The Eclectic Revue
Wednesday, 2 May 2012
Down The Road
Jumping over fences
When we were cool
Telling stories
When we sat on barstools
We're down the road
Running out our time
We're dodging bad spirits
Cos we know the signs
We're hanging out with the kids
Who'll step to the line
We're down the road
Running out our time
Now I know you were never one
To play the fool
Your love was far too deep
You were broke as a rule
And now we're down the road
Running out our time.
Liam Ó Beagáin
02-May-2012
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
The Vulture Blues
I woke up this morning
With a bunch of eggs in my bed
I said I woke up this morning
With a bunch of eggs in my bed
I turned to my lover and said,
"Is this your nest? You know it used to be my bed!"
It's easy to crawl
When you've forgotten how to walk
I said it's easy to crawl
When you've forgotten how to walk
I got people standing over me
Saying "Quote us something from Jack and the Beanstalk"
I'm hidden, ready and waiting
For hard times are bound to come
I said I'm hidden, ready and waiting
For hard times are bound to come
Just shake hands with your friendly banker
He knows death is just a friend to some
I got a criminal injection
They've stitched me up with a needle and thread
I said I got a criminal injection
They've stitched me up with a needled and thread
It's strange how I'm feeling
I could even steal a loaf of bread
Standing on this mountain
There's nothing I can't see
I said standing on this mountain
There's nothing I can't see
But five bucks only gets you ten minutes
I think the river is beginning to bleed.
Liam Ó Beagáin
22-Apr-12
I woke up this morning
With a bunch of eggs in my bed
I said I woke up this morning
With a bunch of eggs in my bed
I turned to my lover and said,
"Is this your nest? You know it used to be my bed!"
It's easy to crawl
When you've forgotten how to walk
I said it's easy to crawl
When you've forgotten how to walk
I got people standing over me
Saying "Quote us something from Jack and the Beanstalk"
I'm hidden, ready and waiting
For hard times are bound to come
I said I'm hidden, ready and waiting
For hard times are bound to come
Just shake hands with your friendly banker
He knows death is just a friend to some
I got a criminal injection
They've stitched me up with a needle and thread
I said I got a criminal injection
They've stitched me up with a needled and thread
It's strange how I'm feeling
I could even steal a loaf of bread
Standing on this mountain
There's nothing I can't see
I said standing on this mountain
There's nothing I can't see
But five bucks only gets you ten minutes
I think the river is beginning to bleed.
Liam Ó Beagáin
22-Apr-12
Summer Songs
So we're packing up
Singing Summer songs
Going on the road again
To where we don't belong
She said "You won't stay,
So how long you gone?"
"Until the Summer fades
And our shoes are worn away
We'll be busy most nights
Singing Summer Songs."
She looks me up and down
She says " 'til they're worn away?"
"Yeah don't you know?
We'll be walking most days
Playing to those kids
Who've seen the light,
Walking away from the darkness
And out of it's sight."
Away from the darkness
Away from the darkness
We used to sing our songs
When we were kids
But we fell apart
Thrown to the wild wind
Taken to darkened corners
Or bright sunny airs
No one could have guessed
The beginning of all of our cares.
But we'll be busy most nights
Singing Summer songs.
Liam Ó Beagáin
20-Apr-2012
So we're packing up
Singing Summer songs
Going on the road again
To where we don't belong
She said "You won't stay,
So how long you gone?"
"Until the Summer fades
And our shoes are worn away
We'll be busy most nights
Singing Summer Songs."
She looks me up and down
She says " 'til they're worn away?"
"Yeah don't you know?
We'll be walking most days
Playing to those kids
Who've seen the light,
Walking away from the darkness
And out of it's sight."
Away from the darkness
Away from the darkness
We used to sing our songs
When we were kids
But we fell apart
Thrown to the wild wind
Taken to darkened corners
Or bright sunny airs
No one could have guessed
The beginning of all of our cares.
But we'll be busy most nights
Singing Summer songs.
Liam Ó Beagáin
20-Apr-2012
Disciple Street
He's come in all slow and dark
Selling what things he can
"Come in behind me in April or March
When, the fresh wind blowing can
Make all things quicken and ripen too."
They're bringing up his face
Before the sun rises too close
For, the truth be covered up in lace.
They all seem to see the point in defeat
As they go and leave, and I look upon
Not knowing Disciple Street,
Underneath is not seen for most
Anyone in this town would quickly leave
If they wished to find a way but I am sure
That they want to believe
That the coast lies here,
Not far away and what matter it if I die
Now, not knowing who believes
Or who does not? While,
I lie covered up being lowered down below
And they all celebrate, they know that I'm
Not looking upon Disciple Street,
They're selling images of the day
The moaners are sighing fools,
Surrounded by early sounds of May
Serenity broken by school,
And the emptying of pockets to till,
Donations in the box.
The day will darken yet still,
They'll hold time as in it lies, their box.
And should I believe as they go
That they need something to do?
Tonight, as I look upon Disciple Street.
He's come in all slow and dark
Selling what things he can
"Come in behind me in April or March
When, the fresh wind blowing can
Make all things quicken and ripen too."
They're bringing up his face
Before the sun rises too close
For, the truth be covered up in lace.
They all seem to see the point in defeat
As they go and leave, and I look upon
Not knowing Disciple Street,
Underneath is not seen for most
Anyone in this town would quickly leave
If they wished to find a way but I am sure
That they want to believe
That the coast lies here,
Not far away and what matter it if I die
Now, not knowing who believes
Or who does not? While,
I lie covered up being lowered down below
And they all celebrate, they know that I'm
Not looking upon Disciple Street,
They're selling images of the day
The moaners are sighing fools,
Surrounded by early sounds of May
Serenity broken by school,
And the emptying of pockets to till,
Donations in the box.
The day will darken yet still,
They'll hold time as in it lies, their box.
And should I believe as they go
That they need something to do?
Tonight, as I look upon Disciple Street.
Liam Ó Beagáin 2002
Plato & Socrates
Rumbling passed the 9:05
You've got a knack for hiding behind those eyes
Now your rambling off to a place you once mentioned
Saint Gobain or Saint Jose's
Walking most of the way,
You said the streets there are full of what you need
Descending from your neck are Plato and Socrates
And your mother's rosary beads.
Liam Ó Beagáin
14-Apr-2012
Liam Ó Beagáin
14-Apr-2012
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