"Irish Jigger" genre: Folk Rock
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	I introduce this song as hopefully the beginning of a new tradition of Irish Non-Drinking songs. It's the winding story of my recovery. The title is a play on my ancestry as the ire in me that was once necessary to bottle up comes from Cork county. The Isle of Iona is a small isle off Scotland near Findhorn that was a ceremonial center for the Druids. Kathleen the Silky Selchie Seal is my new wife.
	CD: Manic Prana   Label: Gut Productions Credits: MA MA MA and ME ME ME
	Lyrics IRISH JIGGER Oh mister O'Dinan keep on shining keep on smiling be the weeping willow tree billowing in the breeze little people in your leaves mischievous and green there's a genie in the bottle he's a mean old soak he'll give you three swishes and then you'll start to choke on the size of your desires and the wideness of your yoke you tip the flask and in a tragic flash everything you love goes up in smoke don't pry the rye open and get soaked you'll end up whining with the winos albino white open all night ghosts trading all the light for just one more I've been lashed to the mast ears waxed programmed past enticing sirens but now I'm sailing free at last humbly aproaching the Isle of Iona Kathleen kiss of sweet Celtic sea hear my heartfelt plea be my silky sechie seal and we'll swim and frollick in warm milky reverie I'll hide your hide in my memory deep in my chest slowly breathing life into this sordid story with the ragged threads of old war stories we'll spin glorious golden poetry please don't pull the cork you'll wind up falling to the floor seeing messages through the bottle warped poor me poor me pour me drinks till I'm sore ten years spent off the deep end of dependency an odd oddessy I'm finally coming home cast away from polite society to the Isle of Iona my pixie mistress appears and disappears in the mist like a will o' the wisp her fiery kiss expires quick the fickle sylph flees her tryst and the convoluted plot takes another twist you get what you pray for it may be delayed more but it'll come before you're bored lasso you with a golden cord and ride you swollen groaning through to the sunrise delightfully sore please don't pull the cork you know how the ire land ends at the shore that angry place will abate and the whirling pool will not erase the sores and you've been lost in that frothy sea dispirited before rode the junkie junket till lack of love sunk it bloated floating soaked to the core my wasted body washed ashore on the Isle of Iona your smile shone and my denial was finally blown

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