wrote this in 2007, always meant to make a cool video of meself on the election trail but the past week of imovie crashing has made me churn out this instead. its on guerrilla love songs. The dialect is from a speech made in 1982. it goes a little something like this;
in the morning i would count
the striplights on the valley floor
and the rabid sounds that wrung
in the bow legged city's bowels
on the teaming banks of liffey
they will charge you for the entry,
the exit and the wound oh lord
thick is thicker than water
a shame to the boss
it was the best i could count
what the welfare would allow
a gamble on a trojan horse
or the scrambles of a starving dog
on the teaming banks of liffey
where they charge you for the entry
listen to thenews oh lord and think about the brown waters - a shame to the boss
i could never count
the striplights on the valley floor
or the gaps between the clouds
but i remeber when the light went out
on the teaming banks of liffey
did they charge you for the entry
for the exit of the boss oh lord
for the peeling of the christchurch bell
a shame to the boss
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Zxb17OGD5g"]YouTube - a shame to the boss - captain a[/ame]
