Walk On The Wild Side (Lou Reed)

We spoke of Raglan Road and Grafton Street
Indeed a few years ago you and I walked
From the former to the latter on our way
To the Gresham Hotel down O’Connell Street
Where the men of the cloth wined and dined
Of course we looked into the cloisters
Of Trinity College where many years before
I had begun to lose myself and find myself

Found by talking with Professor PJ O’Reilly
Who asked if he may join me for dinner
Found by buying and then reading
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
In the airport departure lounge
Where also I spotted
The brothers and the sisters of the faith
Priests resplendent in velvet robes
And crocodile skin shoes
With nuns carrying their personalised
Versace leather handbags

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Daydream Believer (Monkees)

Would you like to come into my bed
Isn’t that what you always wanted
Please pick yourself up from my floor
For that you see is what I always wanted
From first sight to longer view
I said to myself yes why oh yes
From breaking light to morning dew
I thought to myself why yes oh how blessed

To slip together so easily
To lay there free and swell
Abroad on your breasts so eagerly
Such had the fires of fate to sell
In and out and to and fro
Our words no more than gasps
Up and down and back and forth
Oh how those lips of lust we clasped

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Let It Be (Beatles)

Sedum Palustre, Sedum Rotundifolium
Serums of ecstasies
Serums of saints and sinners
Sedums of successful procreation
Latin first and Latin last
Latin for lover’s communication
Lothario with his poems of pasts
Latin to the point of fornication

Let it be then let it be
The chosen words where it was ok
Let me see then let me see
The chosen words were encouraging
Yet not to be said again
No, no more those words to be spoken
Neither on the pillows nor the bed
Words of sex so even-handedly unopened

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She (Charles Aznavour)

Soft submissive sands
There to place hands
Softly upon your navel
Warm instilling thoughts
That we ought to didn’t we
We ought to go a little further
Further into the deep of night
Further to the hopes of our saviour

Tender is the skin
The skin which so so calmly says
Pray won’t you please come on in
Enter but enter slowly and fondle
Feel the storms begin to rise
With those wanton wish-fulfilling sighs
Yes oh yes we should oh yes we should be sated
Be together yes sated together as now as later

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500 Miles (Proclaimers)

You slide about
On packed white snow
I walk into town
In search of toothpaste and slippers
You post a streaming video
So that your friends and folks might know
I on the other hand
Remain mute about listening to The Hunter

Once more as before
You bag another Scottish Munro
Whilst for our tea on Thursdays
We have milk-boiled kippers
You sang in abundant joy
At the Portuguese karaoke show
Albeit against a disapproving face
As black as abject thunder

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