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[Crackpot]

[MajGenl.Meade]

Time for some genius

[wesw]

[MajGenl.Meade]

[Gob]

[Gob]

[Gob]

The two bands we saw when back in Blighty...

[Gob]

[Joe Guy]

Translation for people who don't speak Irish...

While in the merry month of May from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !

Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray.
We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down
the rocky road and all the way to Dublin,
Whack follol de rah !

[Gob]

[rubato]

Outside of pulmonology medical conferences he should be made to have a warning label. Christ, that's awful. Fortunately none of my aged relatives smoke otherwise this is what I would have to listen to when I visit them. Horror. And then there's the fact that all of them live to 98 or 100-plus which smokers don't often reach.


yrs,
rubato

[Gob]

The phrase "de gustibus non est disputandum" is a mystery to you isn't it Aspergers boy?

[Gob]

Saw this lot in Sydney on the weekend. They were brilliant live, punk/pop songs with great hooks.

A real nostalgia trip, the last time I saw them live was in 1978!!

[Sue U]

Still my fave SLF track:



But none of us is ever going to be that young again.

[Sue U]

Puts me in mind of another of my favorite high-energy bands from the same era (more or less):

[rubato]

The phrase "de gustibus non est disputandum" is a mystery to you isn't it Aspergers boy?

Yes, It is a mystery to me that anyone would want to put their foot into a vat of flaming lard and cover themselves with fire ants. That will always be the case.


Just as it will always be the case that I am revulsed by having to listen to emphysematic wheezing postulated as "singing".

And no puerile 'to each his own' will ever serve to justify except to a complete mindless idiot .



yrs,
rubato

[MajGenl.Meade]

[Gob]

The phrase "de gustibus non est disputandum" is a mystery to you isn't it Aspergers boy?

Yes, It is a mystery to me that anyone would want to put their foot into a vat of flaming lard and cover themselves with fire ants. That will always be the case.


Just as it will always be the case that I am revulsed by having to listen to emphysematic wheezing postulated as "singing".

And no puerile 'to each his own' will ever serve to justify except to a complete mindless idiot .



yrs,
rubato

Thanks, I knew the phrase "de gustibus non est disputandum" would be a mystery to you Aspergers boy, but you're very kind to confirm it.

[MajGenl.Meade]

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