A local past
mind may
transfer to a
permanent po-
sition in the
sane high or
lower ener-
gy than the
incidental knight who
only shows to
know some
thicker skinny fish or
brightly burn-
ing paper ti-
gers.
Celtic fans thought their team was due for a right gubbing
To the Gers' fans the first half was a Celtic drubbing
And the Celtic fans were so close to blubbing
Rohl was close to kingship with the Gers' fans him so dubbing
That second half with O'Neill's adroit subbing
Saw Celtic give the Blues a thorough scrubbing
With cheers unheard from the Green Brigade out happily pubbing
At the final whistle Celts with glee their hands were rubbing
While the home crowd felt like their team clubbing
And angrily their season tickets stubbing.
He lived on this earth for a time and a half
Playing a tune to the old man’s laugh
—Shadows of the Valley; Janick Gers, Stephen Percy Harris
Not His Son
The flute floated in the empty space
He’d gladly have followed the piper
Red lights of dischord in sentiment face
In corner mocks the chatterbox viper
To be spoon fed kindness for a time
The old man thought that but a waste
He paid me instead time and a half…I’m
on a bender, long cast, no longer chaste
The IT of a clown from the grave rises
He whips me with his uttermost laugh
A fearful rainstorm he always despises
Surviving my loathsome birth like chaff
The lip-tremble of melody craved abduction
An abominable shadow from dirt’s abyss
For this host could be only a demon’s seduction
The only arms that held me tight he’d dismiss
The door like a drum opened up righteousness
The climax of throwdown with cuffs and chains
In my enemies presence I dine with timelessness
I claim a different Father - in heaven he reigns
IRON MAIDEN - A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH:
The Legacy [Gers / Harris]
-----------------------------------------------------
Tell my family
I am not coming back
I am sent off to war
I signed up for this
I am trained to fight
I fight nobody
Tell them truth
I am well off among
The dead and the dying
I can’t be maimed
I can’t be idle
I am trained to die
Tell them, I prayed
To give y’ll strength
To bear my loss
For I am sent to war
To bear the cross of
Someone’s ego and lies
Tell my mother
Birth is cheap
Death is cheaper
Son of soil, they call me
I fight for soil, yet
I yearn for peace
Tell my brother
Fear not death
I die for other, just like the other
Tell my sister
Not to pray for me
But to pray for peace
Let peace be bought
Not by blood, not by money
But by His Divine Grace
don't count
on me be
cause odd
ly enough
though i'm
one of the
ranks i've
always
stunk
at be
ing
one
to
actually say
grammatic
ally not ma
the ma tic
ally why
when i
add up
the sum
of us as
some
thing
i am
all
ways getting
oddly even
after doing
it with you
twice i still
come up
with a to
tal of one
though
on a
calc
you
later
it reads
two but
that's
one
too
man
y so
i use
bi nary
be cause
counting
your fin
gers gets
bet
her
aft
er
we
get
past
ten an
d need
to use
your toe
s to get
the prop
er tot all
e qual to
a mount
of one
of me
and
one
of
you
to add
up to
two
th
ough i'm
go ing
down
on you
i'll sub
tract my
self and
gladly
allow
you
to
ri
de
me bucking
bronco style
so you go
cow girl
moo ve
me use
me butt
do n't
for get
to brand
me as be
long ing to
you
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