Watched this man stop a Glen Hansard show in it's tracks earlier this year in NYC. That's not an easy thing to do. This man continues to blow me away with his talent!
he is a talented orator and lyricist...this tune is as they say in the town , deadly..he put in the hard yards...I winced as he played to clowns.. but now those clowns will bow to him.. class....you never know what happens when you get in a taxi and he ask's you were to go..especially when you say "the world"...class..come on the town....* a real mention to the piano dude in this track..its fuckin un real...soothed my soul for at least 6 months or so...good luck to everyone who made tune possible..:)
what a kid.. different ball game chief...remember seen him a few times...last time was the centry.. (SP)? a good chief id say.. would like to sit down and have a jam with him and try and scribe a tune.. catch ya on the flip side son..
Lyrics: A little boy sits on the doorstep Lifting his hands for to dampen the sound Of a bitch who's informing the neighbours Of intimate acts with some way she had found. Where the chimneys of steam emanate from the gutter In a dive bar where the hungry all stew It is here that the brilliant blasphemers are sitting Cursing us under the moon Ah with every name under the sun As the young wans are banging their drums Is there any evidence of living left in this town? Will I find any evidence of living amongst you saddening crowd? Is there any evidence of living within them - within us? Will I find any evidence of living left in this town? The dishwasher had spoke of the new testament So I picked up a German edition Though I can't read nor decipher one single cold word I was joined by a strange apparition In a face like an old painter's radio And disgrace was her family name We played cards, I was happy just to be there Happily losing, happily lucid. Waiting for morning, waiting to be saved Is there any evidence of living left in this town? Will I find any evidence of living amongst the saddening, maddening crowd? Is there any evidence of living within them - within us? Will I find any evidence of living left in this town? We gathered our travelling circus One and for all - we must hoist up the mast We must move now to set an example For every kid whose dreams died in 5th class In the name of that choice In a cracked anaemic voice That tall girl, she did silence the crowd She awoke in the spirit - "We all washed up in it" I shook, I tripped and I moaned Being wounded she then brought me home By her bedside while combing her hair She undressed and then whispered in prayer Ask yourself: any evidence of living left in this town? Will I find any evidence of living amongst the saddening maddening crowd? Is there any evidence of living within them - within us? Will I find any evidence of living left in this town? Shall we make it to the meadow? Is heaven just another ghetto? An ankle ripped by a stiletto We are the living in this town.
Watched this man stop a Glen Hansard show in it's tracks earlier this year in NYC. That's not an easy thing to do. This man continues to blow me away with his talent!
I was there too! Incredible incredible incredible
Saw this live at EP twice - absolute highlight of the festival.
Perfection.
His performance reminds me of a labourer in 1913 riling up the masses for a revolution 😂
Shane O'Callaghan yes !!!!
This Dundalk chap is super talented , truly deserves the recognition he is getting , A unique brilliant singer / songwriter
Wow ! Just Wow ! Am LOVING this guys music. Thanks so much for sharing some of the magic with those of us not there
The man can do it ALL!
Excellent song and great connection with the audience. Dundalk's finest!
Have you ever wished to be in a given place at a certain time, this is one for me.
My favourite song and live performance ever
Leonard Cohen died and his soul found a new vessel in you... you are amazing!
he is a talented orator and lyricist...this tune is as they say in the town , deadly..he put in the hard yards...I winced as he played to clowns.. but now those clowns will bow to him.. class....you never know what happens when you get in a taxi and he ask's you were to go..especially when you say "the world"...class..come on the town....* a real mention to the piano dude in this track..its fuckin un real...soothed my soul for at least 6 months or so...good luck to everyone who made tune possible..:)
Gavin Glass on piano
😂😂
Lol. When you dont need a studio version cuz this live version is way better than any studio recorded track could ever be.
Wow - this is absolutely amazing - best written music I’ve come across in many years!
TRox D-O-N-E many happy returns!
I live in Canada but I am Irish.
I’ll be going to see David in February in Toronto.
Where are you from?
Stunning
Can't believe his talent...
what a kid.. different ball game chief...remember seen him a few times...last time was the centry.. (SP)? a good chief id say.. would like to sit down and have a jam with him and try and scribe a tune.. catch ya on the flip side son..
Performance of the year!
David Keenan, is not just an awesome performer he is a poet. Is he the new Dylan?
Stunning 😍
Superb!
amazing
Lyrics:
A little boy sits on the doorstep
Lifting his hands for to dampen the sound
Of a bitch who's informing the neighbours
Of intimate acts with some way she had found.
Where the chimneys of steam emanate from the gutter
In a dive bar where the hungry all stew
It is here that the brilliant blasphemers are sitting
Cursing us under the moon
Ah with every name under the sun
As the young wans are banging their drums
Is there any evidence of living left in this town?
Will I find any evidence of living amongst you saddening crowd?
Is there any evidence of living within them - within us?
Will I find any evidence of living left in this town?
The dishwasher had spoke of the new testament
So I picked up a German edition
Though I can't read nor decipher
one single cold word
I was joined by a strange apparition
In a face like an old painter's radio
And disgrace was her family name
We played cards, I was happy just to be there
Happily losing, happily lucid.
Waiting for morning, waiting to be saved
Is there any evidence of living left in this town?
Will I find any evidence of living amongst the saddening, maddening crowd?
Is there any evidence of living within them - within us?
Will I find any evidence of living left in this town?
We gathered our travelling circus
One and for all - we must hoist up the mast
We must move now to set an example
For every kid whose dreams died in 5th class
In the name of that choice
In a cracked anaemic voice
That tall girl, she did silence the crowd
She awoke in the spirit - "We all washed up in it"
I shook, I tripped and I moaned
Being wounded she then brought me home
By her bedside while combing her hair
She undressed and then whispered in prayer
Ask yourself: any evidence of living left in this town?
Will I find any evidence of living amongst the saddening maddening crowd?
Is there any evidence of living within them - within us?
Will I find any evidence of living left in this town?
Shall we make it to the meadow?
Is heaven just another ghetto?
An ankle ripped by a stiletto
We are the living in this town.
unbelievable.
I desperately need the lyrics to this song omg does anyone know where I can find the official lyrics!!
Class
Ya big rideya!
He's unreal
Upper, upper echelon!
Wow! This is great! No need for guitar, David at least as compelling a performer without it!
Lyrics?
Only here to say the thumbnail of this video the guy looks like of the of the guys from Foils Arm and Hog.
3000 views..😮 that's not right.