Who does not adore the sound. Of music in the name of towns. To build a city on such picturesque ground. That takes some sort of flair. We draw a line the ink is fear. You stay that side we'll stay here. It's far harder to keep it up. Than to tear it down. Does it take you back to the kind of world. Hindsight calls the good old days ?. Now that there's no room in an Einstein world. For simple cause and effect. Dublin Dublin home of pretty Coleens. Dublin Dublin nurse of such bitter dreams. Behind the soft and peachy skin. Where D.N.A. or God begin. Where sub-Gaelic rot sets in. With stories from your mother. In myths and less exalted forms. The heady cocktail glory is born. You know it's not a bottled storm. So why do you indulge it ?. Dublin Dublin home of pretty Coleens. Dublin Dublin nurse of such bitter dreams.