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Bockity Town
04:08
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Bockity Town
There’s that crooked sign & the wirey poles
Bulgin walls and the road is all holes
You trip goin down main street that reeks of rotten meat
And the murky haze, brings you out in a rage
The squelch is in your boot, there’s one more broken shoot
Your key keeps getting jammed , no matter where you stand
The rain keeps hitting you, worn jeans n broken shoes
That trapse along wet ground of this old bockity town
Permed purple lady livin next door
With those chattery teeth and her powdered odour
She’s her ear to the ground, her minds lost
But she’s sound and weighs just twentythree pounds
In this old bockity town.
Old John he lives next door, eighty nine years or more
His smile is always sad, a quiet real proud dad
The heating still ain’t fixed, two years of dampness seeps
But he does not complain, trucks to the pub….it rains
His pint of black is flat, that guys a foreign cat
Slops it in any old way, he’s not being paid to care
Our customs slip away, another cold gray day
John says that he’s OK, life moves on anyway
But the rich cat who lives on night mountain street
With his mercedez benz and his wine club elite
He plays a handicap four will take your money and more
Talks the talk , knows the score in this
Bockity town
Pain appears in your head, it feels like molten lead
The chemist shop is closed, new tablets doc proposed
Your mind is racing fast, so much that you cant grasp
At night you lie awake , tap water, don’t taste great
That food it sure is bland, comes served in metal cans
Your numb your still confused todays society rules
But hey your still alive and when your ninety five
The party you will throw, everyones mind will blow
Puppeteers shadow pulls secret strings
Another big corpo grows golden wings
Dare don’t ask what’s going down ?
In this circus of clowns
More pills , money, false frowns
Bockity town….
Pain now is in your head, it feels like molten lead
The docs they pay them shit and one by one they quit
Eighty hour weeks or more , there’s queues at every door
Youre xray it is late , twelve tablets on your plate
To dampen your dulled mind, politicians kind
He really reveres you so well you don’t feel screwed
But then your neighbours fine , her audis new design
Is gleaming in the rain , she does not share your pain
Kids in Vancouver, havin a ball
Her credit cards stretched
Pays for them all
Is this dark social demise
Deathly blue purple skies
Or simply more fuckin lies
Bockity town.
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2. |
Getting Back
03:43
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Has the last steed bolted ?
The wild fish all gone?
Remember the bumble bee
The white wooper swan
Factory wooden graveyards
No sound to be heard
Deathly are the poisons infused at birth
Rusty needled carpet
There’s no life underneath
Wild fish cannot breed in a stream that ain’t sweet
Ten thousand years ago, the ice melted and flowed
Native creatures they just flourished,
There was no need to pour
Cancer givin toxins (in)to the water and soil
The alchemist is thrivin he’s got new drugs on the boil
To cure or to kill you, is that how it goes
They don’t want you goin back to where the wild water flows
Roadsign’s rusted, twisted , we are lost
Light-bill pays the corporations costs
State puppeteer decides it
State servants takes a hidin
Getting back is the only way
Does the water that we’re drinkin truly cleanse ’n refresh?
The see-thru plastic carrot, a health benefit
Does it grow in rich dark soil or
In the back of a van
Colour, sprayed, injected by the corporation man
An industry worth billions , sold to you and me
Brilliant marketeering, its eco and its green
Cancer stats are climbing, the answer can’t be clear
They’ve camouflaged their poisons in the
Water, soil and air
Roadsigns faded now no one can read
Empty twisted truths we still believe
The net dictates directions
With major imperfections
Getting back…the pathway to appease,
Getting back… Getting back…
The church seats now are empty
The priest he stands alone
The mystery and the magic of his message is long gone
Purity , divinity, those words that make you puke
Are floating down red rivers, coz no one gives a hoot.
The Benedictine monk, whispers mantras in your ear
Get the fuck back now or learn to live with fear.
Hatred , insecurity, poisoned cups of tea
The madmans taken over our entire family.
Roadmaps faded now, can’t disagree
The long and winding roads one endless plea
Your kids do they deserve it
Their ancestors they served it
Getting back, beggars our belief
Does the water you are drinkin really cleanse and refresh?
Is the vacuumed plastic carrot, a health benefit
Does it grow in rich dark soil or
In the back of a van
Colour, sprayed, injected by the corporation man
An industry worth billions , sold to you and me
The marketing is perfect, its eco and its green
Cancer stats are rising, the answer isn’t clear
They camouflage their poisons in the
Water, soil and air
Roadsigns jaded now we cannot read
Subtle twisted truths we still believe
The net gives all directions
With major imperfections
Getting back , Help us if you please.
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3. |
Mycelia
05:19
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Mycelia Silent so serene
Underworld
Killer queen
White veins stretch through black earth night
Oakwoods ancient your delight
Another secret man dont know
Ploughing Ripping Row by Row
Straight line fools, planting seeds
Wooded graveyards , Killing fields
Rubber, Steely engine , plough
Its noise , its stench
It beats your brows
Fragile branch-ed network pure
Signalling the source , the cause , the cure
Blind ignorance of man pervades
Self inflicted , pity , rage
Anger deep frustrations rise
Killer - Viral - War - Bombs… droplets dive
Into the threaded nerves of HE n SHE
Deny point blank, refuse to see
Dark wombed kingdom underneath
Pulsing secrets, souccor, sweet
Mycelia down ages lies
Await mans ignorance demise
Mushroomed hints remain disguised, spores of magic
Spiraled eyes,
Purple yellow multi-coloured painted skies
The PRINCE showers RAIN, in darts it flies
Flooding down a trillion earthen rivulets
Into the bellies of a pregnant earth
The whale song glides, stars collide, a barn owl growls as full moons shine
The howling wolves no fear, no fright,
Mycelia threads thru the lower flights…
Of Dantes seven secret septic scary hells
She knows not fire, fear or spells
What man.. what woman.. way back when
Searching truths , imagining
The mercury pipe - its freezing thin
9 billion corpses all fusing
Four Five Zero million years are gone
The dungeons of the world their thronged
Yet you creep , you seep, your fantastic web
Regenerating hard rock granite beds,
No man can conquer, can’t perceive the power of
Your filament , your weave
Birthing new worlds underneath
Homeless kid found that so neat
She should have learned of this in school
Not war dates, falsehoods, twisted rules
But Mycelia your day will come
Your kingdom reign when we’re long gone
New generations, new respect
Life giver , taker MY CORR HIZA
Once darkness shifts and turns to light
And earthlings celebrate your might
Mycelia you’ve conquered then
A new beginning , new dawning
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4. |
Oh Yew
04:18
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Oh you, oh yew,
At Tara they knew , of your evergreen branches
Gentle breeze dances.
How often our ancestors watched as you shook
As our land thirsty neighbours
Swung axe and bill hook, hacking your greatness
Tearing your limbs, razed to the ground
On the mighty king’s whims
A deep disrespect for your root and your bough, for your grandeur ,
Your magic , your medicine,
How… proud were the axe-men,
Loud were their cheers
As your evergreen screams, simply fell on deaf ears
Oh yew , Oh yew.
Dark penal days, landscape erazed,
Bow arrowed enemies, blood flowed incessantly
Funery wreaths, Yew coffins filled
Deep red wood sealed remains,
Angered mans warring games.
Green shadows cast, a thousand years past
Milk, butter fine it sealed, each tiny pore congealed
You played at both games, giving life….
Taking…a perfect chameleon,
On both sides you really shone.
Oh Yew Oh Yew…music solo
Half a millennia in your deep dark grave
You simply lay dormant, the laws to obey
The hunter the gatherer, wives kitchen maids,
Your magic denied them in earth coffins stayed,
Secrets of ecstasy, cures for weak limbs
Feminine cycles, YEW were tuned in.
Your buttermilk jug, the druids were clear
Their camouflaged secrets kept 9 hundred years.
oh yew oh yewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Oh yew, oh yew, at Tara they knew
Of your lofty crown shyness
Your bitter sweet kindness,
Our Brehon law makers they
Set it in stone : Man lay way your blood axe
Let Yew alone…..
Oh Yew… Oh Yew…..
OH WE OWE YOU……
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Declan O'Mahony Cork, Ireland
I have been on the art trail since my first guitar lessons in primary school and my introduction to school stage-set- painting, at the tender age of 9. At 12 three of my school mates & I,formed a Boys Band. Two acoustics, four part harmonies and floral round collared matching 70's shirts. From Cork to New York to Berlin, decades restlessly creating & crafting with paint, poetry, film, music. Olé. ... more
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