from Limerick Swing-

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


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