Royal indeed it is my Scottish mile,
May I borrow your body awhile,
Your brew gives me just the smile,
I'll save you forever in my travelers file!!

Another year now, another year new,
whiskey, one too many a few,
like strangers who haven' a clue,
one more night, at the backpacker's blue!!

Now or never, those eyes shine forever,
in my senses, in my heart, in my pyre,
bagpipes printed over the hogmanay's flyer,
singin, hey ya'll, cry me a ****** river!!

Stars Glisten Upon The Waters Blackened Surface,
As Cold Currents Tango With Leaping Comets,
Waves Quietly Lap Against A Ragged Shoreline,
While A Fire Dances Upon The Damp Sands,
And A Sturdy Song Weaves Through The Forest,
A Deep Bass Embeds Itself Into A Beating Heart,
And Shoots Up Towards The Billions Of Stars,
The Same Stars Which Rooted Themselves Into,
The Desperate Eyes Of Millions Before

Am I capable of so much pain?
Third eye shut, an illusion of fear
Nothing to gain?
I wish for the world to stop and to spin,
Instead of falling down under Him

Perhaps the cracks will heal with some glue
A couple staples, some scotch tape--
Good as new?
Pretending instead of mending I keep on the road
The grass is inviting but the signs forbid

Instant soup remedies the common flu
But what I need is a cure for you

Laughter calls me back from catatonic
A ripple of reality comes rushing in to fill the holes
I lay down on the grass, staring at the shapes in the sky
Why did I have to get so high?

All alone
in the dark
listening to old Martin Denny LPs

I drain my last bottle of bourbon,
extinguish a cigarette that tastes nothing

A single tear falls gently from my left eye

I blow my nose in my left sock
and fall asleep on the sofa

Making new frames out of broken china,
the walls came crumbling down.
Out of new frames I make the greatest picture the world has ever found.
Of all the licks of orange,
the fabric torn,
the world and all it's sounds;
it would be you,
you and a box of matches to burn the whole thing down.
The whole thing down.

I returned to the shack
Closed the door behind me
Lit the fire
I was back
I was me
My masks hanging on the walls like
Trophies
All those sad and sick masks
Reminders of who I’ve been
Time after time
I’m running out of reasons to be sad
I love my new self-confined freedom
I don’t even mind the loneliness outside
The cold thick snow
Doesn’t bother me at all

Magical mind
Believing in communication of eyes
Heart can always open more
When you don’t expect it
When you wait for it for ages
Anytime
Limits and boundaries
Words of endless possibilities
Outlining new worlds
Never entered before
Just by occasional
wolves