I spy... eye spy something.

 

Did you have the feeling that someone was following and watching you through the fields?

Somebody's watching me

Did you see any underwater mines in the island's dark waters?

Any submarine emerging from the depths with you on the sonar and periscope?

 Any hidden and sacred underwater caves?

A foreigner traveling alone with a dog in a Land Rover.

North Star

Your mind road map.

A land under profound construction sites, to the depths of the Earth, where Scots and Brits are building from sunrise to sunset, roads, bridges, castles,

Portugal dos Pequeninos 

 walls, stones, temples, catedral, fortresses, and the last underground resources.

West end Girls

Lyrics ... 

Sometimes you're better off dead There's a gun in your hand and it's pointing at your head You think you're mad, too unstable Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables In a restaurant in a West end town Call the police, there's a madman around Running down underground To a dive bar in a West end town In a West end town, a dead-end world The East end boys and West end girls In a West end town, a dead-end world The East end boys and West end girls West end girls Too many shadows, whispering voices Faces on posters, too many choices If, when, why, what, how much have you got? Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often? And which do you choose, a hard or soft option? (How much do you need?) In a West end town, a dead-end world The East end boys and West end girls In a West end town, a dead-end world The East end boys and West end girls West end girls West end girls (How much do you need?) In a West end town, a dead-end world The East end boys and West end girls Ooh, West end town, a dead-end world East end boys, West end girls West end girls You got a heart of glass or heart of stone Just you wait 'til I get you home We've got no future and we've got no past Here today, built to last In every city, in every nation From lake Geneva to the Finland station (How far have you been?) In a West end town a dead-end world The East end boys and West end girls In a West end town in a dead-end world East end boys, West end girls West end girls West end girls (How far have you been?) Girls East end boys and West end girls (How far have you been?) The East end boys and West end girls The East end boys and West end girls The East end boys and West end girls The East end boys and

So, they took you and your Land Rover with no breaks, with a mechanical issue, to the Rangers forest car station.

Farms, business companies, banks, footsie stock exchange, coffeshops, shoppings, bars, restaurants, chemichal drops.
With Sam in the media and government, as he's in Ireland and England, with corruption, whores and drugs.

Distillation 

Wiskey in the jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell, his money he was counting I first produced my pistol, then produced my rapier I said, "Stand and deliver, or the devil, he may take ya" Yeah-yeah I took all of his money, and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money, yeah, and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she'd love me, no never would she leave me But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy Mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber Taking Molly with me, but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven, yeah, in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired my pistols and I shot him with both barrels, yeah Mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Yeah-ah, whiskey Whoa-oh, whiskey Whoa-oh, yeah-yeah Whoa-oh Whoa-oh, yeah Now some men like the fishing, some men like the fowling Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roaring Me, I like sleeping 'specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah Mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da, yeah-yeah Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o, yeah Whiskey in the jar-o, yeah Mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da Mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da Hey, mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da Mush-a ring, dum-a-doo-dum-a-da, yeah

Wheels of fire 

Since the dawn of time I've rolled across the earth Spinning in the dust Long before your birth Eatin' tar and gasoline Every light I see is green Open pipes, my machines's triple-plated chrome Spirit of the wheel Wheels of fire burn the night Ride across the sky Wheels of fire burning bright We live to ride Motors running Now you're gonna learn Waitin on the line Make your tires burn Fast, faster,faster,faster Speeding always kills Nothing else takes us to get these thrills Spirit of the wheel Wheels of fire burn the night Ride across the sky Wheels of fire burning bright We live to ride Blood and thunder on the road My heart is pounding My blood is nitroglycerine I'm fire Burning,burning,burning,burning Ready to explode Don't want nothing left of me to scrape off the road Spirit of the wheel Wheels of fire burn the night Ride across the sky Wheels of fire burning bright We live to ride Clouds of smoke Tires screaming Fire in my hair Blown into a thousand pieces Scattered everywhere Fast,burn,burning,faster Wanna take a ride Spirit of the wheel Wheels of fire ride Spirit of the wheel Wheels of fire burn the night Ride across the sky Wheels of fire burning bright We live to ride Wheels of fire burn the night Ride across the sky Wheels of fire burning bright We live to ride

Champagne

Scott Columbus Train wheels

Neil Diamond - Midnight Train To Georgia Midnight train

Viagem de comboio com alguns amigos, de Lisboa para Vila Real de Santo Antônio, Algarve... Praia Verde...

Soul Asylum - Runaway Train (Live on Jools Holland March 6, 1993)

Runaway train 

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Self care, with means.

Well being.

I'm no longer young, true. But not old like the old man of the cemetery that lives in a old house full of books and stories, dust and spider webs.

"I do not look young and pretty."

Drops in appetizers and cocktails on the clowns social media, brown magic, the clowns job, it make people get and look more older than time does.

People that have 30 and look 40 and some even more.

Skin care, soak, gel douche and shampoo,  products that burn the skin and the hair, clown job. Water, oils, detergents....

Chemical food, substances, fried food, oils....