. First Echo, then Theft, then Empire. Six months later, we have a new album. Attics are weird. And magic. And sometimes haunted.

credits

released May 5, 2023

Written by Me
Recorded and produced by Me & Paul Casey
Mixed & Mastered by Paul Casey

Me: vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, keys, programming, chime bars
Paul Casey: bass, electric and acoustic guitars, ukulele, keys, programming
Liam Bradley: drums and percussion
Lauren Doherty: vocals on Tuar na hAimsire
John McCullough: Piano and keys on Christopher and Song With No Name

Artwork by Rebecca Foster and used by very kind permission. She's amazing; check her work out here:
www.rebeccafosterartist.com

The beautiful monologue in Echo is by Yasmin who recorded it for an art project called London is Lonely. I am so grateful to have been given the project's permission to use it.
www.londonislonely.com

Thank you to everyone who was involved in the making of this record.
Special thanks to Paul Casey for your patience, dedication, and brilliance.

Thank you to Mark Hogan for all your help and support.

Thank you to my nieces:
to Rebecca for the chime bars;
and to Rachel for the storm stories.

Thanks are also due to Betty Harrigan, Chris Kavanagh, Pam Ede, Ronan Durnin, Colm MacCrossan, Paul Connolly, Mik O'Connell, Mark Donnelly, and Shane McCaul whose willingness to listen and advise was invaluable.

Lastly but certainly not least, to everyone who has ever supported this music: I simply don't have the words to express my appreciation.

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