Alchemisland

Travelling the world, half viking half Brendan the Navigator

Bit of him in all later Irish, we’re the aliens visiting every island

Dreams of being a mediaeval pilot, steering the ship through violent

Storms, repelling pirate boardings, storming in the lord’s name

The vast fortresses of the heathen places, their arts though amazing

Convey a morality we do not obey, we consign to flames those things

Deemed to have had their day, the rest is demonised unto a taboo

Blew out a whole blunt, rot in my lungs, damp dungeons, the old 1-2

Me hitting you, you hitting the deck, vibe is dreck we’re getting wrecked

My ride wouldn’t pass inspection, too much hidden coke investments

Plastic bags stuffed in vents, meant for clients who know presidents

Residents of big houses, big money big power big need for powder

Call me Odlums I’ve got bags of flour and supernatural powers

Oven for an hour, star baker feeling empowered by a Paul handshake

Baking it while I’m baked as beans and naked as Eve in Eden, snake

Out but never snake eyes when I stake a prize, one more than five

Two times, black and red spin the dial, croupier pushing over a pile

Casino bouncer congratulates me but tells me plainly I’m done for tonight

I haven’t even started pal but yeah goodbye, I take myself outside

Taking the booting in stride and try the next place along the strip

A trident made of blinking striplights, more people than a triumph

Lining the street waiting to get inside, I tap my bulging pocket, supply

And there’s demand, I slick back my hair with my hand and stand

Close to the bouncer until he asks who I am, tell him I’m the man

Who creates sparks upon the landing, the lantern in the lampless attic

I am the buoy one grasps, desperately thrashed by the gelid Atlantic

He doesn’t know what to make of it, can’t grasp and that makes him angry

He starts to panic and just says OK pal, inside with you, vanish

Before I change me mind and thrash you then banish you

Once inside you can’t shift me, I’m some shit deep in the liver

Make a strong man quiver like a windshaken leaf, fall to the street

Doesn’t matter how often you’re on the feet beefcake

My shit deletes you, make you lose face, lose faith

Show you what really matters: today

You caught a case, a dose of my space-sending haze-laced methylene

Don’t miss with it, my mother’s neck got metal in, hell for airports, Jean

I’m breathing like the first round didn’t go my way

It’s some time before or after eight, no mint taste, ain’t day

No light to bar my darkness, I stay harkening to the parts

Of that place where shadows brace my anonyme dreams

Dreamdesirers crowd me, send them to the Irish

What I give them reddens the Irish, dilate what an eyelid hides

I’m the island’s pride, Brennan’s bread, tomorrow’s bread tonight

Nothing on tick, cash in hand or it’s open brick, no names on it.