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Thom Moore: Music

Gorgeous & Bright

(Thom Moore)
Monaghan was frozen,
snow fell night and day;
lighter hearts who'd chosen to
set out from Ballybay.
We meant to find Lough Egish,
but the world was dazzled white:
a fire was lit, we drank a bit,
and home before the night.

Gorgeous and bright, everything white,
even the Dublin road: a fire blazing
robs a heart of its load.

O my love, but life is
never easy days:
when you learn what "wife" is
you'll rue your girlish ways.
Bend to law: bud and go—
it's written in the stars;
but propagate you no mistakes, though,
when they close the bars.

Gorgeous and bright, everything right,
even with lights down low: a fire blazing
robs a heart of its load.

The epitaph you count on
is never what's in store:
"His metaphors—the bag of 'em—
were angular and sore." No:
"Wake me when I'm famous,"
that's what they heard him say,
so let's drink to him and Seamus,
and all who've got away.

Gorgeous and bright, everything right,
even on Raglan Road: a fire blazing
robs a heart of its load.

Gorgeous and bright, day out of night,
everywhere you go: a fire blazing
robs a heart of its load.