STLL MOMENTS BY JIM BYRNE

All you have, Is withered in spoil,
That which you posses now possessed you,
Think of love, Less of toil,
For those  you love, You have to do.

Dearest heart, Life`s golden plan,
Opens happy doors,
Walk within, See his plan,
Love meets you at your core.

Turn your mind another way,
Leave this world with none,
Inner peace prevails today,
The money mind has gone.

The peace and stillness deep inside,
Gives so much more than things,
Brings true meaning to your life,
More than wealth can bring.

Something missing in spite of wealth,
Inner sunshine, Much of light,
Go inside, Walk your path,
Love prevails, Give up the fight.

HUNGRY HOURS BY JIM BYRNE

The poorest are your neighbours,
Do you care ? They just don`t live,
No food , No light, Some hungry hours,
Are you willing, Will you give.

Give to those who suffer most,
Hungry children, None should be,
Why so much and none for some,
Lend a hand, You will see.

Make a choice, Heat, Or light,
Food of life is rare,
Love the poor, Remove their plight,
Love today, You know you care.

No child should hunger, None should thirst,
Look inside your mind,
Help the small ones , Put them first,
Give what you can, Be kind.

Never judge the poor among you,
They just need some food and drink,
Are you doing all you can do,
Seeing sorrow makes you think.

SHOW EM BY JIM BYRNE

Ever upwards you can do it,
Kick some ass, Go out and do it,
Control your life, Things to do,
Why is life controlling you?

Did your teacher say you`re Rubbish,
Never be nothing on your own,
Get the hell out there son,
Make the old git groan.

Use your common, You have talent,
lose all those who brought you down,
Make the choice, Be relentless,
Get out there, Swim or drown.

Living hell, So no one loves you,
You can do this on your own,
A million things you want to do,
Do it, Do it, Don`t just moan.


Show them all you`re real gift,
In their minds you`ll see a shift,
lose them all, How good you are,
You are so special, Near and fair,

I had a thought just yesterday,
All this money coming my way,
I`ve so much i`ll share with you,
 Buy some cars, A house or Two.

THE OUTLAW BY JIM BYRNE

The wife`s mother lives with us,
All she does is winge,
When she stops her ranting,
She`s on a drunken binge.

Vodka is her tipple,
Abusive though in drink,
She hits me hard across the face,
And really chuffin stinks.

SBDs come thick and fast,
I want to get her out,
Iv`e never liked you  You ignorant slob,
I`ll give her such a clout.

I tell the wife it`s her or me,
I`ll not see her on the street,
Her corned beef legs and Sixteen chins,
And now her minging feet.

Iv`e not been good enough for her daughter,
The wife says so as well,
I stink and snore and fart a lot,
i wish they`d go to hell.

IM STANDING FOR ELECTION BY JIM BYRNE

About this tory government,
They cut and cut and cut,
We`re all in this together,
A dirty stinking rut.

Free telly for over Seventy Fives,
Most of us are dead by then,
Sack all tories, One by one,
Start with IDS and KEN,

On yer bike we all were told,
Get a job you lazy sods,
I`ve been in that house you know,
They`re all a bunch of snobs.

The council tax is way to high,
My bins not emptied much,
Please resign dear David Cameron,
You really have lost touch.

I`m standing for election,
Lets get rid of tories,
Skint, No job, More more cuts,
so many seedy stories.