You and me,we gonna take a Li'l trip down to Jamaica Have oursel' a little breaka Bacardi rum,peppered steaka Give the thirst a good ol' slakea Swim blue lagoons,dive in lakesa Chew some weed,eat some cakea Watch the day go all opaquea Sometimes asleep,sometime awakea These reggae boys aint no quakers A ceilidhe band of rasta shakers Will play all night for Finnegan's wakea Partay right through without a breaka It's heaven here an' no mistakea Where the buccaneer,Francis Drakea Big him up,like arab sheika It sets our hearts all to achea So soon these dreams we must forsakea Hello New York,goodbye, goodbye Jamaica.
Monthly Archives: October 2014
Rasta Man.
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Beatrice
Every palace,every jewelWill shrink and pale away
Those flee that are cruel
Those innocent, shall stay. Conversation hush and falter
Each glance become a gaze
All drawn to your altar
Held there, rapt, amazed. Rich men and haughty princes
Will scowl and curse the day
They saw,but could not possess you Could not spirit you away. To some secret ivory tower Where their dominion might hold sway Steal strange solace from your power
Which few artists can portray Perhaps a Mozart or Beethoven
Might create a symphony
And there,by grace, imprison
Your elusive quality. How then,to possess you
To get to enter in?
Pass some secret test to
Attain you, without sin?. She lies there, between the pages
Where any fool can look,
Lies hidden there,through ages A sleeping princess, in a book. When once from lips so tender
You taste her first sweet kiss
You shall be in thrall forever
To imagination’s bliss.
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No country for young men.
Scourge. (To the tune, Brennan on the Moor)
throne room Byzantium
A fleeting hush informs you
As you enter at the door
That you’ve been sussed,religiously
At the speed of light,or more
And every mother’s son of them
Thinks he knows the score
And you could be getting what you came for
That,and a whole lot more.
chorus
Head her up for the border lads
The girls are mighty fine
Their easy laugh so natural
Good and genuine
And their spirits are untainted
By false piety of mind
So you can stick all that scripture
Up where the sun don’t shine.
And there was me just lookin’
For a girl,white ,black or brown
Always liked the redheads
With that wee inward frown
But a chill, too familiar
Tells me all I need to know
T’is no place for a questing heart
You may take your brogue and go.
Head her up for the border boys
Life’s too short to waste your time
To bother to allay the fears
That warp a planter’s mind
They will steal your grapes and crush them
Then sell you back the wine
It’s a cold,bitter climate
North of the borderline.
Even if a lad should pull
Across that great divide
What appears on the cover
Ain’t the story inside
Coco and Dior
Can no disguise provide
If one is not living honestly
Admit it; One has died.
Head her up for the border lads
There’s a busload up from Clare
When god created women
He left the best ones there
And when we get to talkin’
Let’s all head on way out wesht
We’ll not stop till we hit Galway
And our Byzantine soul’s refreshed. Yo!
amelia earhart
throne room Byzantium
A fleeting hush informs you
As you enter at the door
That you’ve been sussed,religiously
At the speed of light,or more
And every mother’s son of them
Thinks he knows the score
And you could be getting what you came for
That,and a whole lot more.
chorus
Head her up for the border lads
The girls are mighty fine
Their easy laugh so natural
Good and genuine
And their spirits are untainted
By false piety of mind
So you can stick all that scripture
Up where the sun don’t shine.
And there was me just lookin’
For a girl,white ,black or brown
Always liked the redheads
With that wee inward frown
But a chill, too familiar
Tells me all I need to know
T’is no place for a questing heart
You may take your brogue and go.
Head her up for the border boys
Life’s too short to waste your time
To bother to allay the fears
That warp a planter’s mind
They will steal your grapes and crush them
Then sell you back the wine
It’s a cold,bitter climate
North of the borderline.
Even if a lad should pull
Across that great divide
What appears on the cover
Ain’t the story inside
Coco and Dior
Can no disguise provide
If one is not living honestly
Admit it; One has died.
Head her up for the border lads
There’s a busload up from Clare
When god created women
He left the best ones there
And when we get to talkin’
Let’s all head on way out wesht
We’ll not stop till we hit Galway
And our Byzantine soul’s refreshed. Yo!
amelia earhart
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Manhattan High Line
Walkin' yo' high line, Manhattan Big ideas in mind Likin' you Manhattan You harsh but you kind. Look, and admire me Treasure my stay I'm strollin',stridin',steppin' We be sharing these days. Manhattan,you gotta love me You needs what I got You gonna pay for the gettin' And, I got the lot. But I know you be fickle You betray me one day No kiddin' the Irish We who builded Broadway I be puttin' it out there ,Manhattan No foolin' around There is gonna be sad streets When I shake off this town Up on your high line Love runs both ways Your sidewalks be callin' Stay,Sophie,stay. So come across, Manhattan I dare you,let me down Give it up, your treasure Call yourself a town? Stroll with me,hand in hand In love, down avenues Down by the Village Or by Maya Angelou's. But hear me,Manhattan I be passin' through Tho' high on your high line And in love with you. Know walkin' this high line Is given only to few A gift,old Manhattan From this Sophie to you. Yeah,one day,Manhattan You gonna be blue Without me on your highline You swearin' you true I won't be there, to hear you Forlorn, you will cry Bitter yo' tears Heavy yo' sigh. You be lonely, Manhattan, No more you and I Oh so lonely,Manhattan, No more you and I.
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beatriceanddante 