Continuing the theme of Irish love songs, this one, sung (and composed) by Enniskillen native Neil Hannon, is one of my favourites from recent times. Part of what I like about it is the image of the song writer (poet?) sitting alone in his bedroom trying to write a love song, while his school friends are actually out there in the real world doing something about it (even if sometimes not very successfully).
Pale, pubescent beasts
roam through the streets
and coffee-shops.
Their prey gather in herds
in stiff knee-length skirts
and white ankle-socks.
But while they search for a mate
my type hibernate
in bedrooms above
composing their songs of love.
Young, uniform minds
in uniform lines
and uniform ties
run round with trousers on fire
and signs of desire
they cannot disguise.
While I try to find words
as light as the birds
that circle above
to put in my songs of love...