Paul Kelly - Quarantine

Brand new Paul Kelly song from the Thematic Compilation, ’Poetry’. Listen to album here: In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out from the workhouse with his wife. He was walking — they were both walking — north. She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up. He lifted her and put her on his back. He walked like that west and west and north. Until at nightfall under freezing stars they arrived. In the morning they were both found dead. Of cold. Of hunger. Of the toxins of a whole history. But her feet were held against his breastbone. The last heat of his flesh was his last gift to her. Let no love poem ever come to this threshold. There is no place here for the inexact praise of the easy graces and sensuality of the body. There is only time for this merciless inventory: Their death together in the winter of 1847. Also what they suffered. How they lived. And what there is between a man and woman. And in which darkness it can best be proved. Let no love poem ever come to this threshold. There is no place here for the inexact praise of the easy graces and sensuality of the body. In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out from the workhouse with his wife. He was walking - they were walking – north. North, north, north, north. Slightly adapted from a poem by Eavan Boland Produced by: Paul Kelly Mixed by: Roger Bergodaz Mastered by: Don Bartley Drums: Peter Luscombe Bass guitar: Bill McDonald Mellotron guitar: Ashley Naylor Baritone guitar: Dan Kelly Electric piano and piano: Cameron Bruce Harmony vocals: Maddy and Memphis Kelly