Gargoyle Waiting

You're a gargoyle, on this building top.. With your teeth bared, and your claws sharp and ready.. You have seen me, walking, in hatred,. With the sidewalks wet, beneath my feet..

Rantin' Rovin Robin

There was a lad was born in Kyle,. But whatna day o' whatna style,. I doubt it's hardly worth the while. To be sae nice wi' Robin.. . Chor. - Robin was a rovin' boy,.

Flood Of Red

Fields Of Coal

Well I had a dream that I received a prophecy. Predictions and vision to be written by me. But I didn't want them to come true, I was afraid. So I decided to run away.

When I Can Read My Title Clear

When I can read my title clear. To mansions in the skies,. I bid farewell to every fear,. And wipe my weeping eyes.. And wipe my weeping eyes,. And wipe my weeping eyes.

The Magician

Do you find it gets a little easier each time. you make it disappear?. Old fools the magician bend the rules. and the crowd watches his every move.. .

Ramblin' Irishman

I am a ramblin' Irishman. It's Ulster I was born in. And manys the happy hour I spent. On the banks of sweet Loch Erin. Ah but to live poor I could not endure.

Far Pavillions

New horizons, unclaimed lands. Await us beyond the walls of our cantoment. (I'll return to the Far Pavilions). You can't let it get you down. You were raised on the edge of this unnamed ghost town.

Queen Amangst The Heather

As I roved out one fine summer's morn. 'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains. Wha should I spy but a fair young maid. As I wi' others was out a hunting.

Martha Sways

Martha stands. pretty just like you. i held her close. like i held you. martha sways. . and i follow suit. she fills my glass. and i toss it back. into the space that once held you.

Fake Fake Eyes

With you're fake, fake eyes,. Are you blinded to me?. GG - cold in the house,. A butterfly knife in the south. Scotch on your rocks,. You're sexless, like Sid,.

What It Was, Was Football (parts 1 And 2)

What It Was, Was Football. It was back last October, I believe it was. We was a-goin t hold. a tent service in this college town.. And we got thar about dinnertime on Saturday And different ones.

Patrick Sheehan

My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four;. Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore;. I came of honest parents, but now they're lying low;.

Eight Days Of Hell

Wasting away the better part of the day. In the bus on the docks of the UK. We walked down the street on that all Hallows Eve. But couldn't wait to get back to the US of A.

Monday Morning

Monday morning, why do you haunt me. With your bells and factory whistles all around?. Monday morning, why do you taunt me?. And I so tired I could sleep here on the ground..

Ebb Away

When it's rising there is no light. But when it's falling there's no darkness. Continuous thread beyond description. Beyond affliction--it does not exist.

Matt Hyland

There was a lord, lived in this town. Who had a handsome, lovely daughter.. She was courted by a fair young man. Who was a servant to her father.. But when her parents they came to know.

Days Of Being Wild

Crowning Of A Heart

Crowning of a heart, textures and shades. A bitter London night on the motorway. You looked so divine, back in the seat. Wicked desires ablaze in me. .

Mary Mheaigi's / Frank Mors / The Trip To Lerwick