Immaculate - Francis Dunnery

Like much of my newly found favorite music, I was turned on to Mr. Dunery by non-other than CMan. I have the most brilliant colored memories of snuggling CMan on the couch in his house in Da' Ghetto Gangsta Hood, deeply engaged in all sorts of hypothetical and theological discussions and knowing this man would change my life forever. This particular CD was one we spent a lot of time on, in part because I think Francis Dunnery seems like such a wise man, even if he is just a kid. An old soul I suppose. Otherwise, you just can't help but enjoy the energy and warmth, especially when wrapped up in a blanket on a chilly morning with your favorite warm-one:)

In addition to the obvious sentimental value of Francis Dunnery's "Tall Blonde Helicopter" for me, he is very high on my list of song writers with whom I feel a spiritual connection and understanding with. His methods simple, his message positive, his mind clearly sharp and interesting. I guess him to be quite fascinating and probably a little eccentric, but no matter what his personality traits may be I am quite certain he is a kind and thoughtful man, breathing in his moments.

Enjoy!

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Immaculate - Francis Dunnery

Moved outside of the circle,
And my mind is tired and my neck’s half worn
Someone told me I’m different
As I hold on tight to the things I own
Look what’s sewn in my lining
As I let go all of the things I own

Where no flowers die
Where no walls are needed
Where no hurt can grab ya


Immaculate
Grown inside our mind
Affirmations on where we’re going
don’t take no notice of what the man said
Cos immaculate id sitting in your head


Moved outside of the circle
And my mind is tired and my heart is worn
Someone says that I’m different
As I hold on tight to the things I own


Where the angels fly
Where no homes get broken
And we’re all together


Immaculate
Grown inside our mind
Affirmations on where we’re going
don’t take no notice of what the man said
Cos immaculate is sitting in your head


If only I could tell you that you are what you believe
The hurting would be over and we would both be free
If only you’d believe me when I said you’re beautiful
The images would manifest and beautiful you’d be
If only I could show you what Immaculate could be
The negative would perish and the positive would be
If only you’d allow yourself to hear what I’ve just said
Then pretty soon you’d realise that immaculate is sitting in your head