bodach brist as aonais chlaiginn

hallo hallo ciamar a tha sibh uile. Cac nan con, is iomadh mallachd eile air mise agus mo dhuthaich. Alba nam bodach is nan cailleachan a tha gar riaghladh airson ar puinnseanachadh agus mar sin air adhairt. Co-dhiu, gun dail, seo dan;

With hunger my corpse twitches
With sleep it twitches more
My death has come to this it seems
The end of sap, of pith, of gore
The dwindling strength in my rigid limbs
Gropes for the hand of my bride
Who murdered me for her revenge
I spoke to her too much, I tried
But failed before her appetite
And ego, oh I left her cursed
She'll sleep alone tonight
And ever after in her hearse
She'll wonder where she went astray
Why look for love in the worst
My reason speaks to her alone
Be responsible for those you lust
No fleeting glee is here
By god and all his minions
I'll see you smitten to me dear
But her stubbornness is all in fun
And she crushed me like a fly
Because my corpse was stricken
In the grave in which I lie
Then she dug me up and listened
For my pleas of conciliation
But her shovel cracked my skull
As my words began to fail
At the beauty of my killer's hull

Cha b'urrainn dhomh cail a lorg mu dheidhinn Alba, ach seo fear mu dheidhinn fearas-riaghlaidh mar as abhaist

Presidents are all fascistic
Kings are dead and worse
The future of the community
Is beign led out in a hearse
As the leaders of the police state
Proclaimed their message of peace
In all shades of democracy
The cry was give it some grease
The oppression we never notice
The murders we avoid in shame
The death of freedom came at night
And nobody took the blame
For the on-going crimes of the white man
In Korea there's five million dead
And here there's no hope for my friends
Their brains collapsed as they bled
And onward to a world incarcerated
Or executed by your choice
Either jailer, cop or psychiatrist
Will be the one to silence your voice
And whether they do it for malice
Or take orders from those at the top
The choice is between anarchy
Or death from a fascist on the job

So dan feargach dhaibh

Daily dementia
While poising at the gates of hell
My time is retrogressive
I'll end up dead before I'm well
But if I shoot the doctors
Their hearts will fill with molten clay
And I'll be embarrassed
If I'm not martyred by the end of day
Too many monsters
To hearken back to peaceful times
I'm broken and heartless
But vengeance surely will be mine
As doom befalls the Labour fascists
The Tory staats don't have a chance
I'd rather listen to J Mascis
Than vote for anyone in a trance
Monsters come and victimise
With harpy's blood our lungs are filled
But all the harpies are republican
With democrats our hopes are nil
There is no future for democracy
There is no future for the Reich
Only in a stateless communism
Will mankind's days emerge from night
So socialise the means of production
Expropriate the state
Thatcher dies under Blunkett's hearse
The end is near for hate
And psychiatry will be abolished
As soon as socialism comes
Anarchism is the war of classes
Sedation means that no-one comes

Agus a-nis fear eibhinn

Jack MacConnell is a fascist
He sucks blood cells daily
Kowtowing to his London masters
To crucify the poor and saintly
The Kurds who're dying at his demand
Shouldn't die but kill
All immigrants should shoot patricians
Of every sort, the graves to fill
With murderers of humanity
The nazi-heirs without end
For where is the justice in choosing
To deny the brotherhood of men
By rascist policies enclosing
Humanity in its rage
If we can't rise up
And rid ourselves of this governmental plague
It's just that others do so
And remind us what they flee
In all countries in the world
Be it Kurdistan or Zimbabwe
There is no peace not now
When men live under states
But if they kill their masters
There'll be an end to hate
Here we fight psychiatry
We're doped up to the eyes
And haven't got the strength to fight
The duces and their lies
But if a man from worlds
That don't know sedation
Should shoot our crowned kings
There'll be general elation

Agus sin e bhuainne a-nochd air radio nan gloic, chun an ath thuras, oidhche mhath leibh.