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Thursday, July 6th, 2006
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Pearls Before Swine - Balaklava I Saw the World I saw the world Spinning like a toy Hate seems so small Compared to it all So why don't you do joy Hate is a chain It all comes back again Everything you do Returns at last to you So why don't you do love Why must you stand Holding your own hand Why won't you see me Why won't you help me Why won't you love me 
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Thursday, July 6th, 2006
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Cruachan - The Children of Lir
In a time of myth and magic, lived a man of timeless power, Lir was his name, but his temper had turned sour. He would not be king of the land, Bov Dearg was chosen instead. Lir would pay no tribute to him, And secretly wished he was dead. Alas with time Lir's wife did die, and he was full of great sadness, Dearg heard this and sent word to Lir, to meet with him in his palace. When they met they both embraced, Their friendship was made then. Dearg summoned his daughter eve, And told Lir he must marry again, Lir's love for Eve was as strong as with his first wife, A seed was planted, Fionnula and Aedh were born. But her next child birth would take away her life, Fiachra and Conn, from their mothers stomach were torn. Lir's sadness knew no bounds - he cried out to the night, Dearg was there to comfort him and help him see the light. He had 4 beautiful children and with time another bride, Dearg's daughter Aoife would stay loyal to his side. But Aiofe had a jealous heart - a canker in her mind, She moved against the children, love for them she could not find. She took them in her chariot to a lake not far away. And changed them into swans like night time into day. 300 years on Derravaragh, so commenced the spell, the children would swim to the shore, their story to tell. 300 years on the sea of Moyle, a cruel and bitter place, The children missed their father here, the smile upon his face. In the sea of Moyle the waves did crash, and beat the land with might, The rain fell fierce and the wind blew hard, the swans all feared for their lives. Fionnula was strong and wisest of all, And guarded her brothers from strife. Under her wings they hid from night, And waited for the morning light. Finally the day did come, to leave this terrible sea, 300 more years to live as swans, then they at last would be free. To Inis Gluaire the swans did fly, As fast as they could go. New lands and kingdoms everywhere - Fionnula did see down below. There they waited, till at last the day did dawn, The spell was ending, they felt themselves transform. They were now ancient, their youth was gone forever, And as they died, they held hands and went together.
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Thursday, July 6th, 2006
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Mor Braz was originally a Janissary tune, right
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Tuesday, July 11th, 2006
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...A tribute to Syd Barrett
 ...PINK FLOYD Shine on You Crazy Diamond Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine! Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far. Shine on you crazy diamond. Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there. Shine on you crazy diamond. And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, and sail on the steel breeze. Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine! Last edited by Savage; Tuesday, July 11th, 2006 at 16:45.
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Tuesday, July 11th, 2006
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DAVID BOWIE
It Ain't Easy When you climb to the top of the mountain Look out over the sea Think about the places perhaps, where a young man could be Then you jump back down to the rooftops Look out over the town Think about all of the strange things circulating round It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down Well all the people have got their problems That ain't nothing new With the help of the good Lord We can all pull on through We can all pull on through Get there in the end Sometimes it'll take you right up and sometimes down again It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down Satisfaction, satisfaction Keep me satisfied I've got the love of a Hoochie Koochie woman She calling from inside She's a-calling from inside Trying to get to you All the woman really wants you can give her something too It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down
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Monday, July 17th, 2006
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SCORPIONS
Wind of changes I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change An August summer night Soldiers passing by Listening to the wind of change The world closing in Did you ever think That we could be so close,like brothers The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change Chorus: Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past forever I fallow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change The wind of change blows straight Into the face of time Like a stormwind that will ring The freedom bell for peace of mind Let your balalaika sing What my guitar wants to say Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away In the wind of change
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Monday, July 17th, 2006
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Friday, July 21st, 2006
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SAILOR
Cool breeze I took a trip down to the shores of Tahiti I met a girl walking along the sand I never thought for a guy like me, love would come so easy I said to her that "I want to be your man" But she turned her head away from me And told me this could never be And then she left without telling why (Chorus): Cool breeze, cool off my burning heart And blow away the misty reason that keeps us apart Cool breeze, blow all my thoughts away For she's on my mind by night and by day I had to know, so I went to her father's plantation And there he stood, leaning against the door I said "Please, won't you give me some kind of explanation?" But all he said was "She won't be here no more For she's on the ship that sailed away" But why she's gone, he wouldn't say I wonder if she'll ever return (Repeat chorus) Cool breeze, cool off my burning heart And blow away the misty reason that keeps us apart Cool breeze ( Probably a white girl, her father has a plantation....Dont worry )
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Monday, July 24th, 2006
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FRANK ZAPPA
Anyway the wind blows Is-a fine with me Anyway the wind blows It don't matter to me 'Cause I'm thru with-a fussin' And-a fightin' with-a you I went out and found a woman Who is gonna be true She makes me oh so happy now I'm never ever blue Anyway the wind blows Anyway the wind blows Anyway the wind blows She is my heart and soul And she loves me tenderly Now my story can be told Just how good she is to me Yes, she treats me like she loves me And she never makes me cry I'm gonna stick with her Till the day I die She's not like you, baby She would never ever lie Anyway the wind blows Anyway the wind blows Anyway the wind blows Anyway the wind blows Anyway the wind blows Anyway the wind blows Now that I am free From the troubles of the past Took me much too long to see That our romance couldn't last I'm gonna go away And leave you standing at the door I'll tell you, pretty baby, I won't be back no more 'Cause you don't even know What love is for Anyway the wind blows Anyway the wind blows Anyway the wind blows Note: This song contents of course parodic/harassive lyrics 
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Monday, July 24th, 2006
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''During the five years we demonstrated all that we knew and were able to do, all our powers, but also our frailties. We were united and strong, surpassing both others and ourselves. We fascinated the world, both friends and enemies, with our dignified and fervent resistance to new world order which favoured our enemies and their genocidal plans of obliterating the Serb people.'' Dr.Radovan Karadzic http://www.savekosovo.org/ http://istina.srpskinacionalisti.com/
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Monday, July 24th, 2006
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no. for this, it seems: http://forum.stirpes.net/showthread....1874#post81874
now playing, krzysztof penderecki, not sure which piece, can't be bothered to go look.
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