'Coconut Skins' brings comparisons with the bearded-bard's 'Desolation Row' - an affirmative and chipper acoustic guitar strum, pregnant with poetic-imagery of the inner-life's complexities and a singalong jauntiness - ".you can sit on chimneys/ with some fire up your ass/ no need to know what your doing/ or what your waiting for.", Damien addressing life incarnate and soul-embodied, ".you can lie between her legs/ and go looking for/ tell her you're searching for her soul.". The folky 'Rootless Tree' sounds all genteel and humdinger till the chorus strikes - ".fuck you/ fuck you." lucid with rage, tangled and confused, affronted and self-determining with liberating orchestration - ".let me out/ let me out/ let me out// fuck you / fuck you.", like riding the black waters. 'Elephant' features Vyvienne Long on cello with Damien's voice unfettered, wild yet masterly in expression and poignancy - the band struck pell-mell for one verse and the opening/closing - "This has got to die/ this has got to stop/ this has got to lie down.". '9 Crimes' sets the scene with co-singer Lisa Hannigan opening the verses with slow piano and a raised emotional barometer, verses twisting and turning with Damien - ".leave me out with the waste/ this is not what I do/ it's the wrong kind of place/ to be cheating on you.it's small crime/ and I've got no excuse." - addressing the wrongdoing, guilt and regret with underscoring cello - ".is that all right/ yeah/ give my gun away/ when it's loaded.is that all right/ with you/ - No!" - kinda sticks in the throat.
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