The Grow Yourself EP

by Ain't Saint John

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We made this lovely EP over 5 days days in winter 2013. Four days in Punkahontas Studios, Dublin, going through an old Tac Scorpion Desk, and one day recording a lovely yamaha piano at a local music school. Then it was Christmas, so we went home and ate lots of food. But we didn't get lethargic. Early in January we spent about two days mixing it. I would like to say it mixed itself but Chris definitely did most of it. Another day of mixing in february and we brought it to be mastered by Richard Dowling in Limerick. While he worked his magic, Holly Pereira, who also sings on two of the songs, prepared the Final Album Artwork.

Thanks Ali, Holly, Chris, David, Tom, Derenik, Christophe, Sharon, Steve and Richard for all your hard work, talent and friendship. I had so much fun making this EP with you. For me, we have captured the mood and spontaneity of those five days recording in ways far beyond what i could have expected :)
John Mac Naeidhe 17/05/2014

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released May 15, 2014

All songs written and arranged by John Mac Naeidhe

Recorded and Engineered at Punkahontas Studios, Dublin by Christopher Barry

Mixed by Christopher Barry at Punkahontas Studios, Dublin

Mastered by Richard Dowling at Wav Mastering, Limerick

Musicians:

John Mac Naeidhe: Lead Vocals, Backing Vocal, Piano, Harmonium on Snapdragon, Classical Guitar, Synth, Samples and Percussion on Little Time

Christopher Barry: Electric Guitars

Thomas Mulrooney: Bass, Double Bass on Grow Yourself

David Blaney: Drums, Backing Vocals

Alison Byrne: Backing Vocals on Grow Yourself, Green Sea, Grump and Papermap

Holly Pereira: Backing Vocals on Snapdragon and Little Time

Christophe Capewell: Violin on Grow Yourself, Grump and Papermap; Backing Vocals on Grump and Papermap

Derenik Kolaiain: Trombone on Snapdragon and Green Sea

Sharon Murphy: Harmonium on Little Time

Stephen Moroney: Backing Vocals on Grump and Papermap

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Ain't Saint John Dublin, Ireland

Ain't Saint John is Irish singer / songwriter and piano player John Mac Naeidhe. His music has been described as "a nice blend of Americana and folk music with glimpses of Elliot Smith and Bill Callahan"(John Barker, 98FM). His debut release, The Grow Yourself EP features 6 songs recorded with a full band in December 2013 in Dublin. It will soon be available on 12" Vinyl and CD. ... more

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Track Name: Snapdragon
Antihirrinum
In rows of noses
Pertaining to the snout-like capsule
Of it's mature state

So squeeze my cheeks and make me talk like that
It used to seem that way to me
Sunny memories, rooted deep in me
the snapdragon fire in me

You turned it's petals inside out
And nature spoke from out it's mouth
Abstracted through my child light, through a maze
of sunny memories

So squeeze your cheeks and make you talk like that
You used to do like that to me
Sunny memories, rooted deep in me
The snapdragon fire in you
The snapdragon fire in me
Track Name: Grow Yourself
Well I hope whatever gripped you
Gets distracted and forgets you
It forgets the place it left you
And finds something else to eat

Because your leaves are full in summer
And the truth is not enough for you
Your roots could do with water
For your phylum and your phloem

Grow yourself in times of tears
Let the soil below receive your blessed tears
Grow yourself so many leaves
In the shadows, growing takes years

When I met you, you were blooming
In the window, All illumined
But the florist gods, they moved you
To a place that has deprived you

Where you must compete for sunlight
with the brambles and the grape vine
Winding through you and beneath you
Your roots could do with water

Grow yourself in times of tears
Let the soil below receive your blessed tears
Grow yourself so many leaves
In the shadows, growing takes years

When I met you you were blooming
And the petals lightly falling
But the florist gods, they moved you
To a place that has deprived you

And I can't see what your plan is
And my can is out of water
And I can't play Rick Moranis
In the little shop of horrors

Grow yourself in times of tears
Let the soil below receive your blessed tears
Grow yourself so many leaves
In the shadows, growing takes years
Track Name: Green Sea
Please
Sprinkle over me
Scatter over Everything
With particles of will grow strong
For oh so very long
I've sung my song to the green sea
The Green Sea

Clear
As it may appear
The water makes me thirsty here
The way the setting sun descends
Upon the shimmering rooftops
A small sip from the green sea
The Green Sea

Wake
Under Silver Sky
Looking up so longingly
For particles of will grow strong
To scatter over me
And I will
Fly off!
Track Name: Little Time
Little Time for the inside
Little Time, Little Light
Little Time for the insight
Of the night.
Little Time for the inside
Little Time for who knows
Little Time for the insight
At the tip of my nose

And So it seems
And it has to be

Hitting brightness through the breeze
Cool and wet to my hot and dry
Threw an apple inside me
Grew the pips in my ear
Take a bite of the afternoon, diffuse
Waning Into The Evening

Little Time for the inside
Little Time, Little Light
Little Time for the insight
Of the night.
Little Time for the inside
Little Time for who knows
Little Time for the insight
At the tip of my nose

And So it seems
So it has to be

I'm slow to what I know but I can't ignore
That I should work to repair the holes i tore
It was just a wave inside me
Waking all the other waves up
When they felt it cresting
Take another bite of the afternoon, amused
By the birds in the bushes and the birds in the trees
Ala la la laa la,
La la la laa la,
la la laa
Little Time
La la la laa la,
La la la laa la,
la la laa
Little Time…
Track Name: Grump
Who said so?
Who said there would be time to breathe?
All of the air
The air that we need
And who said so?
Who said there would be air to breathe?
For all of the people
And all of the trees
And the spit in the air
There's nothing wrong
There's nothing wrong with sowing seeds
As long as the seeds
Don't blow over there
In the air that we share

There's no one complaining upon your tree stump
About who cut you down, who thinks you're a grump
And Who said so (La la la! la la la! la la la!)
Who said so (La la la! la la la!)
Who cares who said so? (La la la! la la la!)

Such wild crusade
You set upon your burning dreams
But you haven't slept yet
And those aren't dreams
That you have in your head
And your stupid clock
Your stupid clock sits there and rings
But nothing can wake you
Oh nothing it seems
Look at you
You're so free

So keep on complaining upon your tree stump
About who cut you down, who thinks you're a grump
And Who said so (La la la! la la la! la la la!)
Who said so (La la la! la la la!)
Who cares who said so? (La la la! la la la!)
Track Name: Papermap
You've gone, lost yourself in a paper map
You slipped into a fold a mile back
And I can't find my compass
To trace your recent steps
Too afraid to use calipers,
Might impale you on my search

You are maybe in a forest 'neath a canopy of trees
Or along a contour line or in the sea
Thought I saw you by the coast
Near the place you visit most
But that was Summer, this is Spring
You're out of season, out of sync

Paper Map, Paper Map
Obsolete and out of date
This Paper Map is of a Different town

Now I've gone lost myself in the Paper Map
That you gave me years ago and I've lost the knack
And I fear I'll never find you
And I fear you'll want me not to
I never knew that you'd be hiding
Behind this Cartographic spiting

Paper Map, Paper Map
Obsolete and out of date
This Paper Map is of a Different town
Paper Map
Unordinated and faded
Scrawled is all, barely written down