Fool’s Paradise

last night around the time
when the queues were nowhere near fine
and the streets were filled with red and blue lights
it was nettlesome
i wouldn’t call it bright

when the air smelled of dripping dreams
thanks to the uniform and diffident queens
waiting in lines eagerly to pass the man
just to make memories
they themselves won’t be a fan

to do things tonight
that can’t be done tomorrow day
to tell a story that’s alright
and leave behind the horrors of grey

but don’t let all this
make a fool out of you

this town’s a different town today
this town’s a different town to what it was last night
you couldn’t have done that on a sunday
of course not

now don’t let all that pretty face
give you butterflies around your base

that girl’s a different girl today
i said, that girl’s a different girl to what you kissed last night
you couldn’t have done that on a sunday
of course not

but i can’t say the same for those presumptuous non-settling monkey suits
i just can’t

last night what we talked about
it made so much sense
but now the haze has ascended
it doesn’t make any sense anymore


i knew
there was something coming
it had to be
it was
meant to be
i could sense it
so did
everyone sitting around
the open place
charmed by
those beautiful instruments
by people from
around the world
living life
on that wonderful
irish land.

or maybe not.

maybe they didn’t
sense that coming
but it was
all over the place
in every motivated breath
you take
in every puff of smoke
that intimidates you
right in your eyes
hits your
tipsy soul
and makes you wonder
what it will be like
when it hits you
nothing like
you’ve been having
since all night now.

maybe nobody imagined
or ever wondered
but i was waiting
among the cheering people
for that exact moment.

and then it came
decided to stood by
glances were exchanged
i felt them
inhaling the deep breath
this was calm
before the storm
and then suddenly
the next moment
it was all