'Skindive' Album

  1. Skindive (Extended Version) Skindive 7:11
  2. Swallow Skindive 3:01
  3. Tranquillizer Skindive 4:10
  4. Salt Peter Skindive 5:13
  5. Love Me Still Skindive 3:53
  6. Space Age Lullaby Skindive 5:40
  7. No More Good Guys Skindive 5:05
  8. Zero Now Skindive 4:26
  9. Confession Skindive 3:19
  10. In for The Kill Skindive 3:41
  11. Sweetness Skindive 3:56
  12. Contrition Skindive 0:49
  13. Circle Skindive 2:13
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Lyrics

Skindive (Extended Intro)

Blood distracts the pain
I’m back again, the sky is falling
Lying on my back, the drug attacks and I am taken
I should know better than believe you
You may not know how to be true
Bleeding hides my grief
Decide to leave, my eyes wide open
Hang myself around your neck
The stain spreads out, and pain
When can I go again

Skindive
Bleeding
Skindive
Clean up my my mind, my soul
My flesh and blood and face it all
Skindive

Standing still around me
Run the source of my distractions
Blackened room, the pictures flashing silver in my head
Need to believe this is the best way
Smile and the thoughts just flow away
Shiver to the beat, I’d love to leave but I was taken
Disappoint me, tell me this is great and I wont care
I wont care
I wont care

Skindive
Bleeding
Skindive
Clean up my my mind, my soul
My flesh and blood and face it all
Skindive

The sky is falling
And I am taken
Eyes wide open
Flesh is bleeding
The sky is falling
And I am taken
Eyes wide open
Flesh is bleeding
And I saw life move real slow
Lovers arms let me go
And there stands Christ, flesh and blood
Set me right, let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go

Swallow

Close my eyes tight
Hurt with this light
Your devious mind come shining through to me
Shining clear me
Head for home as the daylight grows
Crashing to the floor as a bitter sound rings clear
Your tragic song i hear
Happy thoughts and empty minds can’t justify my reasons

No joy for me, till the day I can hold my head up
King in my head, hung in shame
Swallow me

Head for home as the daylight grows
Crashing to the floor as a bitter sound rings clear
Your tragic song i hear

No joy for me, till the day I can hold my head up
King in my head, hung in shame
Swallow me

Tranquillizer

Wow…really
My calm, my drug
My justice, my saviour
My killer, my mirror
Confessor and lover
My killer, truths and lies
My mirror, desensitise me
Confessor, shaping minds
And lover, educate me

Solid state pacifier
Beaming in.
Tranquillise me
Super cool by direction
Keep in line, your intention
Smoother than straight oppression
Shaping minds by direction
TV’s soon mother, teacher
Full control pushing

My calm, truths and lies
My drug, desensitise me
My justice, shaping minds
My saviour, educate me
My calm, truths and lies
My drug, desensitise me
My justice, shaping minds
My saviour, educate me
Fill me up with drugs enough
To see behind the lies.
Wash me out to clean my doubts
Away from off my mind.
My calm, my drug
My justice, my saviour
My killer, solid state pacifier
My mirror, beaming in tranquillise me
Confessor, super cool by direction
And lover, keep in line, your intention
My calm, truths and lies
My drug, desensitise me
My justice, shaping minds
My saviour, educate me
My killer, truths and lies
My mirror, desensitise me
Confessor, shaping minds
And lover, educate me

Solid state pacifier
Beaming in tranquillise me
Super cool by direction
Keep in line, you’re intention.
Solid state pacifier
Beaming in tranquillise me
Super cool by direction
Keep in line, you’re intention.

All necessities provided
All boredom amused
All anxieties tranquillised

Salt Peter

Cut my teeth again
On the milk of friends
Kindness always seems
To let me down

Raise the stakes again
Closer to the end
But I couldn’t wait
To dive in deeper

I’m in the way of pleasure, soon
I could have everything, I’m sure
Stone cold and bleeding
I’m rubbing the salt in
Salt Peter comes

Swallowed in easy pieces
Stone cold, but still keeps beating
Baptised in blood that’s flowing
Black scented seeds that I have sown

Salt Peter comes
Raise the stakes again
Closer to the end

Swallowed in easy pieces

Love Me Still

Dead cells
Cold tea
One sound
And zero sleep
I made my choices
So now you know how far I’ll go

Can you love me still
Can you hold it back a little while
If you say I’m wrong, then I’m wrong
It’s up to you, I know
But love me.
Love me
Love me
Love me

Dead cells
Cold tea
One sound
And zero sleep
I made my choices
So now you know how far I’ll go

Can you love me still
Can you hold it back a little while
If you say I’m wrong, then I’m wrong
It’s up to you,
Can you love me still
Can you hold it back a little while
If you say I’m wrong, then I’m wrong
It’s up to you
Can you love me still
Can you love me still
Can you love me still

Space Age Lullaby

In taller rooms
Television sits pretty in this gloom
Cold cathode shines
Hazy through some blue neon light

It’s late
Sleep tight
Think of me till I fall my love
As my hunger rests
Till the daylight comes
And it starts all over
Out in the cold
Space age lullaby
On my mind

No More Good Guys

I died today
But I’m still breathing
Bleeding
For now, I’m broken
You left me here
Capsized and sinking
Thinking, right now
There’s no more good guys

You left me standing here
Alone and colder
I hope that some day soon
The pain inside will stop

You died today
But you’re still breathing
In my mind, that is
There’s no more good guys

You left me standing here
Alone and colder
I hope that some day soon
The pain inside will stop

I hoped you’d see me
I hoped you’d understand
Or crucify me for my failings
My cruel ambition, hardly justified
And the pain inside will… stop

Zero Now

So with deception tucked away
And consciousness has all but gone now
Billions from the masses
From the man who took us in
Now the ice king’s melting
But the world’s still turning round on his strings
And he benefits still from machines that we need to live

Zero now
We’re breaking down so it’s
Speaking through me
And I’ll connect you

Just as fashion’s wearing thin
Middle income pockets safe from bleeding
To the beasts in Brooklyn
Born of Lambs on capital hill
Scared that we’ll reach the speed of change
Scared that we’ll reach the speed of change
Zero zero’s cruising, but the world’s still in on the prospect
As governments reject the thought that they held the control

Zero now
We’re breaking down so it’s
Speaking through me
And I’ll connect you
No more pain
Too few that gain
So they’ll hold you down
And I’ll connect you

Zero now
We’re breaking down so it’s
Zero now
We’re breaking down so it’s
Speaking through me
And I’ll connect you
No more pain
Too few that gain
So they’ll hold you down
And I’ll connect you
No more pain
Too few that gain, so
No more pain
Too few that gain, so
No more pain
Too few that gain, so
No more pain
Too few that gain, so
No more pain
Too few that gain, so
No more pain
Too few that gain, so
I’ll connect you

Confession

My friend called today
He said “way too long”
Since i talked to you
What did i do wrong?

Truth is i’m afraid
Of all that he might say
And all the wrong i’ve done
Taking every day

Let me down
Didn’t care
I’m hung out to dry
My confession

My friend called today
He said “way too long”
Since i talked to you
What did i do wrong?

Truth is i’m afraid
Of all that he might say
And all the wrong i’ve done
Taking every day

Let me down
Didn’t care
I’m hung out to dry
And now you’re here
I abandon fear
All i need is someone to hear
My confession

In For The Kill

Up he comes for the thrill
Man locks in for the kill
Breathing fixed for the time
Image burns in and is sealed in my mind
Can I move from my call
Cautious looks say it all
Cold control to impress
Fate takes control of my move fro the rest
One more blink of an eye

And I’m in for the kill
My conscious kicks in
And crumbles in my hands
All feelings weaken
And just in time to quench compassion
See, I am breathing
Seething
Breathing

Cooler things I have done
Let myself down again
Insecurity swells
Jealous as anger expands in my head
Cold control moves aside

And I’m in for the kill
My conscious kicks in
And crumbles in my hands
All feelings weaken
And just in time to quench compassion
And go for the kill
My conscious kicks in
And crumbles in my hands
All feelings weaken
And just in time to quench compassion
And go for the kill
My conscious kicks in
And crumbles in my hands
All feelings weaken
And just in time to quench compassion

Image burns and the view gets sealed inside
Cautious looks say it all straight to my eyes
Jealous moves make it all just move aside
Keep me safe or kill my mind

Sweetness

My precious little lover
Pushing down on me
My perfect little liar
Trying hard to see
How the pain is sweetest
Pin me to the wall
The current threw the wire
It’s bound to make me fall

(Bound to make me)

Turn the dial up higher
As the telephone rings on
My flesh like its on fire
Listen up to long
Join me hinny quickly
For some electric fun
Turn it gently clockwise
Sweetness I know!
I’m in control!

(Chorus)
So hold your mind
Instead of mine
Out to lose
I’m losing time
Full control
Soul impressed
You took my time with someone elts

My innocent assassin
Weir threw the rings
Current flowing threw me
All the joy it brings
My perfect little liar
Trying hard to please
My precious little lover
My sweetness

Sweetness I know
My energy goes
As strong as it goes
I’m in control

(Chorus x3)
That’s how I showed you the way (x8)

Circle

Circle, my carousel
Guilt trip, hard sell
Stretching out in front of me
All the things that I could have been

And it’s hard to believe
Have I grace to concede
And it’s hard to believe
Have I grace to concede

Round once more, my carousel
Giving me my heart to sell
Laying there before me
All the things that I should have been

Credits

Skindive: Danielle Harrison, Gerry Owens, Alan Lee, Ger Farrell

Production:
Songs 3, 4, 6, 11: Adrian Sherwood, Skip McDonnald, Gerry Owens,
Songs 1, 2, 10: Alan Branch, Gerry Owens
Songs 5, 7, 8, 9, 12, 13: Gerry Owens
Song 9 Re-constructed by: Joe Galdo

All words and music by Gerry Owens
Orchestral work arranged and conducted by Nick Ingman

Recorded at:
Windmill Lane Recording Studio, Dublin, Ireland
Engineered by Alan Branch
Assistant Engineer: Alvin Sweeney
Thanks to Catherine, Cameron, Emma Jane and Dave
Orchestral Recording:
Orchestral Players: ‘The Irish Film Orchestra’
Recording Engineer: Brian Masterson

Additional Recording:
Sun Studios, Dublin, Ireland
Engineered by Pat Dunne

Konk Studios, London, England
Engineered by Alan Branch
Assistant Engineer: Albert Pinheiro
Thanks also to Ryan Tully.

Matrix Studios, London, England
Engineer: Toby Bush
Thanks also to Nick Taylor

Mixed at:
The Warehouse Studio, Vancouver, Canada
Mixed By: Dave”Rave” Ogilvie
Assistant Engineer: Paul Forgues
Additional Engineering: Zac Blackstone
Thanks also to Chris and Tara

Mastered by Tom Baker
at Precision Mastering, Los Angeles, USA.

Additional Editing / Programming: Alan Branch and Phill Western
Additional talking on ‘Tranquillizer’ by Keith LeBlank
Additional Trumpet on ‘Love Me Still’ by Mark Adams
’Treated’ music box on ‘No More Good Guys’ Kindly lent by Christian

Art Direction: Tony Wright
Design by Emmet O’Connell
Photograph (Front Cover) by Kelly + Meyers

A&R: Eric Silver
A&R coordinator: Harry Nixon

Publishing: Sony ATV Music Publishing 2019
Copyright: Black Bag Music 2019
Originally released in 2001 by ‘Palm Pictures LLC’, New York, USA

Manager and Co-conspirator: Dermot Geoghegan

Sincere thanks to the following: (in alphabetical order) Chris Blackwell, Adrian Boot, Alan Branch, Karl Breen, Kim Buie, Rebecca Curran, Dan Connelly, Paul Delany, Mick Davis& Dee at Ears, Jackie Dixon, Bob Donnelly, Faisel Durrani, Tuvie Ejah, Emma, Jim Farrell, Holly Ferguson, Gerry Forde at Roland / Sennheisser, Paul Forgues, Diane Fortier, Groovin’ Joe Galdo, Kevin Gates, Dermot Geoghegan (without whom, non of this would have been possible), Dr. John Greally and NIM, Celia Hirschman, Nick Ingman, Kelly + Meyers, OJ Kilkenny, Jennie Korshak, Paul Langton, Jerry Leibowitz, Lilly, John McDonnald, Skip McDonnal and Carl Moynihan, Damien Murphy, Frank Murray, Suzette Newman, Harry Nixon, Emmet O’Connell, Anita O’Donnell, Dave “Rave” Ogilvie, Aoife, Etain, Fionan and Ronan O’Leary, Angela and Anthony Owens, John Owens, Catherine Rutter, Ruairi Scanaill, Michael Seltzer, Adrian Sherwood, Eric Silver, Brian Sutnick, Alvin Sweeney, John Vickers, Caitriona Walshe (and the Irish Film Orchestra), David Walton at Waltons Music, Phill Western, Tony Wright, Tassia Wyatt, all at Palm Pictures for their kindness and patience, and all others, who contributed during the making of this recording.. Danielle wishes to thank: Endless love and thanks to Darlene Sovran, Diane Jones, Eleni Mandell, Alicia Griffith, Chris Joyner, Scottie Stevens, Satchel, Mario Calire, The Tennesen Family, Cindy Rosenberg, Michael Crispin, David Field, Sonja Byrne, Turn, beautiful Liva O’Loughlin (always follow your dreams)my brother Mikey, my sisters Kuiama and Michelle, Dad and Dena, Daddy Pat Barrett, my wonderful and gorgeous mother Diane Barrett, my families and friends, and everyone who has encouraged and supported me along the way, especially my sweetheart Oliver Cole – Thank you for everything. I love you. Alan wishes to thank: Stephen, Teresa, Mark Rodney, Richard and Tara, Riona Sauce, Mark Ryall, Andrew McDonnald, Christian, Jago Byrne, Wav and Anne, Louise Warren. Ger wishes to thank Mum and Dad, Maura, Viennie, Seamus, Ray and Collette, Ollie, Ann and Bill, Colm, Fintan, and Eric. Special thanks to Sandra Hennessy.

G. Owens Skindive

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