Monday, 20 October 2008

Joy for Monday and For Ever

Well, for a thousand years anyway... the Longplayer is playing in the here and now, here.

I miss (they are in store somewhere) my albums of Eliane Radigue. How influential do you get and still be not heard of much?

Nothing to do, then, but post Jem Finer (composer of Longplayer inter alia) and the Pogues and the Dubliners, and take ship on the Irish Rover...



Or maybe accept defeat and exit gracefully



If I should fall from Grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
But the angels won't receive me

Let me go boys
Let me go boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others

Let them go boys
Let them go boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

Bury me at sea
Where no more a ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
No cunts will lie upon me

And I'm free boys
Then I'm free boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

2 comments:

Mad Dog said...

Great stuff although I'd prefer sounds only as I can't bear to look at Shane McGowan's teeth...!

Chertiozhnik said...

I am not sure I want to think about having as much hair as Ronnie Drew, either. Does one sleep with the beard over or under the bedclothes, as a sadist once asked Capt Haddock?