Ireland’s Shore

Giant’s Causeway
It froze me half to death
I spent a week
In Galway town
Just to heal up my chest

My mother’s got Sligo blood
But I am Doolin’s guest
Waste my mind
Waste my time
Til there’s nothing really left

But I can always take one more
washed up on Ireland’s shore
The only thing I’m every needing more
Is Ireland’s shore

The Guinness glasses
Bring whole-hearted laughs
I embellish
Story-telling
for a Gaelic lass

Until that foot stomps
And the whiskey bottle’s passed
Strike the drum
Pull the bow
And reach out for her hand

Cause I can always take one more
Washed up on Ireland’s shore
The only thing I ever need more
Is Ireland’s shore

The rain rises high on cliffs of green
I look towards my home
far across the sea
From the place
where I hide
What’s left in my mind
The place
Where my blood was left behind

Now the time has come
For things I can’t ignore
So I wave goodbye to the Irish skies
From the Cliffs of Moher
And I drive through the Burren
To old Shannon’s port
But i turn away when they say
Last call for New York

Cause I can always take one more
Washed up on Ireland’s shore
The only thing I ever need more
Is Ireland’s shore

War Poems

These perfume letters
Forget I never
My tears are wetter
After the rain comes down
I get them from you
After the bombs blew
Shellshocked through
Echoes bounce and I drown

A broken-hearted soldier
Running so low
I keep on terrifying myself
As I read your war poems
Yeah I read your war poems
But I’m not a poet
I am only at war

I was desperate
Over the parapet
see the mounds of it
All that has been given up
Bullets repeating
My country is bleeding
Still your love
Somehow keeps welling up

For a broken-hearted soldier
Running so low I keep on terrifying myself
I read your war poems
I read your war poems
But I’m not a poet
I am only at war
I read your war poems
I read your war poems
I’m not a poet
I am only at war
I read your war poems
I read your war poems
But I’m not a poet
I am only at war