Category Archives: International Relations

Modern Song

I want to commit suicide but I haven’t got the guts.

Don’t you know I’m nuts?

I want to share my misery and pain with you.

I think that’s the right thing to do.

You’re nuts too.

You enjoy my stuff because you are a misery boots.

I don’t give two hoots.

I am a comedian on stage, I give vent to rage.

A funny thing happened on the way to the loony bin.

Or alcoholic treatment place or drugs clinic, where do I begin?

I am depressed and I want the world to know.

Its my ego, its not small, I am a bomb about to blow.

Yeah, well, so people get killed at pop shows, so what?

I have the ticket money, thanks a lot.

I made sense once but I forgot.

Cheer up some other voice said.

It could be worse, you could be dead.

Who says everything is futile?

Some guy who forgot how to smile.

Life is awful, you’ll get over it in a while.

Is there no place for laughter, none for joy.

Not from this boy.

I say life is a one way suicide trip.

And people say I’m hip.

There is a word, masochist, look it up.

When you understand its meaning I might shut up.

And drink the loving cup.

In the meantime, okay, eat my turds.

You don’t understand words.

Because you don’t want to, it doesn’t suit you.

People like you shoot you.

Wallow like a pig.

Call me mister big.

Since when has it been best to be insane?

As that stupid saying has it, feel my pain.

Your pain is self inflicted.

You are addicted.

Grow up, get out more, life your life you fool.

Did you learn insanity at school?

Okay, I’ve had my say, I don’t eat vomit.

I prefer Wallace and Gromit.

I smoke and smoking is mad so I’m mad too.

Just like you.

I am the meaning of this song.

If I gave you a rope would you say so long?

Who has the cure, you or me?

Wait and see.

I do not choose misery and woe.

I go.

And so do you, what are you, Asian flu?

Solve the Arab Israeli conflict and I’ll believe you.

You are not the answer.

Chancer.

As for me, I am a dancer.

You are a romancer and romance is false.

I prefer rock‘n’roll to the waltz.

I too have faults.

If you see yourself in this song well, hello.

I don’t want to say I told you so.

Music should be fun or transcendental.

Not, as we say in Ireland, mental.

Is there a place for gentle?

Tich Ennis

1st August, 2018

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World Leaders

See what Trump is up to and Theresa May.

See what world leaders are up to, allow them have their say.

Then go away.

Some say the news is bad for you, it drives you mad.

You’re better off ignoring it, it makes you sad.

Kings, dictators, and all the other blokes.

Are they comedians, do they tell jokes?

Is it funny, do they want your money?

Many have accounts abroad and are very rich.

What about people in the ditch?

Tich Ennis

26th December, 2017

Objectivity 101

Objective about others but not yourself, does that hit home?

Are you the pope of Rome?

Seeing things from others point of view is all very well on the road to Hell.

Or only from your own, leave me alone.

You may infer, I may imply, and on and on until we die.

So objectivity is not possible someone said I don’t know who. You?

Absolute subjectivity may be a contradiction in terms.

Your body may be eaten by worms.

Are absolutes absolutely wrong?

You be the judge, I end my song.

I’m not quite sure about one line here, so what?

That’s your lot.

Tich Ennis

22nd December, 2017

One Day

If I said something totally one sided some of you would agree.

That’s not me.

You see.

Or rather, don’t.

Because you won’t.

It wouldn’t suit you.

So they shoot you.

The opposite point of view.

How like you.

I am on both sides and all sides at once.

Call me a dunce.

Maybe no side at all.

Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall.

One day I may make it clear.

When I have your ear.

What you already know.

I told you so.

Should I spell it out?

Say get the Hell out?

You’re good at that, damn good I say.

I’ll try another way.

One day you may have enough of acting tough.

Run out of lies and alibis.

When that day comes I’m here.

Join me in a beer.

Good cheer!

Tich Ennis

2nd December, 2017

Who Shoots First?

Okay, international relations are at a critical point.

Someone’s nose is out of joint.

If I bomb you should you bomb me too, two can play that game.

Eternal shame.

Go on punk, make my day, I’ll blow you to smithereens.

Human beings.

It was ever thus, why make a fuss?

Will there be any left of us?

Here comes my bus.

I know I’m just a slob.

Someone has to do this job.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017

Great Irish Singer Requires Agent

Do you sincerely want to be rich? You have heard of John McCormac, Brendan Bowyer and Bono. They are not all dead, or not quite. How would ten to twenty per cent grab you?

Only music lovers need apply. Age, gender, nationality and experience no disadvantage. Agents should have no ego, I have enough for two. Internet and social media savvy needed in this day and age.

What do I want? Physical cd sales, also downloads for my album Great Irish Songs mastered by BeardFire Music of Dublin. Rohan Healy of BeardFire said this:

           All in all I think it’s sound really good, the performances are lovely, great song selection. Has the feeling of sitting around the kitchen singing the great old songs, very nice.

                   Local people to whom I have sold or given away my cd have said they like or love it. Ordinary type people, the majority!

What is an agent? What does an agent do? See this, off the internet:

https://www.careersinmusic.com/personal-manager/

A small record label anywhere in the world is preferred by me because more approachable and personable. I like the personal touch, all the way.

I am 76 years old, a unique selling point (USP), new kid on the block. There are forty million Americans of Irish descent, a large market. But not only Irish people like Irish stuff, how about James Joyce or President Kennedy? Sinead O’Connor?

Here are 3 tracks from my 34 track Great Irish Songs album. You be the judge.

Cockles And Mussels         Phil The Fluter’s Ball

About Tich Ennis

Would you like to be my agent? Write to:

Tich Ennis

Reality

Seaview Avenue

Arklow

Co. Wicklow

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Tich Ennis

26th October, 2017

Choice

To convince those who don’t want to know.

To tell the truth before I forever go.

This is a Herculean task.

A big ask.

Quite obviously almost all is wrong.

Hear the news, sing the blues, a sad, sad song.

Greed for power, money, fame.

All the same I’m glad I came.

Nothing is not what I want to do.

There’s work to be done for me and you.

I sing my song of right and wrong.

I ask how long, oh Lord, how long?

Set us free from eternal me.

You, the other, must come first.

Or else we’re cursed.

Do you want best or worst?

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017