Powerful and passionate my friend

Amazing. Made me feel words

Wonderful stuff!!!!

Out here in Korea feeling very far away from home. Haven't seen Ireland since last year and won't be back for a while. This sent me right back to 13th January 2020 in the Olympia. Thank you, brother. Grá mór

This is frightening. Different quality here Davie

David, I wish I had words for you. palpable love for this gift. i'll play it forward :)

Who's piano is that Davie?

It's so wonderful to watch you like this. This is truely where you belong.

Class 💚

Bravo. Takes me back to that that October, when you sang this above the raucous crowd, and somehow, through all the noise, your voice held strong, and pure. From the River to the Sea. ❤❤

Every listen I love this song more. This live version is absolutely stunning ✨

My favourite song yet, thank you dearly for this :’)

The Poet Laureate of Ireland. Gawd Bless ya kid !

this is your best song!

you have a very distinct style, I like it

This is my favorite song, I have been listening to it since 2018, I love the piano melody especially. Thank you for sharing this song again.

I love this song so much, it’s great to hear it done acoustically 😄☺️

Pure brilliance; in a just world, this man would be in line for all the awards on the table, such is his skill as a songwriter, singer, performer etc!!! Just goes to show you how utterly controlled the music industry is.

Pure genius songwriting!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Beats the hell out of 99% of the music that you hear on the radio or telly!!!

The centre of your cross The X that marks the spot The heart of the earth You are your love! B3X

stunning <3

Wow, great place to sing these words.

FREE PALESTINE

One of my favorite songs on Crude, gives me chills every time, this was beautiful. 👏♥️

Fabulous! So glad I came across this!

Man I love this song. God bless you man. The world needs music like this more than ever

Fabulous visual poetry. Such an uplifting song.

Wonderful!!!

The passion unbound endless poetic tales, the man stands out alone! Beautiful falls short but enough for now! B3X

Never underestimate a poet with a guitar. And, my word, that is some lilt you have there Mr. Keenan.

Now available on bandcamp X barrackstreetrecords.bandcamp.com/track/radiate-a-smile

I have never been able to articulate what it is about your music that makes my soul dance in a way that no other music does. It feels as if there is a chaos within every song that forces you to really pay attention. It's a music that makes me want to dance and cry and laugh all at the same time, there is nothing like listening to David Keenan in the garden by a firepit on a clear night sky, holding your lover in your arms and rejoicing in the beauty of feeling a pain you never knew you had

I love your lyrics and music and your voice pulls it all together, keep it up and thanks for sharing it. I need to listen to this one a few more times!

Your music never ceases to amaze me, and I love every song the more I listen to it, thank you so much for sharing your creativity and talent. ♥️

Brilliant, thank you for another masterpiece!

Been watching the live stream on repeat. Glad to have some on KZfaq. Can't wait to hear more of the new music!

Fantastic,enjoyed listening❤

"We were always beautiful, But who's to know if you're not looking"

"We were always beautiful, But who's to know if you're not looking"

release this on bandcamp please....

My cultic heart it beats ad nauseum, the rain falls down regardless of my plans. There are no jobs, we've been demobbed, there are no homes to purchase. Must we be content with dreaming of walking round our own houses eating cereal in the nip on a whim ? There are great tensions building up inside, we must act now we must be our own saviours. Tick tock molest your mind Drip drips of dopamine, A study in self harm with a saturated screen Tick tock molests your mind Drip drips of dopamine, A study in self harm with a saturated screen. A strange silhouette is cast by cunty hooks and the cabal. Polyester shimmers on a sojourn to the bottle bank on a traipse behind the bins for skin on skin on skin on skin on skin. This is urban dandyism this is rural erudition, my talents are wasted here are yours? I could do so much if I only had a little quiet, but paying attention is too expensive. Tick tock molest your mind Drip drips of dopamine, A study in self harm with a saturated screen. Tick tock molests your mind Drip drips of dopamine, It's a study in self harm with a saturated screen.

Remonstrations, I set out to bridge the gap from head to mouth and as the wind stank from the south, we turned to face the morning A cubist bruise upon your leg informed me of the war you fled must I now dance for scraps of bread at the table of your denial You ley let me in with stolen keys, the weak the whiplashed came in threes all pleading for some clarity and new life into their lungs our necks like tangled swans all calm above the water all above board for now at least There's specks of paint chipped off the walls The mirror has lied since Valentine's but as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky has been pockmarked by the cranes No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved We want to be with love, we want to be with love... As it is written off. Look at you, you're better now That anaphylactic shaking scowl has altered into something that could fill an empty space This city stinks of sex and weed, the narrow minded streets recede revealing some new truths to me, if you give a dog a bone it may follow you home and claim you led it on... There's specks of paint chipped off the walls The mirror has lied since Valentine's but as soon as we speak openly new hope it is restored We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky still pockmarked by the cranes No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved We want to be with love, we want to be with love... As it is written off.

I was told long ago that you'd learn more on a building site than you would in school, I don't know who's to know in El Paso. Friday nights the floodlights you'd hear us roar, sing the town till we die then our throats went sore, we have grown on the road to El Paso. Photographs on your mantelpiece they fade Sitting at some bus stop in the pouring rain In your mind things that you've seen Now the shoe is on the other foot, how does that feel? If you wanna go I'll take you there, feel the rain on your face in the morning air Let's go back, take me back to El Paso You go around with your tie and your briefcase With a look on your face like I'm a waste of space Take me back, take me back to El Paso Oh take a walk, take a walk down the echo road I'll be waiting don't you know i'll be waiting. And if you wanna go I'll take you there, feel the rain on your face in the morning air Take me back, let's go back to El Paso You go around with your tie and your briefcase With a look on your face like I'm a waste of space Take me back, take me back, take me back let's go back to El Paso, to El Paso, to El Paso, to my El Paso.

Beautiful

A man sculpted himself to be.

Want to share news of a live streamed gig from the James Joyce Centre, Dublin on the 18th of July folks 💚 A chance for anyone at home or abroad to tune in and hear Radiate and other new songs in real time in an iconic space. Creaky chairs & in jokes ! Hope you can tune in. Dx Details here: vier.live/act/david-keenan-live-from-james-joyce-centre-

Such a lovely earworm!

A modern bard -from the lad playing a song in a taxi to the man you are today , growth is a beautiful thing.

I think this is the best song I’ve ever heard

Absolutely beautiful song David. Love the production also 👌