Battle Cry, by Tara Tine

Battle Cry

by Tara Tine

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1.	The Night Was Cold 03:05	lyrics	buy track
O the night was cold And the moon was round The night they put me In the ground It chilled me right down to my soul The night they put me in that hole Well I lost my mind Inside that box And to this day the devil knocks But this sweet grave is just for me I like the dark now I can see So go ahead and lay a hand on me And I’ll return it Broke in three I’ve killed the damsel in distress And just for fun I wear her dress And you’ll be sorry for your sins The night the angry woman wins
2.	8 Long Years 04:23	lyrics	buy track
Eight long years I’ve been walking through the desert I bear my load I even learned to find the pleasure But there ain’t no rain And there ain’t no light ‘Cause there ain’t no day Just one long night All at once I see an ocean Cool upon the sand I raise it up to my lips upon a wanting hand But there ain’t no release Not a drop of water there Just a belly full of desert And a dose of cool night air Eight long years And my soul is bare I’m singing to you my love But there ain’t ever No-one there There ain’t no water here Not a single drop of water Not for eight long years
3.	Predator 03:44	lyrics	buy track
Guy sends a shiver down your psychic spine But you're flattered when he tells you That he thinks you're fine Second guess yourself When you see the signs And before you catch your breath He's filling up your mind With the talk that he gives And the life that he lives And how he thinks you're great And how he thinks you're soulmates Now he thinks you're soulmates Mother never told you about the predator And still she's gonna ask you "What you do that for?" He's got skeletons in his closet He's got skeletons coming through the floorboards Your friends don't like him ‘cause He talks too much And his backhanded comments Make you flinch from his touch He makes you feel guilty ‘Cause you have a life And he really seems to think He's entitled to a wife Now the walls close in You don't know where to begin You're living in sin And you can't ever win No you can't ever win Now the years go by and you're living a lie You're convinced you can improve it But you can't even move it And the telly paints a picture Of how it should be But in the dark of the night you think I wonder if he'd kill me The news reporter's digging All the dirt that she can But the neighbours all say He was a family man Three fine kids and a wife in his bed Not a word said about The bullets in their heads Now the hunt goes on From the night to the dawn Not out on the street Not even on the lawn It's in your head In your head In your bed
4.	Here 03:49		buy track
5.	8 Long Years (radio edit) 03:25		buy track
6.	Shakedown (live) 05:12	lyrics	buy track
Twisted little contracts breed solemnity I find it very hard to smile then And would I even want to when All my walls have been breached Always more It’s death by a thousand cuts Cuts Cuts They say it’s in the bloodline Bleed Propensity for darkness Propensity for what you’re fed ‘Til you’re dead And then some I’d rather kill my mind than have it owned by you But I’m sure you’re already seeing to that Pushing on a union breeds some enmity And then you rifle through my drawers Yeah it’s a shakedown, a shakedown A shakedown, a shake And if I tell you that I love you Would you stop Always more It’s death by a thousand cuts Cuts Cuts

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released June 10, 2019

All songs written by Tara Tine
Recorded at The Shop Recording Studios, Carlingford, Ireland
by Jason Varley and David Bellew

Mixed and Mastered by David Bellew
Produced by Tara Tine and David Bellew

Vocals/guitar/bodhrán/keys – Tara Tine
Lead Guitar – David Bellew (Tracks 1,3 & 6)
Bass – Mark Clarke (except track 1 – Jason Varley)
Drums and Percussion – Ian Harold
Backing vocals – Caroline Whately, Orla Barry, David Bellew

Sleeve photography – David Manning, Club Sonic TV
Image editing – Tara Tine

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Tara Tine Dundalk, Ireland

Author, musician, producer and activist, Tara Tine refuses to accept to today’s pervading lack of revolutionary music. Inspired by PJ Harvey, Kate Bush, Dolores Ó'Riordan and Sinéad Ó Connor, Tine does not restrict herself to one genre but rather embraces all that has come before, channels it and releases it back into the wild, naked, raw and uncompromising. Tine is a state of Mind! ... more