bobby

Pulmonaria

Tá mé sainth

Tá mé righth

Still...

            the postillion is struck

Tá grá álainn i mo chroí duit

And the story bout alan

involving the axe

  let´s not

Arwen, most beautiful - sleep with me

Faethe, fairy friend - stand by my side

Kerye, dark eyes - tell me all the mysterys

            tha longest nite, tha nite tha neer ends, it´ll beenough

Waking up on the highway, diamonds above

the sound of thunder in the distance

a lost dog licking in the face   stroking

Mac Oc, näckens broder

Mac Napp talking tunes of rythm

            wheel you be there

                        when I´m gone

Living my life in the forest of the fir Bolgs the broken hearts singing

drummers drumming the leep san shou of the katmandu trapping the mac

hoping one day to come through, get a lap sang in the pillow

Yer lock has changed

                                                What were you saying?

The jester sang for the king and queen

with the voice he borrowed from James Dean

                        jester lester come on fester

Dia duit ar maidin!

                                    Swear the new

                                    coming of the                          

                                    - play sun!

I do not pretend to equate my knowledge

            it´s a matter of litterature

                        few can read, nobody can write

Och!

Livingstone.

Right there,

it´s a mess

Plantes aux hurmes vos picons

De paour des bisans si tres durs

Et aussi d'estre sur les joncs

Enmahes en coffres en gros murs

But his delight is in the law of the LORD; 

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and in his law doth he meditate day and night. 

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But his delight is in the law of the Lord; 

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and in his law doth he meditate day and night. 

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Mar chraoibh is amhluidh bithidh e 'n cois

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aimhne fàs a ta,

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A bheir 'n a h-aimsir toradh trom,

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gun duilleach chall no blàth.
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Soirbhichidh leis gach ni d'an dean:

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(the gaelic text: And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.)

All mighty God, all mighty God I cheerish thee all mighty

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when everyone abandons me I cheerish thee all mighty

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Freedom is your name

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I will cheerish thee, O Lord

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O, kingdom of heaven

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Mother of the child

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O, kingdom of heaven

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Mother of the child

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Every river has its flow

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Every ocean has its shore

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O, Love love love, o, love

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My dear, to find what´s long forgotten...

Waves of same and life at hand:

but changing shores of Neverland

Rest and calm in cheerfull storms

O, ocean in its purest form

A shadow crab on sand performing

a sunlit act in early morning

"Forgettness me, forgettnes you..."

forever play the Great is true

In water stand you near the shore:

feet well buried like before

Tip of tounge can reach the dry

But body stuck and try and try

O, born in water heart needs land

the everlasting change of Neverland

Wheresoever I might should´ve lived

Still I would have been laying here

listening to music

and felt that you were near

Every person vibrates in a sertain speed. Like tones in a musicpiece. I vibrate in a quite high speed. It´s of cource all a relative thing - compared to all people I´ve met so far. I see a pattern. People vibrating in a very slow speed sleps a lot. I think that you have, like me, a high speed vibration. Maybe higher than me, that´s possible. I can have a full time job, and studie in the weekends plus write poetry and do meditation and tai chi and so on and so forth. I´m fast. I have a feeling you are too. I think it is good that people of same vibrations meet and talk and develop. 

My head´s filled with art 

and my body´s filled with litterature