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