The Big Break

Foreign verse (explicit)

Born stranger in a place where the official language didn't belong,

The only one that I knew and felt so wrong. 

The same old streets and a fountain's place, 

With no running water like the tears on my face.

Music, my companion on this urban journey,

Guide, lover, teacher, from distant lands arrived, 

Hailed from places I had yet to roam,

Yet deep within, they were already home.

The foreign verse was digging my head

Digging displaced, sometimes replaced by a sense of dread.

I look too different from the suburban peripheral type, 

Out of the hype, mostly shyte for the people of the night.

I did adapt and hide behind the masks I wear,

Familiar faces I should say but if you dare 

Relaxing, bare for a second, they will get you: 

Born strange and stranger, you're looking for danger

Hear the same rhyming of a foreign verse

Not by the men or the women you take to bed

But for the smell of your foreign soul instead 

There is no valley claiming their flag 

As a true patriot, I shed all attire,

Burning it with every flag in a washing fire.

Weirdness full-blown

Werewolf full-moon

I houl at the first strike of a piano chord

You know what, I can roll,

Flip back, play dead, give paw

But I won't do, cause I'm a cat bro

I can't negotiate my true sense of nature

For an economy class seat in a fancy theater.

So lend me your hand let's head to

This wee road trip that I do, 

No need get a 1000 million miles under you heels 

Just steer and see how it feels.

And if you listen well it's you I'm taking about

Like all the men and the women in and out

The mould of the planet or as Chuck said once

The crap of this world all joined in a dance

Hear the same rhyming of a foreign verse

Not by the men or the women you take to bed

But for the smell of your foreign soul instead 

(There is no valley claiming their flag)

If a valley, volcano, river, and stone,

Bear no insignia, no claim of their own,

As a true patriot, I shed all attire,

Burning every flag in a washing fire.

Tracking tracks 

I loathe everyone, as always,

But with calm grace, no rush, no malaise.

Respecting others' roles and consciousness - of a fish,

My hatred gifts transparency, you capisce?

No reason for an ego, shattered in despair,

No source but the gentle yoke of God sweet fare.

Observing and writing with gentle flair,

My hatred possesses the patience most rare.

On my tombstone, let these words be etched,

"A kind soul, but within, chaos fetched, arose.

Infinite collisions of particles compose

The slow descent of a lava's stream line all erodes”

A raspy voice, predictable, implacable,

Creating new lands, inescapable.

Bridges for those who grasp the role's dance,

Engulfing and annihilating, leaving you no chance."

In shadows cast by the moonlit night,

My loathe dances, in sarcastic delight.

Whispers of disdain in the winds’ blow,

A mockery of my own self, my best show.

Whispers of disdain in the winds’ blow

A mockery of my own self.

Mean streets

When did we stop holding our hands,

pretending play and swearing friends

Tickling our bodies and barefoot races,

Celebrating train trips, enjoying embraces?

When did we declare life's harsh decree,

To grow up, stoic, no time to be free,

To power through, gritting our teeth,

Leaving behind the truth beneath?

And maybe was a rainy day when it it began,

One best spent on a couch, your vouch to sadness on demand,

A day of unexplained heartache,

Fighting without reason, well it’s a make or break.

Tell me, how did you navigate those days?

Do you remember your blue coat, your prime,

Stolen snapshots, shy moments so sweet,

When we were poor, yet kindness was our heartbeat.

And if I close my eyes, worry not, my dear,

You drive, I’m just tired of my fears.

Scoop me up, carry me to bed,

Let me shed my manhood, this burden in my head.

Thoughts of silk

As a sailor I went to went to sea, sea, sea without a flag,

Just a rag, I cannot stop in any port.

And if I go down I got shiverings of any sort,

Don’t know where fate will lead me, 

We’ll see cause it’s not easy as 1/2/3

So who moved far away

In a country, goes without saying,

That was not its own, 

Flown to where there’s no language and no flag, 

For the sheer hell going on in my head

My land is water, and it gets up and down,

It lurks into the holes and fills up the ground.

Floods a tank and with me being Charon

Soaks the wood and breaks the iron.

If you go by sea you know that very often I believe, 

Somewhere you have to stop necessarily

And it happens that you know a lot of people, 

But that does not mean you don’t live in the same shit hole.

You would like to say "hello" but you have forgotten how to 

“Bonne soire” “Buenas tarde" “Buonasera” “How do you do”

And sometimes it turns out that the language is not you

But whoever listens takes you for a fool.

And the distance improves your sight,

You really understand thinking every night,

But is it worthwhile to be right?

Is it worthwhile to be right?

Sunset Glance

All species get the flu in various strains

But being human means you get the pains

For hidden meanings behind facts of the world

Or just a new trend we've all been sold.

A folk tune that I've never heard before

Deep buried in a book concealed for me since 1534

The secret trick to make my cheese at home

I'll just make sure all doors are locked before I go.

I want a vaccination for my obsessions

Working a miracle supersession

One-time only inoculation

Hope it won't be emerging as new fixation.

The news when a trouble comes around

A new year's resolution that I do all year around

A flower springing out of a cracked floor

Or noting down my thoughts ... before I go

I want a vaccination for my obsessions

Working a miracle supersession

One-time only inoculation

Hope it won't be emerging as new fixation.

Untrue (explicit)

Pour some rain, chakra dude, bead our face away 

Feed the soil and impregnate our grapes 

Oh my dear Lord of wine, sacred dude

Drinking father of land and sea

Belfast city on a night call

I'm the "Derry Girls" boy with a mortgage and a car loan

The dreams of a teenager and the troubles of an asshole

I'm a 40 year old child who loves purple.

The music of the seventies into my bones, 

And the eighties claiming back their spot in my headphones.

The nineties and zeros where were all my heroes

While what's left zoomed by as I was raising my child.

Pour some rain, chakra dude, bead our face away 

Feed the soil and impregnate our grapes 

Oh my dear Lord of wine, sacred dude

Drinking father of land and sea

So you've got the book open you can read through,

Not that I think it's worth it but you can if you wan to 

See how I gained my spot, the backdrop and respect,

Credibility of ability to put myself constantly under threat.

Recognition and trust I'd love to say but I'd lie

Cause the things you get through in life you don't choose (except to die).

And I don't know what to do with it,

And I eventually think it is all bullshit.

Not true that you earn it, 

Not true that it's yours, 

Not true that it's given, 

Not true that it's in your bones,

Not true that it's due, 

Not true that's it's bloody hard 

Not true that you're open minded 

And the others playing a part.

Pour some rain, chakra dude, bead our face away 

Feed the soil and impregnate our grapes 

Oh my dear Lord of wine, sacred dude

Drinking father of land and sea

My Lover

And the whole world she's swallowing

The tales, the myths and dreams

And I just can't see, not know nor rule

Because I am culchie and fool

My lover has eyes full of tears and running make-up

My lover has a raging feeling that keeps her up

My lover has a thousand thoughts buzzing in the head

My lover didn't finish what she has just said

My lover is heavy with memories and anticipations

My lover has the gravitational pull of 88 constellations

My lover is frail and bold

My lover's manuscript doesn't fold

And the whole world she's swallowing

The tales, the myths and dreams

And I just can't see, not know nor rule

Because I am culchie and fool

My lover dances when everybody's watching

My lover sings with her guts and her twitching 

My lover trips on the same old spot

I got my doubts, my lover not.

My lover was born on a wheel's rotation,

Alone and without a cry, no celebration.

My lover grew up fierce, a siren, a queen,

Just like us, a world you've seen.

My lover's got a fist to punch the walls

Bang on the table and make her fight call. 

But those who live and know, Llorona dear,

Find no peace in this world of fear.

If blood isn't water and man is allowed his quest, 

Then your path, too, is one that's blessed.

And the whole world she's swallowing

The tales, the myths and dreams

And I just can't see, not know nor rule

Because I am culchie and fool

Tunnel (explicit)

Here's how you build a tunnel in a few easy steps. 

Beware of the colonel and the rats coming out of the wrecks

A stare in the night a couple of mates,

Your bubble of steam getting out of your face 

The Baltic cold bite reminding you to relax

And dive into hell with your pickaxe.

If you've got your own ritual it's a good damn thing

Believing that magic will keep it all together 

Like you were all living in the fuckin upper paleolithic, makes worth it.

The same cigarette burning while taking turns

The flame must be kept and swept as it burns

Olympic torch of your own marathon watch

More like a pipe snort out of your broken oxygen life support. 

Build a tunnel under the peace walls

Build a tunnel like Berlin

Build a tunnel under Iran

Build a tunnel 

Build a tunnel under the Channel

Build a tunnel North Korea

Build a tunnel Underground Railroad

Build a tunnel 

Keep shutting the thought that your life is under the rock mass

It's alright to die to save your ass, your homeland, your smoking grass

But the greatest fear is dying, not because of trying 

To flee, but because you screw up like a dickhead, think ahead gee!

Focus and dedication, you're a surgeon on operation

Running over and over the same extra-calculated risk

It's easy you're working in a theatre down in a trench,

Overwhelmed by the stench

And yours is the body on the bench.

You're the engineer designing Stonehenge with a chalk on a slate,

There are things you should know and rules you should break

And you know the things you rather not do,

But you don't know what you don't know 

And if you don't know that's the way to go.

Build a tunnel under the peace walls

Build a tunnel like Berlin

Build a tunnel under Iran

Build a tunnel 

Build a tunnel under the Channel

Build a tunnel North Korea

Build a tunnel Underground Railroad

Build a tunnel 

Terminal (explicit)

And as time passes, you agree,

There's no time that holds

What you can't see

And as time passes, you agree,

There's no time that holds

What you can't see

11/7/83, 6:30 GMT 

The scene unfold on you, pissing on a stick, 

And on your knicks,

Positive not really as a pleasing haul

And you want melt and flush yourself by the shit hole

Nine 'o clock

The record rocks, and there you are 

In the blurred background, 

Confessing to your kin your sin with no repent

And a landslide on your right cheek like a brick,

Falls straight onto the song beat.

"A slap is to be expected", you thought and you got it, served.

You've always had the nerve

To stay cool, like old job - ha - but you didn't know the real blow. 

9:02 The suitcase you've attached your dreams to

With stickers of places seen only in an atlas,

Like flags in a Risk game you couldn't play at home, 

Means the sentence: "you will go".

And as time passes, you agree,

There's no time that holds

What you can't see

And as time passes, you agree,

There's no time that holds

What you can't see.

19:55 you're out far

For as a woman, you're stone, a rose, and star,

And frailty is a luxury, beauty a trick, and loyalty,

We leave that to those who choose to be enslaved by a 

New master's stick

24:00 here's the road, like you read in a book

Cool, written by man for man or non-male-fool

I wish I knew

I wish I knew 

I wish I knew the real thing

I wish I wasn't seen

I wish I wasn't pounded 

I wish I was born in 50 years, well make it a hundred

I wish it was a different game,

Call him a pimp

A father, a lover, or whatever man on which you cling

Time is on your side until it's not,

But it's time that flows,

And we've got one shot

And you shot is weaker now holding a weapon 

Of a thousand pounds.

And as time passes, you agree,

There's no time that holds

What you can't see.

And as time passes, you agree,

There's no time that holds

What you can't see.

And as time passes, you agree,

There's no time that holds

What you can't see.