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29 de enero de 2009
15 de junio de 2008
Salvanos, Grace
...She's skilled at the art of deception and she knows it...
...She's got dirty money that she plays with all the time...
...She'll bake you cookies then she'll burn your town...
...Call her a bully she'll blow up your whole damn playground...
...Then in the morning, don't be surprised if you're dead...
6 de junio de 2008
Synchronicity ii
Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
Can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we all know her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more than he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime at the
Bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red-light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
Every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny little boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
20 de marzo de 2008
Indifference
I don't mind if the government falls
Implements more futile laws
I don't care if the nation stalls
And I don't care at all
Implements more futile laws
I don't care if the nation stalls
And I don't care at all
15 de marzo de 2008
D-1 for St. Patrick's Day
(Far away) I'm sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey cause Im going far away (Far away)
Id like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane.
So buy me beer and whiskey cause Im going far away (Far away)
Id like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane.
7 de marzo de 2008
1 de marzo de 2008
Lowlands of Holland
BlogBis posted Brothers in arms video...
"...But my home is the lowlands..."
And reminded me of this tragic song
Couldn't find the Chieftains-Merchant version. Ne'er heard this one before. Like it a lot though.
Here it is.
"...But my home is the lowlands..."
And reminded me of this tragic song
Couldn't find the Chieftains-Merchant version. Ne'er heard this one before. Like it a lot though.
Here it is.
26 de octubre de 2007
6 de agosto de 2007
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