O’malley’s
Bar
I am tall and I am thin
Of
an enviable height
And
I’ve been known to be quite handsome
In
a certain angle and in certain light
Well
I entered into o’malley’s
Said,
o’malley I have a thirst
O’malley
merely smiled at me
Said
you wouldn’t be the first
I
knocked on the bar and pointed
To
a bottle on the shelf
And
as o’malley poured me out a drink
I
sniffed and crossed myself
My
hand decided that the time was nigh
And
for a moment it slipped from view
And
when it returned, it fairly burned
With
confidence anew
Well
the thunder from my steely fist
Made
all the glasses jangle
When
I shot him, I was so handsome
It
was the light, it was the angle
Huh!
hmmmmmm
Neighbours!
I cried, friends! i
Screamed
I
banged my fist upon the bar
I
bear no grudge against you!
And
my dick felt long and hard
I
am the man for which no God waits
But
for which the whole world yearns
I’m
marked by darkness and by blood
And
one thousand powder-burns
Well,
you know those fish with the swollen lips
That
clean the ocean floor
When
I looked at poor o’malley’s wife
That’s
exactly what I saw
I
jammed the barrel under her chin
And
her face looked raw and vicious
Her
head it landed in the sink
With
all the dirty dishes
Her
little daughter Siobhan
Pulled
beers from dusk till down
And
amongst the town folk she was a bit of a joke
But
she pulled the best beer in town
I
swooped magnificent upon her
As
she sat shivering in her grief
Like
the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In
whale’s blood and banana leaf
Her
throat it crumbled in my fist
And
I spun heroically around
To
see caffrey rising from his seat
I
shot that mother fucker down
Mmmmmmmmmm
yeah yeah yeah
I
have no free will, I sang
As
I flew about the murder
Mrs.
Richard Holmes, she screamed
You
really should have heard her
I
sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I
panted like a pup
I
blew a hole in Mrs.. Richard Holmes
And
her husband stupidly stood up
As
he screamed, you are an evil man
And
I paused a while to wonder
If
I have no free will then how can i
Be
morally culpable, I wonder
I
shot richard holmes in the stomach
And
gingerly he sat down
And
he whispered weirdly, no offense
And
then lay upon the ground
None
taken, I replied to him
To
which he gave a little cough
With
blazing wings I neatly aimed
And
blew his head completely off
I’ve
lived in this town for thirty years
And
to no-one I am a stranger
And
I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber
upon chamber
And
I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr.. Brookes
I
thought of saint Francis and his sparrows
And
as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It
was st. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows
Hhhhhhhhhh
mmmmmmmmmmmm
I
said, I want to introduce myself
And
I am glad that all you came
And
I leapt upon the bar
And
shouted out my name
Well
jerry bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed
his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And
with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick
I
split his head in half
His
blood spilled across the bar
Like
a steaming scarlet brook
And
I knelt at it’s edge on the counter
Wiped
the tears away and looked
Well,
the light in there was blinding
Full
of God and ghosts of truth
I
smiled at Henry davenport
Who
made an attempt to move
Well,
from the position I was standing
The
strangest thing I ever saw
The
bullet entered through the top of his chest
And
blew his bowels out on the floor
Well
I floated down the counter
Showing
no remorse
I
shot a hole in Kathleen carpenter
Recently
divorced
But
remorse I felt and remorse I had
It
clung to every thing
From
the raven’s hair upon my head
To
the feathers on my wings
Remorse
squeezed my hand in it’s fraudulent claw
With
it’s golden hairless chest
And
I glided through the bodies
And
killed the fat man Vincent west
Who
sat quietly in his chair
A
man become a child
And
I raised the gun up to his head
Executioner-style
He
made no attempt to resist
So
fat and dull and lazy
Did
you know I lived in your street? I said
And
he looked at me as though I were crazy
O,
he said, I had no idea
And
he grew as quiet as a mouse
And
the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near
blew that hat right off the house
Hmmmmmm
uh uh
Well,
I caught my eye in the mirror
And
gave it a long and loving inspection
There
stands some kind of man, I roared
And
there did, in the reflection
My
hair combed back like a raven’s wing
My
muscles hard and tight
And
curling from the business end of my gun
Was
a query-mark of cordite
Well
I spun to the left, I spun to the right
And
I spun to the left again
Fear
me! fear me! fear me!
But
no one did cause they were dead
Huh!
hmmmmmmmmm
And
then there were the police sirens wailing
And
a bull-horn squelched and blared
Drop
your weapons and come out
With
your hands held in the air
Well,
I checked the chamber of my gun
Saw
I had one final bullet left
My
hand, it looked almost human
As
I raised it to my head
Drop
your weapon and come out!
Keep
your hands above your head!
I
had one one long hard think about dying
And
did exactly what they said
There
must have been fifty cops out there
In
a circle around o’malley’s bar
Don’t
shoot, I cried, I’m a man
Unarmed!
So
they put me in their car
And
they sped me away from that terrible scene
And
I glanced out of the window
Saw
o’malley’s bar, saw the cops and the cars
And
I started counting on my fingers
Aaaaaah
one aaaaaah two aaaaaah three aaaaaaah four
O’malley’s
bar o’malley’s bar
Where
The Wild Roses Grow
They call me the wild rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why
they call me it I do not know
For
my name was Elisa Day
From
the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She
stared in my eyes and smiled
For
her lips were the colour of the roses
That
grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When
he knocked on my door and entered the room
My
trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He
would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He
wiped at the tears that ran down my face
On
the second day I brought her a flower
She
was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I
said, do you know where the wild roses grow
So
sweet and scarlet and free?
On
the second day he came with a single red rose
Said:
will you give me your loss and your
sorrow
I
nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He
said, if I show you the roses, will you
follow?
On
the third day he took me to the river
He
showed me the roses and we kissed
And
the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As
he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his
fist
On
the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And
she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And
I kissed her goodbye, said, all beauty must
die
And
lent down and planted a rose between her teeth