…
for good
i´m no
good

…
i mean me
my mean mine
noon moon

…
ill y white lilies
you make my die
flours

the grave recieves you surrender yourself
return what was loaned to you
give up your pleasure your pain
your life your past what you desire
you will know nothingness the only reality
don’t be afraid it’s easy to give
you’re not alone you have a grave your first mother
surrender the faithful animal you once called your body
don’t try to keep it remember it was a loan
surrender your legs your sex your hair your brain your all
you no longer want to possess
possession is the ultimate pain
the earth covers your body
she´s your true flesh
your new body is the universe
you will be real your own father
your own mother your own child
open your eyes you are the earth
you are the green you are the blue
you are the essence

you know liffey ain´t
a liffeylong birthday
don´t expect happiness
don´t expect friends
don´t expect fun
don´t expect a good life
don´t expect anything
and if you get something
it´s a bonus

…
anybody hear inte rested
in time travel
meat me in spain
last july
nunc dimittis
nunca

…
foretaste of heaven
sea from shore
space is the place
streams to the river
rivers to the sea
mother´s blood
is full of honey
now but tis no use
to bother bro

…
like your wretched horse we will be with raised fork
as she walks under the lime-trees
moves over in the sorrow mirror
in the poet´s office
by now enveloped
in soft mist
in the arms of the chair
she waits walks
and walks
and walks

…
in a rayleigh scattering
ich bin a jelly doughnut
qu’ils mangent de
la brioche cuz
tous ce que
je vois est
thomas
crapper
[tis not true dat Thomas Crapper invented... ääh]

…
as there is nothing whatever to do
cuz there are no things there as such
tis two bad you only got too eyes
isn´t dat an ap petite four apatite
och titta en ofuktad lada i diset
en typisk häst på din tjänst
after dat
let me unscrew yer ear
four five slow