Words are a dread affair; colours of language are never just white/ black. To read is to understand, to understand is to change.
Culture breathed you in, breathed light out; you were the pen in its hand.
So many are destined only to play the canon of overlooked songs as if they were all number one.
Now I wonder: didn’t we already say goodbye? You hung around so long, but life is blue; here a while,
Y tu hwnt i dogma mae argyhoeddiad
a gweithredoedd da a wneir o'r
golwg Nid yw'r chwith yn golygu gadael
ar ôl, ac yn iawn yw'r hyn y gwyddoch
sy'n iawn. Beyond dogma is conviction and good deeds done out of sight. Left does not mean left behind, and right is what you know is
I saw a derelict in a Soho boozer, toothless, leathered but lucid, singing about the ould country, two shots of punk and one of
poetry, new songs for old men, all going where streams of whiskey are
As you step from your final
shuttle, who would greet you? Paddy fields stagnate, despots toy with brittle peace and nothing’s really healed. Rivalries of birds gather above, unsure if you are hawk, or dove.
its heroes too, cats that won't cop
out and won't be nothin but
badass. You're uptown, kickin on a
door on a ghetto backlot, a door into
consciousness and style. You're gonna
have to close it yourself.