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  • October 12th LAUNCESTON (UK) No 8 Cafe Tickets
  • October 21st ST DONATS (Near Cardiff, WALES) St Donats Arts Centre Tickets
  • October 28th COLCHESTER Little Rabbit Barn (Band gig) Tickets
  • October 26th NORWICH Fine City Blues @ Murderers  Tickets
  • October 27th NORWICH Fine City Blues @ Stretton Arms  Tickets
  • November 1st BREMEN (Germany) Meisenfrei Blues Club Tickets
  • November 2nd LUBECK (Germany) Tonfink Tickets
  • November 3rd LICHTUNG (Germany) Kulturcafe Tickets
  • November 4th WIESBADEN (Germany) Infoladen Tickets
  • November 12th LONDON Folk & Roots Festival @ Slaughtered Lamb Tickets 
  • November 15th WURPERTAL (Germany) Swane Cafe Tickets
  • November 16th OUD HEVERLEE (Belgium) Listwaar Tickets
  • November 17th HOMBURG, Saar (Germany) Mandy's Lounge Tickets
  • November 18th SOLINGEN (Germany) Tom Bombadil Tickets
  • November 19th NEUSS (Germany) Party Tur Tickets 
  • December 13th DAVOS (Switzerland) Songbird Festival Tickets
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    River is a poem for the polis, a lyric for London and is Sean's first spoken word piece. The video is directed by Colm McCarthy. You'll find lyrics below the video too.


    Sweet Thames, hold until I end my song
    I am a part of this neon city
    With its closed doors and stories inside
    The game of chance casts a glance
    As sirens wail like saxophones
    Where the women buzz
    In crowded pubs and clubs
    We are chained to the flow of the river
    With its amphetamine beat that
    Shakes the golden sky of Camden
    I’m just another Londoner looking in

    This is my River
    This is our daily bread

    Night bus temptations late night radio stations
    Colour every inch of my nocturnal spirit
    Tramps in doorways burn the all night flame
    They live true and pure free of ownership
    They are themselves as stars
    As the stars beneath Chalk Farm
    Pour out onto the street

    The next indie band in their indie chic
    Play for days
    Blasting music along Parkway
    Where Dublin’s Castle rides the hill
    While the kings and the queens of every generation
    Try to outrun the hurricane until it stops

    This is my River
    This is our daily bread

    These words are all I have
    A thing of beauty is a joy forever
    This city burns and rages forever
    All daytime offers is beer garden weather
    Now sweat drips and moods change
    While the suits sleep like babies
    There is no sleep for bohemian angels of the night
    In  the name of the polis
    Return me to the source of the current
    Where sparks coat the heart of the Saturday night
    With drunks and hustlers
    Dealers and dreamers
    Every merry wanderer of the night
    In  powder-coated white
    Poets and singers shelter inside the storm
    Taking shots at reason
    Like comets which beatify the sky  
    Rare doses of salvation as the cosmos unravels
    The road is our birth our life and our death

    This is my River
    This is our daily bread

    As we sit on top of Primrose Hill
    London is an ocean of lights burning eternal
    Lovers in bushes MDMA rushes
    The feel of the wet grass in clutched hands
    You see her ankle tattoo
    An invitation to the blues
    Spectre of wishes fury-fused kisses
    Heartbreak wishes drunken kisses
    Hangover wishes

    The sky cracks and daytime chases love
    It leaves no one behind
    No matter how fast I run
    This city will always be home
    Even when it scares me
    I’m lost in the sea of souls
    Some of them alive but most of them dead

    This my River
    This is our daily bread

    Sweet Thames, hold until I end my song
    Rush hour crowds valium eyes disconnect
    Pour onto industrial machines
    Thirteen years previous millennium night
    Millions decorated the streets of London
    Over Wordsworth’s heavenly Bridge
    As fireworks tear open the sky of London
    I can still taste my first kiss
    In a Brixton rave with wide eyes and smiles
    Before the first train of tomorrow’s day
    Take me home

    The Thames twists around London
    And I curl around your beauty
    As the dawn becomes tangled with darkness
    Jagged as a new day
    As eyes roll backwards
    The walls groan and hands tremble
    We are freedom defined
    All will be fine
    No need for fear or worry
    It’s just a ride

    This is my River
    This is our daily bread

    These words are all I have