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With a Little Help From My Friends
The Luck of the Irish
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British brigands! Goddamn! Goddamn!
If you could keep voices like flowers
There'd be shamrock all over the world
If you could drink dreams like Irish streams
Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn
In the 'Pool they told us the story
How the English divided the land
Of the pain, the death and the glory
And the poets of auld Eireland
If we could make chains with the morning dew
The world would be like Galway Bay
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns
The world would be one big Blarney stone
Why the hell are the English there anyway?
As they kill with God on their side
Blame it all on the kids the IRA
As the bastards commit genocide! Aye! Aye! Genocide!
If you had the luck of the Irish
You'd be sorry and wish you was dead
You should have the luck of the Irish
And you'd wish you was English instead!
Yes you'd wish you was English instead!
Original text by JOHN LENNON & YOKO ONO
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Lucky Day
“I'm on a roll! I'm on a roll! This time I feel my luck could change.”1 Whether you're Irish or not, today is the day to go green like all the people around the world who want to brighten up their day and celebrate the imminent coming of the Spring equinox. Green is also the colour of the famous Shamrock, a symbol of Ireland which, according to an old legend, can break a spell cast by an evil spirit and bring luck. In truth, the three-leaf clover symbolises the Holy Trinity as taught by Saint Patrick (today is the anniversary of his death) to the Ancient Pagans of the Emerald Island. “Kill me Paddy!2 Kill me again with love! It's gonna be a glorious day.”
Endnotes
- "Lucky", Radiohead (1997)
- For the occasion, I took the liberty to substitute Paddy to Sarah in the original Radiohead lyrics (see above note).
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Make Way For Youth!
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Landslide
I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Til the landslide brought it down
oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
I don't know.....
Well, I've been afraid of changing
Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too
Oh, take my love, take it down
Climb a mountain and turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down
The landslide will bring it down
Original text by STEVIE NICKS
Crêpe Day
Since the Greenwood brothers and co. have failed their promise to make waffles for Candlemas, Grand-Ed and Bil-Thom from Radiohead volunteered once again to save the day by cooking some more of their yummy gluten-free pancakes made with dragon eggs to celebrate the end of Lent.
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Howling Wind
Love on this wasteland holds no dominion
I refuse to lay me down
On the grapevine comes the saying
"Son, you'll reap whatever you sow"
I sow the seeds of my love
Deep undying true love I sow
There is beauty out there somewhere
I will leave no stone unturned
There's a guitar and a bugle
I hear the sound of distant drums
Fire and water rage through my mind
(Love on)
Love on this wasteland
I cannot find
And there is a HOWL HOWL HOWLING WIND
A ringing around my ears
And a wild wild wind is a blowing
Tearing down my tears
There is virtue truth abounding
Peace will come to everyman
And there's a landmark on the skyline
There is a sign standing in the road
Sail on my brother
Sail on through the night
(Love on)
Love on this wasteland is waiting on down the line
And there is a HOWL HOWL HOWLING WIND
A ringing around my ears
And a wild wild wind is a blowing
Tearing down my tears
Forty days in the desert sand
Forty nights on my hands and knees
Forty days in the howling wind
In the howling wind
Love on this wasteland holds no dominion
I refuse to lay me down
On the grapevine comes the saying
"Son, you'll reap whatever you sow"
I sow the seeds of my love, my love
Deep undying true love's what I sow
There's a HOWL HOWL HOWLING WIND
A ringing around my ears
And a wild wild wind is a blowing
Tearing down my tears
And there's a HOWL HOWL HOWLING WIND
A ringing around my ears
And there's a wild wild wind is a blowing
Tearing down my tears
Original text by MIKE PETERS
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