Oh mister O'Dinan
keep on shining
keep on smiling
be the weeping willow tree
billowing in the breeze
little people in your leaves
mischievous and green
there's a genie in the bottle
he's a mean old soak
he'll give you three swishes
and then you'll start to choke
on the size of your desires
and the wideness of your yoke
you tip the flask and in a tragic flash
everything you love goes up in smoke
don't pry the rye open and get soaked
you'll end up whining with the winos
albino white open all night ghosts
trading all the light for just one more
I've been lashed to the mast ears waxed programmed past
enticing sirens but now I'm sailing free at last
humbly aproaching the Isle of Iona
Miss Kelsey
kiss of sweet Celtic sea
hear my heartfelt plea
be my silky sechie seal
and we'll swim and frollick in
warm milky reverie
slowy churning the cream till it's buttery
I'll hide your hide in my memory
deep in my chest slowly breathing
life into this sordid story
with the ragged threads of old war stories
we'll spin glorious golden poetry
riding broomsticks to the moon on a witchy journey
please don't pull the cork
you'll wind up falling to the floor
seeing messages through the bottle warped
poor me poor me pour me drinks till I'm sore
ten years spent off the deep end of dependency
an odd oddessy I'm finally coming home
cast away from polite society to the Isle of Iona
my pixie mistress
appears and disappears in the mist
like a will o' the wisp
her fiery kiss expires quick
the fickle sylph flees her tryst
and the convoluted plot takes another twist
you get what you pray for
it may be delayed more
but it'll come before you're bored
lasso you with a golden cord
and ride you swollen groaning
through to the sunrise delightfully sore
please don't pull the cork
you know how the ire land ends at the shore
that angry place will abate and the whirling pool will not erase the sores
and you've been lost in that frothy sea dispirited before
rode the junkie junket
till lack of love sunk it
bloated floating soaked to the core
my wasted body washed ashore
on the Isle of Iona your smile shone
and my denial was finally blown