James Vincent McMorrow. There’s not a huge amount of else around, information-wise, about the Irishman with three names.

He’s Irish.

He released his first album, “Early In The Morning”, in 2010.

It’s fucking good.

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From a man who utilises hushed tones and musical soundscapes reminiscent of Bon Iver, I give you “We Don’t Eat” – an absolutely stunning piano-led track built on JVM’s utterly haunting voice, and a slowly building intensity over the course of 5 minutes, introducing guitar and drums as it builds and builds to a hair-raising finale.

A song about being stuck in a set of beliefs, knowing it’s time to move on, but always feeling held back by the past. About finally moving on from those beliefs – or feeling that you have – but realising that that moving on has left you questioning your own value, your own worth.

Has that moving on really made you a better person?

If this is redemption, why do I bother at all?
There’s nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
Still I’d rather be working at something, than praying for the rain
So I wander on, until someone else is saved

I moved to the coast, under a mountain
Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
I’d remember all the things my mother wrote

That we don’t eat until your father’s at the table
We don’t drink until the devil’s turned to dust
Never once has any man I’ve met been able to love
So if I were you, I’d have all this on trust

Two thousand years, I’ve been in that water
Two thousand years, sunk like a stone
Desperately reaching for nets
That the fishermen have thrown
Trying to find, a little bit of hope

Me, I was holding all of my secrets soft and hid
Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
So if in the future I might need myself a savior
I’ll remember what was written on that wall

That we don’t eat until your father’s at the table
We don’t drink until the devil’s turned to dust
Never once has any man I’ve met been able to love
So if I were you, I’d have all this on trust

Am I an honest man and true?
Have I been good to you at all?
Oh I’m so tired of playing these games
We’d just be running down
The same old lines, the same old stories of
Breathless trains and, worn down glories
Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own

So we don’t eat until your father’s at the table
We don’t drink until the devil’s turned to dust
Never once has any man I’ve met been able to love
So if I were you my friend, I’d learn to have just a little bit of trust

James Vincent McMorrow – We Don’t Eat

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