Tag: irish
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No Mood For Talking
To my patience and good nature Work is a cheese grater Make sure the spliff is ready when I’m home later I’m out in nature, in amongst it Early summer busy greenmarkering world walls, place of satyrs Part but apart, not parcel, nature’s separator A thin path for one abreast where two go, spacetheyateup Moving…
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Coming Home Shitfaced
Some are fishers of men’s souls I’m a drinker drover Never drink and drove Except on a bike, by jove Wound those lanes, wove Wobbly as Chivers Lime Surprised I never stoved My head in falling over Badly cut my leg one time Body breakable as window panes in a rock ape’s firing line Tomorrow…
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Going Bricker?
I’m shouting over Brickfield Park session tonight, boys Gonna be lethal Here, youngfla’, can I ask Is Bricker on your visit list He says yes beaming with fizzy lips It’s like an orgasm for tongue tips 1-2 1-2 1-2 1-2 like a tap drips Taps off, gents, and let rips Ripping and burning cities like…
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RIGHT, YOUNGFLA. TOWNTNI?
Out of ethanol Not one drop from the bottle Held upside down Shelves have fuck all Spent my morning drinking petrol full throttle. What time is love? Reads the train times at transcentral My dental plan is transcendental My hygienist sucks out plaqued mental faculties Here, there, on Grafton Street, on a black sand beach…
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HATEMYBIRD
I’m in a beer garden ranting at blokes I feel the feeling climbing me With dutch courage to bolster my confidence I am hardened My mother’s boy is a bard, kinship Mary Arden End of my rope, lads, end of my rope Slug of pint, worm of missed lip drink – ends on that smoke?…
Alchemisland 