Terrible Beauty
CEAD MILE FAILTE
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STATIONS OF THE CROSS
I’m Seamus Station
I’m the boss
Come on in
Tourist or refugee
Hear the blarney
And the goosesteps
In synchronicity
Fancy a Joyce walk
Or a talk on O’Casey
By the Abbey
Where we spat in his well
A very popular
site
In our virtual hell
I invented a culture
Drank it dry
Dug up the dead
Drained the maggots from
their head
Dressed them up in ringlets
And called it
dancing
Traditional historical hysterical
I’m
building a hotel
On the hill of Tara
Landscape gardens
Artificial lakes
And I’m buying back
the snakes
I’m cutting the drive
Through the
ancient oaks of the Celt
Cos there’s nothing like ripping
off yourself
And I’m all speeded up
And
the gravy train has run amok
And there’s no level
crossing
And me head keeps turning and tossing
In
porter and fear
And I can’t forget O’Casey
Sure
there’s no prostitutes here
