Rachel's Apartment

by Readers Wives

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'Rachel's Apartment' is the second full length album from Dublin band Readers Wives.

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credits

released 01 July 2011
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All songs written by Niall James Holohan *
(*except 1, 3, 5 & 8 by Holohan/Diskin/Morrin/Farrell)

Recorded by Ronan McCormack & Mick Earley (at Crane Lane, Dublin), Niall Diskin (at The Jam Factory & Clonskeagh, Dublin & Kentish Town, London) and Marc Aubele (at Mule, Dublin).

Mixed by Ger McDonnell for Megafone © 2011.

Mastered by Tim Debney at Fluid, London.

Produced by Niall James Holohan & Niall Diskin (with special thanks to Paul Shanahan).

In Memory of Liam Diskin (1944-2005) & Cornelius "Papa" Brennan (1917-2011).

© Megafone Records, 2011

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tags: 2011 alternative cathal coughlan dublin indie rock ireland isadora duncan lenny bruce megafone niall james holohan readers wives rock rock & roll

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Track Name: Lenny Fucking Bruce
"Are there any real tits left"? - Lenny Bruce

Ow!

I was sitting up in Rachel's Apartment
With 'Yip Jump Music' on the stereo
I was wondering what the fires of Mars meant
Richard Pryor & art nouveau

Better get a move on, so
Better get a new true love
Aw, you say, in your Spanish slang
When you feel that mortal fear,
Skirts & boots & brunette bangs

Yeah
Girls who like it loose
& Lenny Fucking Bruce

I was looking for a confident person
There are so few in this fucked up world
& as the situation started to worsen
Sexy women, number words

Never gonna love you, girl
Never gonne be with you
Black meringue, around the world
& yes, I've done my bit for integration
The cheapest way to travel's date a foreign bird

Yeah
Girls who like it loose
& Lenny Fucking Bruce

I don't mind
Amore.

Yeah
Girls who like it loose
& Lenny Fucking Bruce


Words by Niall James Holohan
Track Name: Wasted Youth
How can you heart be so faint at eighteen?
Why don't you try & unplug your T.V.
You've pissed away years on a world that don't need you
You can listen to yourself or take it from me

Wasted Youth
Wasted Youth
Wasted Youth

We sat on our wall & we talked to our neighbours
The opposite of death, around here, is desire
We were lighting a fire under something to savour
Now, what are you going to do with your life?

Wasted Youth
Wasted Youth
Wasted Youth

How can you heart be so faint at eighteen?
Why don't you try & unplug your hairdryer?
You cry all the time over all the time you've wasted crying, over wasted time
'Cause the world won't accept you as it's messiah

Wasted Youth
Wasted Youth
Wasted Youth


Words by Niall James Holohan
Track Name: Light Up
Turn up your stereo
I don't mind
We've got a way to go
Tired of time

Get at the fire, man
Silent signs
Might have to go to war
Might have to lose my mind

Light Up (People, Light Up)
Light Up (People, Light Up)
People, light up
Light Up (People, Light Up)
Light Up (People, Light Up)
C'mon

"So, first of all
Let me assert my firm belief
That the only thing we have to fear is
Fear itself" - Franklin D. Roosevelt

Light Up (People, Light Up)
Light Up (People, Light Up)
People, light up
Light Up (People, Light Up)
Light Up (People, Light Up)
C'mon


Words by Niall James Holohan
Track Name: You Must Have Been Crazy
I heard it said you were the greatest lover
& that no woman could get enough
I heard it said you were the greatest lover
Never to give love

Arguements in the chip shop
Drunken birds, stolen kisses
Where's your missus? Where's your missus? 
Now, you're out drunk & playing the typical thug

If you were on your toes, then I suppose you'd know
That while the cat's away, his woman's bound to grow
No, I'm no knight in shining armour 
I just treat her right
Remind her what she means to me, every night

You must have been crazy
You must have been out of your mind
You must have been crazy
To let her out of your sight 

Yeh, you're used to getting lots of women
But what kinds of women are those?
Docile, braineless whiskey tarts with pantyhose for hearts
You had a good thing & you fucked it up & that's what stings
When you realise friend, you're alone again
It's nobody's fault but you're own

You must have been crazy
You must have been out of your mind
You must have been crazy
To let her out of your sight 

If I see you again
I would still be your friend
Because it's easier to forgive than to forget


Words by Niall James Holohan
Track Name: Laughter / Commute
Sat in the motherland
Drinking a beer
Wondering what it means
To be European

In the lap of violence,
The silence of seas
Get me all
On my knees

Duck through the pretty boys
& broken down cars
Ignore the adverts
So you know who you are

Soon you'll find empathy
& friends you never dreamed you'd meet
Wait & see

It's my before & after
My before & after
Darkness turned to laughter
In Italy
In Sicily

All sandy beaches
& panama hats
Where sat & talked
Of stones on the sand

& I was crippled
Over a girl
Somewhere else
In the world

I saw the swallows
Sink in the heat
I saw the dirt
That our nails are beneath

Saw every sorrow
Fall out of their beak
& the bay
Clear as day

It's my before & after
My before & after
Darkness turned to laughter
In Italy
In Sicily

Lady of the manor
Star of the sea
The disorder of your spirit
Is sacred to me

& there is not place
That I'd rather be
Than here
With you, now

It's my before & after
My before & after
Darkness turned to laughter
In Italy
In Sicily

Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh

Lay it on me now ..


Words by Niall James Holohan
Track Name: Isadora Duncan (Ft. Cathal Coughlan)
Alone in the carpet warehouse
Climbing through the spools
I found myself identity
A million miles from school

I found myself ambitious
Ambitions came soon after
In a tidy little list I named
"On The Road To Laughter"

To live, to love, to speak enough to be heard
Through the slurry
To smoke with boys I'm smarter than
To drink to critic's deaths
To woo the you who longs to choose a life you can't repress

I'm Isadora Duncan
I'm dancing on the landing
If you fuck to it, it's rock n' roll
That's my understanding

It pumps out of my ambulance
Does it do it to you?
Police, police me (woah yeah)
Like I policed you


Words by Niall James Holohan
Track Name: God With A Brigand
I don't know the guy, who thinks he knows me
Rusted up, downturned, theatre mouth, late at night
The world here, it's not worth your parody
There are no dividends
Sell your children, leave your wife

I'll admit I'm on the take
This has been a big mistake
You wanna make me laugh? Tell me your plans
Up the ante, 'cause I'm manic at this stage
& on this stage, I'm grinding, indescribable
& God With A Brigand
God With A Brigand
God With A Brigand
God With A Brigand

Her little hands appear on my ribs again
Shaking her hair free of her disguise
This has been irresponsible, yet tentative
Love? You don't go down with that in mind

Forget the tears you've cried, I've yet to flower
All I need's a hairpin curve at a hundred miles an hour
I'll admit I'm on the take
This has been a big mistake
You wanna make me laugh? Tell me your plans
Up the ante, 'cause I'm manic at this stage
& on this stage, I'm grinding, indescribable
& God With A Brigand
God With A Brigand
God With A Brigand
God With A Brigand
God With A Brigand
God With A Brigand
God With A Brigand


Words by Niall James Holohan
Track Name: A Sight For Sore Eyes
Baby
I've not known you that long
But lately
You're landing light is on

You are, you are
The only cure for time
You are, you are
A Sight For Sore Eyes

When you say I don't know which way to go
Hang on, hang on
'Cause your lips & the mole on your shoulder, love
They're never gonna be enough to make you feel strong
When you feel that it's wrong but you need it
Go on, go on

I look
Into your eyes & see
A raven over me
& though my heart is free
It makes me wonder

Look
Into your eyes & see
A raven over me
& though my heart is free
It makes me wonder

Lady
I'm knocking at your door
& lately
I don't need that much more

You are, you are
The only cure for time
You are, you are
A Sight For Sore Eyes

When you say I don't know which way to go
Hang on, hang on
'Cause your lips & the mole on your shoulder, love
They're never gonna be enough to make you feel strong
When you feel that it's wrong but you need it
Go on, go on (hey!)

I look
Into your eyes & see
A raven over me
& though my heart is free
It makes me wonder

Look
Into your eyes & see
There's a raven over me
& though our hearts are free ...


Words by Niall James Holohan
Track Name: Annabella
Oh, Annabelle, I
Just don't know what to do
You're rolling terror
You're shared unorphaned blues

No cast are better
No shadow cull no river
For filth that health ya
You're sick as dogs
But maybe you're just jealous of her ..

Oh carry on
Through all you weather
Carry on
Your suffering is through
Carry on
His lordship should know better

Oh, in my story
No tambourine ta-ta
I see no quotient for the maniac that you are
Now, one cunt Tory
A fistful of blatant lies
The flowering glory
Shovelled up
But maybe you're jealous of her ..

Oh
Carry on
Through all you weather
Carry on
Your suffering is through
Carry on
His lordship should know better

(But who knew how?)

Oh
Carry on
Through all you weather
Carry on
Your suffering is through
Carry on
His lordship should know better
Carry on
Carry on
& bloom

Oh, Annabelle, I
Just don't know what to do


Words by Niall James Holohan
Track Name: Get Laid
Saddle up the month of Sundays
Saddle up your orphan's blues
Roll back the tides
Wheel in the supplies
We're down on 8th Avenue

I don't wanna show your mother
How to cook your father's eggs
If you feel a phoney, all alone & lonely
Maybe it's all in your head ..
Yeh

Sitting in the corner
You complain & complain & complain
If you're feeling horny ..
Get laid

I know what you people want
You're all too fucking tasteful for me
Do you think it's cool to drain the swimming pool?
Put a padlock on the swings?

You laugh at us because we're different
But we laugh at you 'cause you're all the same
& the parasites will love you
When you're in your grave

Sitting in the corner
You complain & complain & complain
If you're feeling horny ..
Get laid


Words by Niall James Holohan
Track Name: Serial Monogamy
I don't know your name
I just know you're going home
I've got games to play
& a score to scribble up on the blackboard, so ...

No, I don't know your name
& I don't want to hear you express you feelings at all, at all
& if you ask me what the story is,
I won't even let you get dressed in the hall

I am no serial monogamist
I'm like a dog when I get pissed
Climbing on the nearest bitch to me
I am no serial monogamist
No romantic, no fantasist
I don't know what you see in me

No, I don't know how you're feeling
Now you don't recognise this ceiling
Just like when you wake your first morning on holiday
This is not Santa Ponza
& I'm far from a forky foreigner
You can get the bus around the corner
I've got shit to do today

I am no serial monogamist
I'm like a dog when I get pissed
Climbing on the nearest bitch to me
I don't want your serial monogamy
It's sleeping around disguised as freedom
& no one, in that bar, last night was free

I only want one to work out ..

I am no serial monogamist
So what happens when you get pissed
Is you don't come calling me at home
I don't see the relevence of lingering
Or a ring around a finger
When we're happier alone
I am no serial monogamist
No romantic, no fantasist
I don't know what you see in me
I am no serial monogamist
I'm like a dog when I get pissed
It's great, knee deep in V.D.


Words by Niall James Holohan