On Saturday August 11th all you Londoners have a unique chance to witness one of Irelands troubador punk poets, Jinx Lennon, live and free at Dialogue Culture Space, Vyner Street.

I am posting here the lyrics of one of his songs The City of Styrofoam cups’ about homelessness in Ireland or anywhere and a link to the music.  You have to experience his shows live to understand the truth and passion that is delivered by this artist in each and every concert he gives.  He is a rare and precious thing.  Not to be missed.  Limited places, please come early to avoid disappointment.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFVupYrvmEU&feature=related

I pissed around for years, was a dead loss,
I ended up in a place called Fas learning about fork lifts and inventory.
On the last day the instructors told us they’d take us out for a feed of drink.
“You’re on the brink of success” they said “now lads” in a patronising voice.
I knew I was going to be back in hole yeah, back on the dole yeah,
I turned the keys in the ignition.
It was a beautiful blue and yellow winter’s evening
I went up to the city of Styrofoam cups yeah

 

 

Jinx Lennon

 

 

 

 

 

The city of Styrofoam cups:
from faraway the city is a great big chandelier
but when you get near
the light begins to separate, and you see a different landscape yeah, a different landscape.
What’s that over there? Is it Casper the friendly ghost
with a white sheet?
No it’s a blanket to put over somebody’s knees,

an empty cola cup staring on genuflection staring on looking up
the city of Styrofoam cups yeah.

 

I crashed my car in a place called Ormonde quay –
to my best recollection the person that crashed into me had a smig on his chin
not unlike that of a goat.
He was from Navan.
I knew right well when he heard a damage quote
the same individual would not be able to help but gloat.
We took each others details and went our separate ways.
My head was in a mess,
I went looking round for the bibles of pink flesh,
needed some erotic images to help me pass the test
in the city of Styrofoam cups yeah.

 

The city of Styrofoam cups yeah:
from faraway the city looks a great big chandelier
but when you get near
the light begins to separate, and you see a different landscape yeah, a different landscape.
What’s that over there? Is it Casper the friendly ghost
with a white sheet?
No it’s a blanket to put over somebody’s knees an empty cola cup staring on genuflection staring on looking up
the city of Styrofoam cups yeah.

 

I round the corner, without warning, I looked down on the ground,
there was a young thing about 7 or 8 years of age.
She had a Elgin marble pale face.
I threw her a few coins to keep my conscience at bay hoping they would go away.
Across the street I could smell Neapolitan and Italian food.
Through transparent glass a young man had his hand on his girlfriends ass,
they looked like an ad for British Airways.
Where are you going on holidays in the city of Styrofoam cups yeah?
And they can see all the big buildings like the spire standing straight and proud
but they should be the shape of bent bananas.
There’s a lot of people out there should be wearing bananas

in the city of
the city of
the city
the city
the city
the city of

 

The city of Styrofoam cups yeah:
from faraway the city looks like a great big chandelier
but when you get near
the light begins to separate, you see a different landscape
a different landscape.
What’s that over there? Is it Casper the friendly ghost
with a white sheet?
No it’s a blanket to put over somebody’s knees an empty cola cup staring on genuflection staring on looking up

 

What were you doing?
You were standing at the old grey silver bridge.
You were moved along by a man in a blue uniform who looked like he was just fresh out of nappies.
He was doing anything to keep the government happy.
They saw you as a potential form of infection.
“We don’t want transients” they said “coming up to the European presidential election” yeah.
The war is in a rut but you’re no cigarette butt
you know in your heart from the start.

 

The city of Styrofoam cups yeah:
from faraway the city is a great big chandelier
but when you get near
the light begins to separate, and you see a different landscape.
What’s that over there? Is it Casper the friendly ghost
with a white sheet?
No it’s a blanket to put over somebody’s empty knees yeah

moving on running on staring on looking up
the city of Styrofoam cups yeah
the city
the city of Styrofoam cups
staring on, staring out, looking on, looking round, looking down,
the city of Styrofo
am cups yeah
the city
the city of Styrofoam cups yeah
the city
the city of Styrofoam cups yeah
the city of Styrofoam cups yeah
the city of Styrofoam cups yeah

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