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Old Dúídin Fumes is a ballad for those smokers that love Irish clay pipes. The story tells that the village of Knockcroghery in County Roscommon,

I took a sup of black gold
From a brown stained, china bowl,
Blue snake smoke from a pipe of Lou’siana rolled,
Lazy like from a white clay pipe

on and on and on and on

Thank you Rene Magritte
Nothing and no one's complete
We forgive you, Rene, forget
Non, je ne regrette

With your clay pipe in your hand
Nothing at all

freedom die

What now is trust
Once was scandal
No more fizzling like Kahoutek
Or stormy damsels

Do not buy
Mythological memes
Refusing to fade
The clay

Vermont, dog bite 
Radcliffe, clay pipe 
Daydream phenobarbital 

Flood Hill, fireflies
Crazy Eddie, Frankenstein
C2H6O

Now seems a good time

Before bar stools smelling of beer and nicotine
Clay pipes and cannons from the June mutiny
Of the maiden Batavia wrecked on the Morning Reef
Acoustic

Well watch ya man
Rub-a-dub a play from night to daylight
cnd di whole place ram up like seh it air tight
cnd man ah bun spliff and man ah bun clay pipe

in front of the fire --
Smoking his pipe of clay,
Mother takes in washing
So does sister Ann,
Everybody works at our house
But my old man.

Verse 2

happened

I wake up in Samarkand
And I wonder what the hell just happened

Poppies and clay pot pipes
Uighur and Kyrgyz
Cavalry stirrups and spurs
Housing

Sitting in my study
Drawing upon a pipe of clay
Simply sitting, smoking softly
I endure the remaining day.
Harder still fell the rain
Against

Lucius D Clay, Jimmy Carter's corn cob pipe
Missing the stem however he left that in Panama
But the bowl still smells like corn husk
There's Winston

we can still be best friends
Cause I'm not looking for attachments
Girl, that ain't in my plans

Teenage pipe dream, teenage pipe dream
I feel like

London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair Lady.

Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood

London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair Lady.

Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood

the pipe as he plays away 
Listen to the pipe as he plays the pipe as he plays away

Sometime s i cast shade on a being 
When the faders are mean 
My clay

Why don't you like to be called clay anymore
No clay was not my name
Clay was a white mans name it was a slaves name
And i'm no longer clay i'm no

I got pipes and I got money maybe, you shouldn't know about it
Got Mickey Cobras round me, they some snakes what my surroundings

We was t'd up
My

as cold as the clay.

I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did say as I boldly stepped by
Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story

strong like I'm Arnold (Da)
I'll Fuck up the country like Donald
Break into your spot bitch it's getting remodeled
I'm hiding the pipe j like Mario
One

tied back
And his socks to a high
Down a half pipe all the way
Bound to his brothers 
Set as solid as stone
Like a statue made from clay
Positioned

your pipe 
Big body, big body yah

Back in the day when I was a teenager
You could find me blowing up with a pager
You could find me popping off

You don’t like me now? Shit.
 In the stu got them pipes around
 Feel like boosie in 06’ better wipe me down
 They thought it was a mosh pit how I fight

to a soap box
We may have you play a fool
We may hold you for ransom
Or strip your golden rules

Cause you're a slice of moldy clay
Rather clueless

to a soap box
We may have you play a fool
We may hold you for ransom
Or strip your golden rules

Cause you're a slice of moldy clay
Rather clueless