A Play For The Gallery - Jørgen Dahl Moe

The gallery Come and dance through my vanity's halls Welcome to my exhibition Ornaments fall The fate of my art, condemned And the creative seed That grows to the tune of the harvest song Embody my lifelong passion Intertwine with the structures of my art Those empty frames staring at me One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas In honour of the birthless rebellion within me Every picture holds a tale Every shade tells of a thousand words The artistry of living chaos Is pictured in the poets tears Because everything burns The final concept Is all but a thought away Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay! My thoughts and words will come to right In my chamber where chaos conveys Kneel down to my desire Deep in the vaults of my carnal agony Emptiness! Orchestration through colours The gallery To never return to my guidance Burning my art

When I grow up I'm gonna play county All the girls will be all about me March behind the Artane boys band Climb the steps of the Hogan stand Sam Maguire, Liam McCarthy When I play for the county We'll be training hard No more chocolate bars Gym in the morning, getting up early Busting a gut with pride in the jersey Can you shoot left and right? Can you score goals and points? (Yeah) I've got no time for girls (I do) I just want helmets and hurls Training hard, getting fitter Sleeping with my hurley and sliotar When I grow up I'm gonna play county All the girls will be all about me March behind the Artane boys band Climb the steps of the Hogan stand Chicken fillets and broccoli When I play for the county (oh lord) People will know my name (they will) But I don't care about fame Ah sure all the same Be grand to see meself on the Sunday game (again) Make the big breakthrough A March league debut New tracksuits and gear This could be our year Throwing them over from 60 yards I might even get meself an all-star When I grow up I'm gonna play county All the girls will be all about me March behind the Artane boys band Climb the steps of the Hogan stand Sam Maguire, Liam McCarthy When I play for the county (oh) There'll be long trips home Defeats and broken bones (oh, me knee) Now you're getting older Watch out for that hefty shoulder (ow) Big ball, small ball any code We just want to make it to Jones' road When I grow up I'm gonna play county All the girls will be all about me March behind the Artane boys band Climb the steps of the Hogan stand Sam Maguire, Liam McCarthy When I play for the county When I play for the county (two johnnies, big ball, small ball) When I play for the county (whooo) When I play for the county (Ahh, Ahh you're unreal, ahh you're class, you're class yahh Ahh I love you ahh, yahh I'm jim-bob Ryan yahh)

When I first saw your gallery I liked the ones of ladies Then you began to hang up me You studied to portray me In ice and greens And old blue jeans And naked in the roses Then you got into funny scenes That all your work discloses "Lady, don't love me now, I am dead I am a saint, turn down your bed I have no heart," that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" Somewhere in a magazine I found a page about you I see that now it's Josephine Who cannot be without you I keep your housе in fit repair I dust the portraits daily Your mail comes hеre from everywhere The writing looks like ladies' "Lady, please love me now, I am dead I am a saint, turn down your bed I have no heart," that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" I gave you all my pretty years Then we began to weather And I was left to winter here While you went west for pleasure And now you're flying back this way Like some lost homing pigeon They've monitored your brain, you say And changed you with religion "Lady, please love me now, I was dead I am no saint, turn down your bed Lady, I have no heart," that's what you said "Well, I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" When I first saw your gallery I liked the ones of ladies But now their faces follow me And all their eyes look shady

Han e født i 97, ser ut som en nusesjul E mellom jobber, men har alltid no på gang Søv læng våken natta lang Lever life på gutterommet Hakke snus må alltid bomme E nok litt på tide å bli mann Så æ si te han, baby du e superstar Men du blir aldri stiv du are Å den appen du aldri blir ferdig Med, er det sikkert patent på et sted Baby du har instagame Mamma vasker rommet reint Hakke nokka å rekk men e alltid sein Mamma, mamma, ma, ma Men det går helt greit ohoh Får når du legger dæ over mæ glemme æ kor du bor Mamma, mamma, ma Ja, det går helt greit. Ohoh For når du tar på mæ glæd æ mæ bare te du blir stor Mamma, mamma, ma Æ spurt han om å flytte inn, men han mene hyra kun e svin Å der han kalle for kontoret står så greitt, ved sengekanten uansett Liverpool på sengesettet, tror du e blir kåt av dette? E nok kanskje litt på tide å bli mann Så e si te han Baby du e superstar Men du blir aldri stiv du are Å den appen du aldri blir ferdig Med, er det sikkert patent på et sted Baby du har instagame Mamma vasker rommet reint Har aldri nokka å rekk, men e alltid sein Mamma, mamma, ma, ma Men det går helt greit.,ohoh Får når du legge dæ over mæ glemme e kor du bor! Mamma, mamma, ma Ja, det går helt greit. Ooo Får når du tar på mæ glede æ me bare te du blir stor Mamma, mamma,ma Ja, du e superstar Huset eier mor å far Telefonregninga har du aldri sett FIFA og Fortnite e fett Du bruker mammas bil Bruker skikkelig fuck boy stiiil Treng itte lappen for mamma har alltid tid Mamma, mamma, ma, ma Men det går helt greit. Ooo For når du legger dæ over mæ glemme e kor du bor Mamma, mamma, ma Ja, det går helt greit. Ooo For når du tar på mæ gled æ mæ bare te du blkr