Author: Michael Shaw

I learned not to say much of nothing So I figure you already know But in case you don’t or maybe you forgot I’ll lay it out real nice and […]

Let me die in my footstepsBefore I go down under the ground. Bob Dylan

Summer, Buddy Holly, the working follyGood golly, Miss Molly and boatsHammersmith Palais, the Bolshoi BalletJump back in the alley and nanny goatsEighteen wheeler Scammells, Dominica camelsAll other mammals plus equal […]

I wished I was in Austin in the Chili Parlor BarDrinking Mad Dog Margaritas and not caring where you areBut here I sit in Dublin just rolling cigarettesHolding back and […]