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
