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Imtheochaidh soir is siar
A dtainig ariamh
An ghealach is an ghrianFol lol the doh fol the day
Fol the doh fol the dayImtheochaidh an ghealach’s an ghrian
An Daoine og is a chail ‘na dhiadhFol lol the doh fol the day
Fol the doh fol the dayFol lol the doh fol the day
Fol the doh fol the dayImtheochaidh a dtainig ariamh
An duine og is a chail ne dhiadhFol lol the doh fol the day
Fol the doh fol the dayTranslation
I will go east and go west
[To the places] from whence came
The moon and the sunThe moon and the sun will go
And the young man
With his reputation behind himI will go wherever he came from –
The young man with his reputation behind him
@bon bon wrote:
apparently the ladies in JC are soon going to be struck down by a killer form of a STD :shock:
Umm… that would be me 8-[
From the poem by Patrick Kavanagh, this is one of my favourite songs.
So much so, that I’ve included two wonderful versions here :)RAGLAN ROAD
Performed by
Luke Kelly
and
Sinead O’ConnorOn Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of MayOn a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.Raised on songs and stories, heroes of reknown
The passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children’s rhymes
That once was part of Dublin, in the rare auld timesRing a Ring a Rosie
As the light declines
I remember Dublin city
In the Rare Auld timesOh me name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as could be
Born hard and late in Pimlico in a house that’s ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade’s a memoryAnd I courted Peggy Dignam, as pretty as you please
A rogue and a child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soulRing a Ring a Rosie
As the light declines
I remember Dublin city
In the Rare Auld timesOh the years have made me bitter, the gargle dims me brain
Cause Dublin keeps on changing and nothing seems the same
The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
As the grey unyielding concrete makes a city of my townRing a Ring a Rosie
As the light declines
I remember Dublin city
In the Rare Auld timesFare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages that spring up along the Quay
My mind’s too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes
I’m a part of what was Dublin, in the rare auld timesRing a Ring a Rosie
As the light declines
I remember Dublin city
In the Rare Auld timesRing a Ring a Rosie
As the light declines
I remember Dublin city
In the Rare Auld timesComposed by Pete St. John
Performed by The Dubliners@pikey wrote:
What the devil is the matter with you, man? Snap out of it, you big girl.
O
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!!!!Ooooo you jealous little creature! Ooooo you sweaty, smoking, spiteful little boybrute!!
YOUR SONG
(.. uh huh, especially for you..by me.. in my pyjamas 8) )It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could liveIf I was a sculptor, ha, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for youAnd you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the worldI sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they’ve got me quite cross
But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song
It’s for people like you that keep it turned onSo excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seenAnd you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the worldBITCH!
:-$
Kindness
In your eyes
I guess
You heard me cry
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a childI’m blessed
I know
Heaven sent
And heaven stole
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a childAnd what have I learned
From all this pain
I thought I’d never feel the same
About anyone
Or anything againBut now I know
When you find a love
When you know that it exists
Then the lover that you miss
Will come to you on those cold cold nights
When you’ve been loved
When you know it holds such bliss
Then the lover that you kissed
Will comfort you
When there’s no hope in sightSadness
In my eyes
No one guessed
Well no one tryed
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a childLoveless and cold
With your last breath
You saved my soul
You smiled at me
Like Jesus to a child
And what have I learned
From all these tears
I’ve waited for you all those years
And just when it began
He took your love awayBut I still say
When you find a love
When you know that it exists
Then the lover that you miss
Will come to you on those cold cold nights
When you’ve been loved
When you know it holds such bliss
Then the lover that you kissed
Will comfort you
When there’s no hope in sightSo the words you could not say
I’ll sing them for you
And the love we would have made
I’ll make it for two
For every single memory
Has become a part of meYou will always be
My loveWell I’ve been loved
So I know just what love is
And the lover that I kissed
Is always by my side
Oh the lover I still miss
Was Jesus to a childUber Esme 8)
Perfect material for me to settle down to with my precious tumbler of Crested Ten nectar!
:P
x
Christopher Nolan’s second turn at writing/directing the trials and tribulations of the famously troubled superhero is remarkable in so many ways.
First up, there is the morbidly tempting, rubbernecking frisson of seeing the late Heath Ledger in “Dead Man Acting” mode. Freaky this fascination may be, but let’s face it, it’s real and representative. “Who’d want to see a dead person,” Jack Warner bluntly asked when James Dean passed away before GIANT was released. Judging by the ticket sales for THE DARK KNIGHT, a lot of people do. Maybe not so remarkable afterall :roll: .
But what is remarkable is this young lad’s performance. Banishing forever the camp histrionics of previous interpretations, Ledger’s Joker is an intriguing product of twisted nature and malevolent nurture.As sequels go, this ticks most of the boxes regarding successful formula.. and even conjures up a few more!
Gone is the need to navigate the more dense pools of exposition, in favour of a darker, commanding and more intense beast. The swirling, multi dimensional plot shows moribund moneybags Bruce Wayne (played with a capable, swelling maturity by the ever dependable Chrsitian Bale) disaffected yet again. Weary of the role of superhero, he longs to settle down with former squeeze Rachel Dawes (the beautifully bumcheeked Maggie Gyllenhaal) but is thwarted on two fronts by her political golden boy boyfriend (Aaron Eckhart’s Harvey Dent) and newly arrived demented nemesis – The Joker.
Throw in the banter and compassion of Michael Caine’s witty and sensitive Alfred, the understated and unexpectedly affecting performance that is Gary Oldman’s Commisioner Gordon, not to mention the gravitas personified that is always Morgan Freeman.. well, one would be forgiven the urge to bleat “Too many cooks…” :?But it is the adroit screenplay, the very juggling of all these seemingly frenetic elements that (together with Ledger’s performance) make THE DARK KNIGHT an exceptional piece of work. The powerhouse story arcs gain urgency from dynamic editing and from Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard’s graceful score. All of which blend beautifully under Nolan’s richly imaginative and boldly assured direction.
Which brings us finally to The Joker himself..
Ledger’s performance is in some ways a curiously mannered one. His joker is no eccentric, criminal prankster driven by greed and recognition. No, this is a sadist with elements of masochism. A being so amoral as to lack any sense of human consequence as he sets on watching “the world burn”. Menacing and sinister, he also contrives to convince Bruce he’s just as bonkers as he is. And then, as we get to know the Joker, the film gets to the root of his evil, revealed in a backstory of a horrific childhood experience that illustrates how he acquired the “smile” that became his criminal trademark.
The whole Hero / Villain coin-flip is hardly groundbreaking, but there are so many ideas flying around in this layered, intelligent script, that surely inspired and catalysed Ledger to produce such an electrifying, truly grandstanding performance.Go see it.. Now :)
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