deoch, deoch is tuilleadh dibhe

Bha am fear ud mu dheidhinn na Boilseabhaics direach sgriosal, ach a-nis tha fear no dha ur agam dhuibh. Chaidh mi gu partaidh oidhche Shathairne, agus bha e math, bha an deoch orm gu ire nach d'rinn mi adhaltranas le te og a bha a' smeideadh rium, ach de an diofar? Tha mi a' ceannach torr CD's aig a' cheartuair, tha Mic is Nigheanan gle mhath, tha na Srianan Geala math fhein, ach tha MacCarthy nas fhearr buileach.

Leis an ire de dheoch air m'inntinn nach gabh cuidhteas dheth, seo am fear ur agam

Reason is as reason does
Track it down and you're lost
My quest to trace the roots of my sense
Has left these words below embossed
On my chest "Beware this walking corpse"
As the death in my mentality
Bids me rave against the night
As a pointless quest of my fatality
Like the singular wight
That the fledgling thoughts embraced
As the utopia I strained to touch
But flinched when her fingers traced
The words I found on my scalp
"I die for love more than once"
But every season I dig myself up
And take her out to lunch
Where we talk of the inevitability of death
And the quickening release of madness
Which keeps my mind under wraps
And aware of all her sadness
We've passed beyond the pale of love
And drift in the sea of individuality
There's nothing to bring us together again
My mind has snapped, there's finality
So reason was and reason lived
But unfortunately it died
As on the shores of the Roman Empire
The free gave up and cried
No more peace hereafter
Look what follows, ritual murder
And eventually the luftwaffe
Their bombs will fell the walls
That minds have built to protect their truth
"Humanity lives on, as a rock"
But reason no, It's been and gone
And my quest was just an aftershock

Tha sin gu math bronach, ach seo fear nas aighearaiche

Tomorrow, as with all the dead
Belongs to another story
Where I'm no longer ambulatory
And yellow mucus fills my head

The death that stalks beyond my bed
Encapsulates whole decades of time
That're only just propelled by rhyme
And not by mourning for the dead

Begone forthwith foul remembrance
I haven't died for this
I still struggle in a druggy trance

But for her hand her rounded thighs
My mind can still recall her breast
I ceased so as to recognise

tum ti tum, cha bhi moran air fhagail agam as deidh seo, chan eil e cho math sa bha mi'n duil, ach co-dhiu
Cheers
Daibhidh