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Xmas Song
05:03
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The table & the chair
Were as angry as they
Had ever been
Angry with frustration
And with disappointment
& somehow angry with joy
& thanksgiving
But the table & chair
Were stuck in bloody Xmas traffic
Fat arses sitting on
Their heads
Keeping them apart
They could see the joke
But somehow this wisdom
Made them angry too
& so they waited
Splintering with heat
Till closing time
& the dark came
& they could be alone
& finally vent their rage
& let go of the pain
For a few hours
Like the first Xmas day
Like the very first Xmas
A baby born
Healthy, cherubic
& made for this world
For one night
Light came into the dark
& the two of them
Just sat there
Not speaking a word
Just staring with wonder
Oh joy! at the beauty of his face
©Malachi Doyle 2013.
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2. |
A pigeon's rhyme
05:37
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Yellow chewing gum
In the herb garden
Chattin with the tanbark and the
Chilli pods
A blue conversation
About the state of the nation
Hey plants and inanimate things
Can say what they need
They don't have the luxury
Of going to the pub
A little sparrow came by
To see what all the chatter was
When a metal saw
Played thought police
And silenced even my sauce and chips
The louder the drone
The grander the throne
But I said to the judge
If ud just shut up
And let words dislocate
Things rarely sound like they mean
Or have unintended consequences at the least
Why shouldn't the gum and the tanbark and the chillis
Have freedom of speech
Before the cleaner collects
Just carrying out orders
To make the neighbourhood
Peachy
Pigeonally
It was good to hear them laugh
Such stuff is infectious
Thinkin anyway while the moralist pries
The truly moral
Doesn't eavesdrop on flies.
©Malachi Doyle 2014.
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3. |
Spancil Hill
05:46
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4. |
New recording 6
02:37
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Beetroot nuts and bolts
To build wooden cars
The rivers of blood in the smoked green cheese globe
Free hot chocolate with every purchase
Fishtailing down hangover road
Sit still sit still
Don't attempt poetry
U have nothing to say
But word upon word
& u can’t polish a turd
The owl touched down
In a spaghetti sweater
With murder on its crow
Pitchness in its heart
To make a false start
To excrete doughnut dough into
Bubbling tears
Ring a ring a rosey
And in the depths to fight the years.
©Malachi Doyle 2014.
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Little star
02:25
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I twice wrote of limitless eyes
& accidentally described a spy
Camouflaged in a camisole
But the rabbits these days are virtual
& they f#*% everybody in reach
& there’s so much you know to teach
& couples can be fun
As long as u walk sometimes run
& add Tabasco to everything
& make me small when I sing
Coz I obey stupid t-shirts
& listen to tired experts
It took 20 years
From experiment to vagabond tears
I wonder why you hang so low
& do not sparkle anymore
Little star little star
Daughters of Venus & monkey bars
©Malachi Doyle 2013.
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