This is essentially a song celebrating the magic of placenames. All the places mentioned - Firoda, Bilboa, Little Moscow, Gazebo and The Swan itself - are in the coalmining country around Castlecomer, where Kilkenny, Laois and Carlow counties meet. In the Bargy Mountains. Of course, there's a girl in there too...

Recorded at Simmer & Hackle Studios, Lost At Sky, Kilkenny.
Simon Bourke: guitars, bass, mando, voices; Eoghan Bourke: guitars

Flower Of The Swan - words and music Simon Bourke

The sirens are wailing, the blue lights are flailing
A car wreck is blazing out in The Swan
Look for the lady who's driving them crazy
Don't look for Jasmine because Jasmine is gone

CHORUS  
It's out to Firoda and back to Bilboa
On to Little Moscow and Gazebo I've gone
For one trace or token, to hear her name spoken
Jasmine, Jasmine, Flower of The Swan 

Her laughter still taunts me, the scent of her haunts me
The fire still smoulders in her smoke-coloured eyes
My fingers are dreaming of walking the shoreline
Where sand-coloured nylon, laps sweat-salted thighs

CHORUS 

Flower of The Swan
What have you done?
Your anthracite hair
I swear has crazied everyone 

If you should meet her tell her I beat her
Say I survived her, say I endured
Tell her I'm sober since a year last October
Tell her I'm over her, tell her I'm cured

CHORUS (VAR)
It's out to Firoda and back to Bilboa
On to Little Moscow and Gazebo I've gone
To hear her name spoken, to see her arms broken
Jasmine, Jasmine, Flower of The Swan