David Keenan - Bless the Mad Ones

Have you ever heard of anyone who took the soup?
I'm standing over a pot of mesmeric stew, my reflection reflecting well he claps with one hand. I return in kind with a constellation of smiles. I see a girl approaching, she wears a high vi's vest. She takes the Star of David and she holds it to her breast. I think you are mistaken, no I'm not the one you seek but I've been living in his body now for the best part of a week. Bless all the Mad ones I am a mad man mad to live mad to love mad to know mad to grow.
Madness is passion and passion bears fruit, eat all the apple and swallow the pips. Have you read the bylaws? Well I've kicked the goodbye laws off the back of a stranger's hand in the phoenix park after dark weeping ash falls from eyelids. Bathe in the flame, redeem your family's name. Well the reprimanded liar, takes the star down from the plough, throws his hands around the pint glass and drinks to the health of the fattened cow and then the hyperactive hard man sends these words out laced with venom, but we all laugh in his direction because he's wearing double denim.Bless all the Mad ones I am a mad man mad to live mad to love mad to know mad to grow.
Madness is passion and passion bears fruit, eat all the apple and swallow the pips. Take me to the place where all the great songs go to die so I may learn the righteous rattlings off by heart and call them mine. Listening to the whisperings of the ghosts in the machine I'll transcribe the Holy word from the fertile mind of the barren Queen.
Sí do mhaimeo í, 'sí do mhaimeo í
'Sí do mhaimeo í, cailleach an airgid
'Sí do mhaimeo í, ó Bhail' Iorrais Mhóir í
'S chuir-feadh sí cóistí 'r bhóithre Chois Fharraige
'Measann tú, 'bpósfa', 'measann tú 'bpósfa'
'Measann tú, 'bpósfa', beirt ar an mbaile seo?
Tá 's a'm nach 'bpósfa', tá 's a'm nach 'bpósfa
Mar tá sé ró-óg 'gus dólfadh sé'n t-airgead
Sí do mhaimeo í, 'sí do mhaimeo í
'Sí do mhaimeo í, cailleach an airgid
'Sí do mhaimeo í, ó Bhail' Iorrais Mhóir í
'S chuir-feadh sí cóistí 'r bhóithre Chois Fharraige
Bless all the Mad ones
I am a mad man mad to live mad to love mad to know mad to grow.
Madness is passion and passion bears fruit, eat all the apple and swallow the pips.

Written by:
David Keenan

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