Love me or hate me, I still exist… You’d do better to do neither, Until you see through the mist, Society Blinding, Happiness Fleeting.
What I know is no one’s business, What you want to know is yours, What do you want to talk about? Do you just want me to open a few… The world is lunacy, and you canno…
To be tough enough not to trust, Is to live enough to know its a mu… Its a place each of us is pushed, Some dance to it, some swim, some… There is no rock in this ocean so…
Do I apologise for being me? Or surf the raging sea. What dignity if I said I was a fo… When the world has that tool. What makes a man strong,
Its been hot, these last two days, But I’m torn in two, My heart skewered, Split in two, In a silly, silly love,
I am one and many things, Some like many others, are good an… Some I would prefer not to name, So many, I could not be framed, And yet all try and box me,
You think I can rise above the ha… And have my soul laid bare, The world turns on hatred, Most don’t even care, You think I can rise above the ha…
With Church and Bank in hates way… Both in Ireland, One is decay, Maybe Yeats words will melt away, Maybe we will dance once again, Merry, healthy, cheerful men,
I want to write a melody for every… For all that they have given me, a… Their beauty and their elegance, t… For every woman who ever walked an… I sit here and ponder is this the…
Tormented or in Love, Satisfied or Harassed, Eyes open or looking at the past, Because good things seldom last, We are human shaped and molded,
I hear the music calling, It’s calling out my name, I cannot live inside it, Inside it I cannot remain, For those are not my lyrics,
Let all that I should, must and C… Disappear into who I am, For if I must remember, What I should, must and can do, I might lose my one and only fan,
Within the boundaries of this time… My thoughts internal, people judge… Apples and oranges, thoughts seldo… Yet i remain there, The langman listens to the air,
It flows through the center, That Colligan river, And as we plunder, work and hustle… The women that grind, work and whi… That river meanders and fertilises…
Sky so blue, sun so true, Clouds obscure, the light, the doo… Sitting here blue, thinking of you… And what can I do, Demons, God, and old Nick,