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There's danger near Falklands 1982

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There's danger near Falklands 1982

 

Stop! Stop!

There’s danger near.

Maybe right here.

A careful bending 

of the knee.

 

Maybe a hundred bodies.

Maybe more

All along that

Bloody shore

From a distance looking 

Like potato sacks.

 

Helmets, FN rifles,

Machine guns,

Helmets and packs

Anything to lighten

The load upon that bloody road.

 

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The Crossroads

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When your lost on a path down the darkest of highways

When you don’t have a light to lead down the byways

When the roads all converge on the charcoal tunnels

And the skyways take you to the dark smoking funnels

 

When you look in the mirror and the bogey man stares back

When you formulate peace into your plan of attack

But looking around shows you only the corners

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The Liars Smile.

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The Liars Smile

 

I sat and held your hand

A thousand times again.

Sometimes we heard 

The strumming of a band.

And I sat and held your hand.

We swapped smiles that

I couldn’t understand.

 

As you laid in that

Hospital bed.

I often felt forlorn

There’s a smashing

In my head. Sat in silence.

Just feeling like violence.

 

I slipped away

To the pa...

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The Anti Shanty

Take yer shanties and shove em 2016 Or the Anti Shanty.

 

Take yer shanties and shove em.

Take yer white foam flying.

Take yer fair winds blowing.

Take yer furrows following fucking freely.

And shove em.

 

Yer songs about masts and sails

and rolling, rollicking singing and fun in gail’s.

Phoney fallacious frigging fantasy folklore.

Unreal figures dancing and pranci...

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Books

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The Bookshop

 

Walking on squeaky floorboards

Occupying space

Previously walked

At a nurtured pace.

 

How much time

Have people taken

To scan the walls

And see the books?

 

The smell of written beauty

In a time of pixels

Smell the pages

Of history.

 

Looking through

Piles of literary minds

Looking for that goldmine.

That transports and en...

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Days Defined

When you have cancer

 

When you have cancer

The world becomes smaller.

The world becomes hospitals.

Chemicals and Nabilone.

Hope and dreams to confess.

             Free for you from the NHS.

So the world is smaller

Yet its also bigger.

Because the fight that you make

Is the same all over the world.

Unless its America.

Dollars mean care.

We get it for free...

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Pub 2019

 

Walked from the emptiness

of a grey cold flat

onto grey cold streets

made greyer by the seeping

misery of rain

that isn’t quite rain.

Walked the dank streets of oblivion

to a bar, the bar.

There’s the smiling faces.

Josh like a son

smiles and big brain

Big Mike with

gentlest smile on earth.

Dylan walking his own path

spreading happiness.

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The Old/New Estate

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The Estate

 

Kids with kids in

Second hand push chairs

Walking line ahead

Lad at the front

Mother and baby

To the back

Followers.

Its how its done

When your hard enough.

 

Burberry caps and Adidas tracksuits

Nike sneakers cheap knock offs.

Big earrings gold in colour.

Make up layered upon layer.

Stoned. Started at lunch times

On the school field

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Hellhounds on my trail

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Stumbling through rows

Upon rows….

Of headless flowers.

Wandering wildly

At the assassination

Of such beauty.

 

Someone told me at school

There was a heaven

And a headman whose name

Was god.

They told me of gates above

And endless caress of love.

 

And another place of fire

That waited for me if

I strayed from paths so dire.

But I never believed f...

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Inheritance 1996 New Zealand

 

Granny

Grateful widow

Granddad

Misogynist with

Drink and fists

Uncle George

Uncle Ernie

Uncle Fred

Coldstream guardsmen

Aunty Frieda hard working mam

Aunty Jenny shop boss

My dad Dave

Uncle Tommy

In the shipyards

Mum a seamstress

Till I appeared 

Ernie war hero

George boxing hero

Fred docking hero

Dad my ...

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What was tonight?

Whiskey and water.

Beer,

Arguments surreptitiously

Heard.

“My husbands a cunt.

But I stay with him.

He fucked the next door neighbour!

I told that bitch and she left.”

Cigarette passes between lips.

Smoke inhaled.

Scared of the night.

Afraid to leave, 

Afraid to stay.

Lost in a miasma

Of friendship love and fear.

Strangers awash in ...

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Blues for David.

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Blues for David

 

Woke up this morning

I was feeling blue

Looked to my left

Couldn’t see you

Looked to my right

Thats when I knew

Oh my best buddy

Buddy where are you.

 

I have a million dollars,

And ten tons of gold

That I kept in a locker.

For when us two get old.

But its worth nothing now

Because we’re torn apart

And I know I can’t spend 

I ...

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Slice of heaven 1988

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Slice of Heaven 1988

 

In a slice of Eastern heaven

in nineteen eighty seven.

I sat on twenty million dollars,

worth of paint

 

From on the Island.

Kowloon, Hong Kong.

Where poor people 

see rich people stroll along.

 

My mate the bosun

Ng and I were close uns 

We rolled together

In all the weather

 

Shipmates through and through.

I’m the offic...

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Homage to Shane Macgowan

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Homage to Shane Macgowan

 

I saw a pot of gold

Sitting slumped by the road

He was beautiful and broken.

And shone with alabaster

Broken teeth and shame.

His words were gold.

 

He was rotting

In his prison

But still glowed 

With all thats great

Of the greatest of hungers.

 

He was Behan

He was Mangan

He was unshaven.

He flowed with a love

Tha...

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Thank you

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Thank You.

 

Waiting for something half as small

As something standing half as tall

As wind blows to make it fall

How can we tell when we hear the call

We’re the last that stand at the freshers ball

So don’t call me jack, cause I’ll make that call. 

 

Lets become humanities gorillas 

Gorillas of humanity.

Going round kicking ass

With random acts of kindliness.

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Oh America

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Oh America

 

Sometimes I want

To give you lot

A collective thump

This time ‘cause of

….I can’t even be arsed to say his name.

 

Oh America

Your doing it again

Inflicting on the world

That special pain

Yet again.

 

Oh America

Land of the free

And columbine

I’m so bloody pleased

Your not mine.

 

Oh America

You gave us Ginsberg

We lear...

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Blues for David.

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I wrote this as a song, when I could strum a bit, arthritis in my fingers has ended that. My cousins son who has a masters in music played the harp and sang. Then he mixed it at his uni studio. Its fitting this was the last I played. Some know I lost my beautiful son to a rare bone cancer five years ago now. 

Blues for David

 

Woke up this morning

I was feeling blue

Looked to my lef...

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Breathe

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Inspire to Ignite

 

Breathe 123

Inspire to Ignite

Begin the fight

Reverse the flight

With 

Compassion and fields

Of glorious inclusion

Breathe 123

Freeing for me 

The lost past

And ofttimes 

Pain

Ignited inspiration

To fight the negation

Of damaged limitless

Life loves

Flying high

Doves

Breathe 123

Of mental rebirth

chaotic syn...

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Bury me at sea

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I’m sad Mr Fate is June 2017

 

I’m sad, Mr Fate is

No longer my mate

The back of my head

Sees red mist 

And a wall

With a picture 

Screaming in its

Asylum

Grey fat 

Splat

Drips and slides

Wars late

Homicide

Hallucination

Suicide.

Impulse is fun

But to be

Avoided. 

9mm is all it needed,

Short stretch of

Pressure.

War trophy from h...

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Heroin

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Stories to tell. Early 1980

 

Cathy was my friend.

I was twenty.

Cathy was twenty three.

she worked 

at British Home Stores.

On the counter

where lipstick

and smells jostled.

Colours for the nose.

Candy for the eye.

 

She was pretty.

Very pretty.

 

We’d meet in 

The pub.

“The Cheese”.

We’d drink. 

We’d get stoned.

And go and 

have s...

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Sorry love.

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Sorry Love.

 

The band was shit!

Its name disappeared.

Gone from the bottom

of drink soaked memory.

 

I held a pint

mixed.

Half bitter half mild.

I remember that.

 

We stood at the back

I wore black

Flares on legs

And sand shoes.

 

You stood

Arm around me

Around slim waist.

Meaning something.

 

I stared into

A far off place.

F...

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Vomit city

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Vomit City

 

I was stumbling home

the rain had turned to hail.

Ahead staggered a woman

Spewing in the gutter

Looking very pail.

So I lifted her from

The sodden ground

and said I’d walk her home.

She pointed out and mumbled

And off we went on her trail.

We came to a dark door

Behind was sounds of cheer

She asked me in

“Come and have a beer”.

The house...

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Amsterdam

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Amsterdam.

 

In late Nineteen eighty two

i was feeling very frail.

And on this occasion

went a bit off the rails.

 

Not really knowing

Who I am

I took myself off

To Amsterdam.

 

There I met a mate

Who was a little bit gone

Always called himself

by the name of Mad John.

 

He set me up there

with a nice little number.

Something to do,

A nic...

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I could write about

A million tomorrows

All those tomorrows

Writing about yesterday.

 

When tomorrow

Turns to life

Yesterday is only strife

Times to remember.

 

I fall on times

That felt good

Times that were good

But only yesterdays.

 

Today turns and

Only sees with blind eyes,

Only yesterday When the time

 has come to pay.

 

I’ve loved f...

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Relection

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Undo the knot

Release the bindings

Free my mind

Drink my beer

 

Hold my hand

Walk my road

Take my mind

Inhale my fear

 

Kiss my heart

Lick my arse

Be unkind

Blind eyes clear

 

Throw down hate

Kill my face

Reflect mankind

Wash in tears

 

Fly higher

Live underground

Roots unbind

Kill all thats queer

 

Feel my death

Love yo...

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Lost Love I miss You My Glasgow Girl

How could I tell

 

We looked at the fear

And asked its name.

But how could you bloody tell

When alls on to hell.

 

I looked out the window

And it looked back

All my belongings in a sack

I really couldn’t tell

 

A hessian bag filled with shit

I marched to the pipes

And lost her name

I knew it wasn’t quite a game

 

But how could I fucking tell

We...

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What was but never was

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David had taken his A's and got straight A's in Maths, Higher Maths, Chemistry, Physics and Biology, he was studying to take early entry exams for Oxford University. Where he wanted to study Medical Research as first choice.

 

I wanted to drive you

To great halls in Oxford

I wanted to see your

Rundown wee house

That you studied in.

 

I wanted to see

The posters you’...

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Ive got a one way ticket

To the hell fire

Chains on my throat

Like a neck tie

The hell hounds

Hot on my trail

But I’ll tell you now

I don’t mind dying

Who can I love

Who can I love

I went to the crossroads

And it all turned to fire

It smelt much like my funeral pyre

I buried that box of tricks right there

Because who can I love

Tell me who can...

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When I dance in my minds eye with angels.
And fear being deserted and alone.
I saw the old woman in the church yard 
saying another goodbye at the same stone
painting another farewell scene of ancient love.
And I don’t fear that which lies beneath the grass
deep in soil and farewell clothes 
and trinkets of memories sent on a journey
of hopeless hopes and boundless groundless
prayers for ...

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Hellhounds on my trail

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What was but never was

 

David had taken his A's and got straight A's in Maths, Higher Maths, Chemistry, Physics and Biology, he was studying to take early entry exams for Oxford University. Where he wanted to study Medical Research as first choice.

 

I wanted to drive you

To great halls in Oxford

I wanted to see your

Rundown wee house

That you studied in.

 

I wanted ...

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Awkward Love

 

Our relationships been rocky lately.

I’m doing my best to put food on the plate

But sometimes I know its not that great.

I’m getting fed up with the way you punish me

especially when you don’t get your own way.

You won’t even sit with me after our tea!

 

Also when you eat 

I shouldn’t have to wipe the table down 

every bloody time.

Its beginning t...

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24 hours of love.

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I was in Vancouver, drinking and dancing to the rock band, It also doubled as a strip club I was dancing with a native Ameriacan Indian, as we danced a fist came out of nowhere and side cocked the girl I was with, she went flying accross the dancefloor and hit the ground, My arm was grabbed by another girl, who'd thrown the punch and she just said "your with me now" and dragged me over to her tabl...

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Make Mine A Double

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Make Mine a Double

 

Make mine a double,

Then make mine another double

It never means trouble

So make mine a double

 

Jamesons flowing straight

Jamesons into the night

So make mine a double

And keep your water.

 

Feet change direction 

Head takes reflection

Eyes begin to see blood

So make mine a double.

 

The toilet gets further away

The body b...

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Baroque Barque

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I saw a barque

And it was painted in Rome

Where it called home

What a lark a baroque barque

The baroque barque was made 

from trees stripped stark of covering bark

And as the shipwrights stripped

They made great wooden attack

To the haunting tunes of Sebastian Bach

What a lark to make a baroque barque 

stripped of bark listening to Bach

A lofty matter when composin...

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Leaves End Leaving

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Leaves end leaving.

 

My leaves up.

My backs up.

Back to the boys

Who I don’t know.

But I’ll find them.

And I’ll learn

to love em.

Each and every one.

 

Bond in adversity.

We staggered 

through the pain

Lost in love

Twirling in the rain.

With a whiskey

And a rum

We’ll start it all again.

 

Its time to don

The uniform

Time to become 

...

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Falklands 1982

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Check the bolt

 

Check the bolt

For action

Hands slip and slide

Mud and sweat

Sweat and mud

“Alright mate”

“Aye”

“Alright mate”

“Aye”

“We’ll be alright”

“Aye”

Said a thousand times 

a thousand times

“Alright mate”

“Aye”

Check the bayonet

Check the bolt

Check the mag.

Fucking hands

Shake

And sweat

Fucking hands

Shake

“Alrigh...

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Consciousness

If you can

Give up anything.

Without regret.

Don’t fret.

Your on the way

To the place to stay

Were consciousness is everything.

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Chile

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I went to Pinochets Chile. He was a murderer, its history now and Pinochets dead, He was good friend of Thatcher which should say it all. He led the coup that financed and supported by the CIA killed Allende and killed a dream. Victor Jara... google him. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V%C3%ADctor_Jara

I hated Pinochet, he "dissapeared" people.He governed with terror, and the Santiago stadium...

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Cunt.

Cunt

 

I met a cunt.

How do I know 

I met a cunt

Because thats the

Word came into me head

Cunt. 

She was an

Existentialist cunt

Cause she’ll 

Always be one.

I could tell you her name

But I think you can guess

But it is cunt 

Starting with C.

So I’l stick with cunt.

She’s got the sociopathic

Front

Of a massive cunt

Its also probably where 

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Pomposity and the Holy See.

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Papal Love.

The pope was here.
Sorry children.
He’ll die soon and ascend to his heaven.
But you're hell…
will last forever.
And…
You don’t need to say sorry.
You can’t say sorry.
You will say sorry.
Will you say sorry?
Will you say sorry… is there a heaven?
“Suffer the little children”?
Oh yes!
Because we are the power and the glory and we live in Rome.

Irish graveyards.

Afri...

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Sunflowers

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Sun Flowers are freedom

 

Sunflowers have been established by various cultures to represent faith, loyalty, adoration, strength, cheerfulness, and warmth. Their yellow color, also the designated color of sarcoma, represents vitality, happiness, and friendship. While there is no question of the devastating effects of sarcoma, many patients, survivors, and families are able to find l...

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tears

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Tears

 

Falling down assisted by

9.2 meters per second.

Tears heading downward cried.

Spots on the face beckon.

Falling feathers for the face.

 

Salted rivulets embrace

Nooks and crannies of the face.

Cascading at a steady pace

Familiar to the human race.

Tears born in scary place.

 

Is there anyone who never cried

Oops I just espied

over there they ...

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The holy pipes of Dublin

Dublin

 

I took a trip to the wildest place

Where no one could deceive me.

 

It was a place nearer hell

I knew you wouldn’t believe me.

 

The walls were bare wood dull

They felt they could make me free.

 

So I sold my soul with greatest ease

So I should never have to see.

 

The beer flowed and bubbled

Making us temporary see.

 

And we danced once ...

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Mental Health

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The destruction of inner space

 



The destruction of inner space

Slowly mashed and bashed

Self cauterised attempt failed

Directionless can’t face away

Relentless can’t not hear

Pissed worse don’t drink beer

Whirling mess of mindless fear

Thoughts are lonely fragments

Hope isolated remnants

Longed for death not achieved

Lack of intent or illness

 

Voice...

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Standing Still Stoned

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Standing Still Stoned

 

Standing still

In the rain.

I’m waiting for

Someone.

Someone to come

Save me.

I’ve smoked too much.

Stoned view of world.

Distorted extended

Feel apprehended.

Someone shuffles by

Looks at me

Then looks at his feet!

“Oh no I’ve done too much”

Or maybe not enough.

Thats me in the shadow.

From the neon light.

“Kebabs piz...

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Everyone has a story

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Stories to tell. Early 1980

 

Cathy was my friend.

I was twenty.

Cathy was twenty three.

she worked 

at British Home Stores.

On the counter

where lipstick

and smells jostled.

Colours for the nose.

Candy for the eye.

 

She was pretty.

Very pretty.

 

We’d meet in 

The pub.

“The Cheese”.

We’d drink. 

We’d get stoned.

And go and 

have s...

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Homage to Shane Macgowan

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Homage to Shane Macgowan

 

I saw a pot of gold

Sitting slumped by the road

He was beautiful and broken.

And shone with alabaster

Broken teeth and shame.

His words were gold.

 

He was rotting

In his prison

But still glowed 

With all thats great

Of the greatest of hungers.

 

He was Behan

He was Mangan

He was unshaven.

He flowed with a love

Tha...

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Your reflection on ice!

Undo the knot

Release the bindings

Free my mind

Drink my beer

 

Hold my hand

Walk my road

Take my mind

Inhale my fear

 

Kiss my heart

Lick my arse

Be unkind

Blind eyes clear

 

Throw down hate

Kill my face

Reflect mankind

Wash in tears

 

Fly higher

Live underground

Roots unbind

Kill all thats queer

 

Feel my death

Love yo...

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Kill Them All

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The middle men.

 

Kill them all

Said the man 

who sent

The man with

The vest

 

Kill them all

Said the man

Who ordered

The man

Who drives

The drone

 

Kill them all

Said the Sheik

To the pilot

Who hit

The tower

 

Kill them all

Said the man

To the pilot

Who commands

The B52 overhead

 

Kill them all 

Said the man

Wh...

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Hung by a thread

 

Hung by a thread

 

When you hang by a thread

It can turn into rope

Thats what you get

When you have no hope.

It could be tablets.

It could be a knife.

Either way

Its only a life.

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