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I spend my days shaking hands
Forgetting names, recycling cans: a comedian

There’s trouble in our nation’s capitol
My blues are black, my belly’s full
A comedian is someone who tells jokes

It’s lunchtime fix a pal a drink

Yes. AIDS in Africa
And cancer back home
The Season of Giving is nigh
A war is on, Lady
Lady, a war is on
AIDS in Africa

Old-language whisper by the bonny banks

You ain’t gonna pin it on me
I don’t wanna hear your sermon
Can shave in three stokes
An spit like hypodermic
Can dance like the dickens
Ain’t a man alive I fear
You would not dare insult me
If Brother Jack was here

So you fell out of the nest
Pigeon feathers in your mouth
This considered Son Of Letters
Is taking you out
Our father who art in heaven
Made a circle around my brethren
A circle you did cross
Let me be more specific

On my way to you, old county
Hoping nothing's changed
That your pain is never-ending
That is, it's still the same
County Line
County Line
I left so far behind

I woke up in a bed
so I rang to be fed
From a dream to Tetley
I woke up in a war
Flynn as John Barrymore
The constant drama of body
You ask me “what the heck?”…
Crick in my neck

Acorn shells scattered
on yellow grass
beneath the shade of an old tree
Lay down your mystic basket
It is time to rest
The fourth day is not until tomorrow

Regenerate, Nous Dios

Your Uncle had an old saying:
"If you don't vote, than you can't complain"
Sizing up candidates first election day,
you thought: "I'm 18 and have no opinion either way"

You had a lot of friends but no peers
Could you imagine this could drag on four more years!
If one day you had more peers than friends,

You're not my dream girl.
You're not my reality girl.
You're my dreams come true girl.

All the troubles in my past.
That's just what they are.
And all the delusions that took host then past.
They've only made my immunity strong.

Winter in Pigtown, buckets of rain
I swept the asbestos into a pile again
In my small room without a window
I was grateful enough just to be alone
I don’t know what’s come over me…
The Full Moon or Infinity?

On my walk I found a watch in the snow

Friend of mine
let me show you
how the days in-between
have become so few

Friend of mine
united by dream
make me a part of you

Writer: Philip Parris Lynott (Thin Lizzy)

Up till now I used to pass my time
Drinking beer so slowly, sometimes wine
No God, air, water or sunshine
And honesty was my only excuse
I took your love and I used it

I dare not cough
Nor breathe deep
There’s been a pain in my chest for nearly a week
I want to be famous for falling in love
I went to the hospital
They put me in a bed
Because I always do
What my mother says

Cats hissing in the dark
turned-over garbage cans around the park
the dangling, brittle scab on your knee
Oh, you’re pretty cocksure, son
You’re like a Villonian singing nun
Pray you wash your hair out in a sink

Armed with a mandolin

I was born in a hospital that was very big and white
The hands of a male doctor pulled me into the light
My grandmother cut the umbilical cord
And I took my first breath in a maternity ward

They gave me food and shelter, they gave me clothes and things
I was allowed to go to school and I was encouraged to sing
I was healthy, I was a privileged soul

Love thine enemy
But hate their lack of sincerity
Love thine enemy
I found this quote in a book and I thought of you
So I walked me out like a moth in the morning dew
And a million cigarettes later the quote reappeared
Now nothing about my love could be called insincere
Love thine enemy

Mariah is aware
That most cabs won’t go down there
Brimming with desire
Mariah

Eager, burning tears
From thirty-thousand years
Welling up inside her

I’m looking forward to losing all my hair
I’m looking forward to looking backward
Multiple suns have always guided me
Multiple suns, to do my bidding
I recall my youth with Klock:
A bubbling boob of hate
Still, I fashioned not one crime
And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested

Our lives weave a pattern
A staff twined by adders
Our mouths, sore to chew
Now you’re eating for two
Yesterdays, wine and song
Are you very far along?
What’s the dream to the bed?
What’s the wreath to the Glorious Dead?

I offer you some wine
You say it’s not a mood
The cars on Shattuck Ave.
are quiet this afternoon
Waiting out rain with you
A pregnant pause that I do

It’s days like these that pass

Saturday, Saturday
While away
Staring off into the red
Moments outnumbering hairs on her head
She’s everything today
You’re everything today
Saturday

Subtraction, subtraction, subtraction
It’s my duty
It’s my duty and passion
If I could, even for a moment,
I would strip the hue out of my hair
And I’m not the kind
I’m not the kind to care
Step into the dead oak,

On a whim, we climbed in a car that was headed down south
You were older and I was hard-pressed for action… could you tell?
Do I Do…
You said, “Here, my dear”, at the Vanity Fair
“Let’s make hay while the Sun shines”
…but was it fair?

Old playthings are all laid to waste

The Word came first
In the Beginning, came the Word
Words can hurt
Let me speak the Living Word

Rolling thumbs; enough for the wise
Each desperate blockhead dares to write
A voice in the ditch

For Tourist Woman,
the itching is turning to fever
and then to form
For Tourist Woman,
insecurities are bunk-pollen for the swarm
And vice-versa,
the swarm, turning to fury,
captures a prisoner

Waking up to the breath of the shore
And feeling an aire I had never before
Windfall! Windfall!
Surrounding me!
Windfall! Windfall!
I ride on thee!

Flying through the amber clouds

In this spare room
we better see what we have and whom
An I.O.U. for the same thing
Only angels have wings, so they say

Here I stand, alive unto you
My fate's mercy seat
Sought blood to gulp and flesh to eat