Allowed preachers to be unexceptional
Sacrificed priesthood as liberty ordain
Prophecy lingua by Hiberno accent
Endued with melodic timbrels and dances
No differs from Sufi whirling for their God
Sung the song as Moses led the sacred song
Anthemic and ambience grunge as cathedral bells
Ingrained pedal's drum and chiming guitar
Proclaimed gladness, love and peace
No men to the left and women to the right
No evil, devil, debil and imbecile words
No who errs severely retarded
Equality is their deed
Narrative music poked holy book verses
Told your own story since war pained
Die hard being Irish, shaking the pitch
Both IRA and UK, put the guns down
Tribute to: Dolores O'Riordan
Dis beat takes my dance;
Chords stricken - perspiration borne!
Out of no man's lay, shall I dance for this -
Orchestra!
Little mime, accompanied with Konga!
Such Levi, I take long to keep.
The tusk trusk of the ivory; scent-filled
Ah! I won't let it dance away - divinely
This beat be Heavenly!
I won't wait for its beat;
For the wriggling - such miasma!
Timbrels sombre me heart' - Yeh!
I will forever dance the orchestra, divine!
Àsàké takes the beat gently!
The road to the Palace, all wriggle
Such dance, I for mingle!
This song, my music
This Orchestra; divinity
Eternal, shall I play!
Till then, we dance on.
Autumn's arrival, ushering once more a door His harvest moon ? Dressed of pure..
Gold honourable's daughter her queen from Ophir virgins these, companions; entering
The King's palace glorious ? Arrayed be beauty their children; ten billion stars as she sings
Rejoiced true hearts love's patriarch; timbrels and flutes a nomad whom knew ? In Winter's
Glittering lights an infant's eyes His harps her chorus; Angels ? Divine, besought time's rosy cheeks.
A kaleidescope of cacophonic carols
Attacks my cochlea
From hammer to anvil to stirrup
To the mesa we ride with timbrels and lyres.
\Gaily tripping lightly stepping
Through oceans of dandelions
Trailing the greening dew heel after heel.
The brae alive with pirouetting pansies and horns a-blare.
\Pixilation personified
The basso buffoon and bassoon collide
Would the afternoon fawn still respect the Buck-in-the-morning?