Tag: memories
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DIFFERENCES
Our great granddad’s flanks lascinated and lacerated by serrated grenade shells in fierce dawn raids Rode fridgelike tanks across perilous muddy embankments which stank of bad meat We stressed about transition year plays, played pranks, GDPR failure quiz and Bebo flashbox Played games, chasing at the wrong age through Ballaly apartments, hairs on the chin…
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Raised Good
I’m a Prince contending with life on an open road, used to glimmering places I have relations in Limerick, mostly Norman, Father and Uncles are Knights of Glin Vast bay windows signal light in, filtered through satin curtains it has the tallow, marshmallow hue of candlelight It makes the favoured brass candelabra to shine like…
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Johnny Martino
Found on the Floor from Wexford Playing in the Lower Deck Magnum Opus, opening for Okus Had a song about Johnny Martino Martini type, Marty Scos life Acted in the Godfather, honour to work with Cappola, third one’s crapola I build cathedrals with my Crayola My life is milk three days over.
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Mischief Yesterdays
I’m the type people call for reference Wise beyond so my name is reverenced Often mentioned, next dimension, attention demanded like you got remanded detention Declension of verbs, a third of mine are heard and all of them are future lured Your verbs are like left turns that bring you home every time, all tense…
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Cannibal Corpse Merch
Sitting in class, my Christian Brother school Black Cannibal Corpse hoodie feeling cool One ghoul or another exposing a womb Born in a tomb of the mutilated, teachers I hated I get double tests of, fated To hold my face to keep awake Everyday is exactly the same Fucksake it’s draining, takes cake this for…
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Pilgrims Walking – V
We are given, gifted, brave souls Such that the oft cowering are offscourings Bound for Gehenna’s rank mounds Temples of dirt and toxic mould Our head rounds should point to the sun Never down to the ground like a coward Let lion eyes beam out, let man be lionised Let Earth be wonderful, let us…
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Crust Punk Scene
Thinking back to my days as a crust punk It was cans everyday before I smoked skunk Looking back can’t imagine what she thought, mum I smoked, screamed, pierced myself and battered drums All my mates over all the time doing what they couldn’t At home, always people explored shadows they normally wouldn’t Around me,…
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When I was twenty
When I was twenty, plenty notions and mouthy Pouting when I’m scant potions Anything potable I’m mouthing Feeling shouty, my demons crawl out me A fiend freed is a fiend indeed Scouting for potential excitements I’m like Pharaoh in violence Ra’s scythe swung the trial ends Sobek drinks a red Nile You said yes but…
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Clubbing
Head spinning like a car ‘round bends I can’t feel like fifteen Nurofen On the door a mean old sort Take a skinny ass for sport My head goes back like a xenomorph Catapult neck then he hits the floor. I’ve had five E’s I’m trying to blink it out Got ID, pal? He tugs…
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Southside Childhood
When I was a kid, we used to jump into a bush We called it the bouncy bush, passing give a push To a pal I get eczema when I stress itches like thrush Skin blotches up one shade off ketchup I scrape away layers like Shliemann’s dynamite until the raw sheens The treasures of…