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Getting Up

when its cold outside
please dont forget me
think of me
and ill be by your side

when your days are dark
please dont regret me
just picture the spirit
that spirit of biloxi 

(cool breeze
onwards
love free
tear your heart)

if your chest is tight
and your burdens plenty
say his name
and he'll be by your side

so with all your might
sing with praise his splendor
yes you know his name
our savior, jesus christ

(all need
fades to null
I see
your lucky skull)

spirit of biloxi

This Aint Really Your Life

I Tried To Reach For You But You Had Closed Your Mind

Look to Kingstown Harbor
Gaze into the Dublin Bay
My Martello tower
Meets the white and gold of day

Razors call me
Cause I’m priestly
I am the butcher
Heaven sent me
Luck of the Irish
When you touch me
I am the mirror
Kinch, the knifeblade
I am the pastor
With no error
Just ask the spirit
Of my Mother
Read my scripture
So perfectly
I am the sharpest
Kinch, the knifeblade

Fear not now you jesuit
See the winedark snot and spit
I am the boy
That can enjoy
Invisibility, my toy!

Luck of the Irish
Please guide me
Take me to heaven
Kinch, the knifeblade
Introibo ad
Altare Dei
Come to the altar
Kinch, the knifeblade

Call the old maid
And have a chance
To pay your debts
To her, two pence
To drink with Haines
And Mulligan
Who spake of
Hellenistic trends
An englishman
Among the ilk
Of Gaelic blood
That flows like milk
From Joking Jesus
On the cross
To Zarathustra,
Virgin’s Loss

Break the news
To her gently
I shall die!
Kinch, the knifeblade
Preach Blasphemy
Of new pagans
Hellen lead me
To temptation
I am the purest
On the island
I am the sharpest
Kinch, the knifeblade
I am the servant
Of two masters
Luck of the Irish
And Rome shatters

Getting Up

Mary Willoughby

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