stephen james smith - dublin, you are كلمات الأغنية
dublin you are grey brick upon brick
full of tarmac and hipster pr-cks?
just face it all other places pale in comparison
you are more than some former saxon garrison
dublin your warmth came too late for john corrie
dublin are you even sorry?
dublin you are divided by more than the liffey
you said yes to equality
and it’s about blooming time
yet dublin you always proclaimed to cherish all!
dublin your panties are on capel street
compromising any papal feats
dublin jedward, awkward…
dublin you are more than a settlement on the poddle
but dublin what’s the craic with coddle?
it’s sh-te, why don’t we just admit it!
dublin you brought back sam again, but
dublin when did you go from
the clash of the ash, to exchanging gold for cash?
dublin, dyflin, eblana, baile átha cliath
and 180 other tongues your citizens are using to name ya…
so céad míle fáilte to all
dublin where power is held by too few in the dáil
dublin when will you revolt again?
1988 wasn’t your true millennium
despite the 50ps & milk bottles
dublin you’re mine, but i’m happy to share you
dublin from rté, tcd, ucd, u2, siptu, ifsc
and acrimonious temple bar stds, ods & omgs!
no longer the 2nd city, yet you play 2nd fiddle
to google & guinness
to facebook and unsociable twits
dublin look at yourself
dublin your tower blocks & tenements
are an excuse for a solution
dublin c’mere ‘till i tell ya
you can be more than
rapid dirtbirds & banjaxed bowsies
alrigh’ story bud & yeah sure it’s all good
jaysis that’s scaldy
why go baldy
i’m excira & delira
dublin i cry for ya!
dublin you’re a tough b-st-rd
yet full of the softness of all of the people on your streets
margaret dunne dancing on o’connell street
the diceman tom mcginty miming on grafton street
pat ingoldsby with his poems on westmoreland street
and your mollys, malone, ivers & bloom
to daily-sally-sandy-mounts…
from the gospel of kelly, drew, mckenna, & sheahan
to borstal boys like brendan behan
two gallants rejoycing, and eveline looking out to sea
snow falling slowly on the dead in glasnevin
glen & markéta once strolling
to christy brown willfully controlling a foot
to paint pictures & poems
to your heroines
brenda fricker the city’s mother
maureen o’hara an enchanting other
dublin you are boom & bust
running wilde & swift
dublin can i trust you?
dublin your true blue is harry clark’s cobalt
dublin from a thin lizzy, dicey reilly
to a fluzzy in a jacuzzi god fearin’
dublin shooting down veronica guerin
dublin you are bang-bang, 40 coats
zozimus a blind street poet
dublin you are all of us
and all who are yet to come
so let’s go to the gravediggers and have a pint
dublin remember stardust and all your waltzing lovers
dublin big jim’s arms are outstretched to a risen people
yet are we under the thumb again?
dublin your gpo columns are scarred from the crackle of gunshots
dublin your cctv will never yield your essence like the shots
of arthur fields man on bridge
you are the poolbeg towers
and the poor shower
begging on bachelor’s walk
dublin you’re all talk, yet you have my attention
from robbie keane to paula meehan
dublin’s calling, ohh ahh paul mcgrath, while some say up the ra
dublin bridging caps with joyce & beckett
and finally to rosie hackett!
dublin paddy finnegan was forced to sell
the big issue on your streets
while daffodil mulligan was played to bodhrán beats
dublin you say delish
dublin you are full of polish
and brazilians speaking portuguese
and now the chinese
have turned parnell street into chinatown
dublin don’t let them down
dublin don’t forget ‘no blacks, no dogs, no irish’
dublin perish the thought of you being racist
dublin cú chulainn has fled the gpo, and heading for monto
dublin your bay embraces despite the sellafield sea
and your mountains frame all your natural beauty
dublin a wailing banshee stricken with t.b
dublin you’re european, but could be craggy island in disguise?
gabriel conroy is heading west because of an epiphany
just sayin’ dublin you only painted your post boxes green!
is the abbey doing all you’d dreamed?
dublin you are notorious for clampers, senators & seagulls
to celtic tiger & septic tanks
to singing highkings & rampaging vikings
dublin come here
take me for a teddy’s and a romantic stroll down the pier…
dublin you are
a dancing place, a sprawling sp-ce
of villages and many faces on the edge
of an island that’s eroded by the atlantic
battling with being romanticized
dublin are you dynamic?
struggling with ident-ty?
changing for the better?
changing for us?
dublin don’t be scared
to change
don’t be
scared!
we’re
with you
always
dublin
my friend
my home
mentioned
50 times
in this poem
we live in you
my city
mo chroí
i love you
most of the time
you see…
dublin you are
me!
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