Something deep and mystical in this podcast episode. I came across Whyte’s work while visiting a museum in Dublin in 2019. #podcast
Tag: poetry
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Steam Packet (Offshore Bank Accounts)
I hear they are catching on to this in America. The Eu fair trade wonders too if big business really does benefit anyone. A simple song, sung in a low key kind of way.
Who is indebted to who
When they provide vital links
They don’t like the deal
They just go bust
When they employ so many
who owns who
in the name freedom
What can you do
big business is kind
big business is tolerant
When they make lots of money
for offshore bank accounts
Western democracy told you that you were free
while the birds and bees keep you busy
revelation at the bottom of your glass
that you were sold what you already owned
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Legend of Bonnie Prince Thomas
This is the Legend of Bonnie Prince Thomas
Bonnie Prince Thomas, he had a good ideal
He said let’s go out Hunting
Kill ourselves some deer
Squire John Joseph who could not tell the tale
Yet he stood forward and said loud and clear
It is not good to kill those animals
It is not good to hunt those animals
It is not good to hunt them animals
It is not good to hunt them animals
Bonnie Prince Thomas looked far and near
Everyone was staring at him but he did not fear
He said I like to hunt shooting rabbits and dear
What a good clean shot right between the ears
And the chorus said
It is not good to hunt those animals
It is not good to hunt them animals
It is not good to hunt them animals
Squire John Joseph had created a situation
Somewhat explosive
Bonnie Prince Thomas was in Trouble
Outnumbered 50 to one he took off on the double
Headed toward the woods with his favourite Gun
And the chorus followed…..
It is not good to hunt those animals
It is not good to hunt them animals
It is not good to kill them animals
Written By S McHillbilly Published: MadHatters © 1995
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Bird of Slumber
I have just appeared out of the vacuum
I found it so hard to explain
My spirit has been consumed
No emotions now remain
I just want to disappear
into the emptiness of the air
look into the mirror
and find no reflection there
Find that bird of slumber
Nestle underneath its wings
The days shall pass without number
no more heartache shall they bring
From the hills, laughter is ringing
A great multitude are rejoicing
Poets by the riverside are singing
Or they are happy innocence is voicing
Through the dreary streets, I turn
Searching for relief
Down corridors of loneliness
My head bowed down in sorry grief
In my heart lays the desert
which the wind is blowing
enveloped in a silence
Which forever is growing
Written By S McHillbilly, adapted Cousin Lee Published MadHatters © 1994
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Into the sun
Don’t you want to come in from the cold
I’ve seen you standing out there alone
The street is full of souls that moan
and I am along way from home
Let me sit and be one
fall into the sun
Where I longed to be
Life without fear
The laughter and smiles
light that sparkles in warm & cold days
Innocence radiates from my love’s face
The curves and colour from her head to her waist
Let me sit and be one
fall into the sun
Where I longed to be
Life without fear
The Joy she brings inside her heart
The smile she imparts
I see what is grace
and I know that I would never leave
I could forgot all that has caused me strife
and change my entire life
Let me sit and be one
fall into the sun
Where I longed to be
Life with out fear
Written By Cousin Lee © 1993
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