This ManifestoThis song was written after the funeral of the Celtic Tiger and around the same time that Bertie Ahern was trying to tell people that he won the money on the horses. I thought we should have had a revolution back then. We didn't. We got Biffo instead. Very nice. Limos at Heathrow. The bubble bursts. Rathcormac is like a mini Knocknaheeeny with the infrastructure of Boolabwee. The banks collapse. Still no revolution. We have to pay for the banks. Unemployment rises. We're fucked. We have to pay for being fucked. Still no revolution. Revelations that politicians have been riding us for years. No revolution. Plans to cut social welfare. No problem. Plans to increase taxes for the lower paid. Thanks. The taxpayer will bail out the (very rich) people who got us into this mess in the first place. Not a whimper. We're like sheep. Except sheep have got balls. The Lyrics: Wake up from your sleep Stand up before you're in too deep Rise up across the land Every woman, every man Let's stand. Now is a good time to believe This Manifesto Call out into the night Who will join us to fight for what is right Call out across the land Every woman, every man Let's stand. Now is a good time to believe This Manifesto Every woman, every man Stand up, do what you can In the city, in the town Wake up and see what's going down Let's stand. Now is a good time to believe This Manifesto Wake up. Download This Manifesto Two Hyundai FamilyOn the street where I live in Mainz there is a house with two Hyundais parked outside. One is a big four-wheel-drive people carrier thingy and the other is a hatchback. I walk by every morning on my way to the bus stop. I probably walked by for several years until I noticed that the two cars belonged to one family. One morning, as the sun was rising, the truth dawned. Ride me sideways. They have two Hyundais. What the fuck? I have to write a song. Quick. Here's what I wrote: Get in the car with Grandma, baby I'm taking the dog with me Drive to the park to go for a walk Then we'll drive back home for tea With the Sat Navs on Nothing can go wrong With our suburban traffic jam Two Hyundai family Two Hyundai family Two Hyundai family It's our suburban traffic jam You're taking the kids in the hatchback, baby I'm bringing the beer with me Driving from the supermarket Driving back for tea With the Sat Navs on Nothing can go wrong With our suburban traffic jam Two Hyundai family Two Hyundai family Two Hyundai family It's our suburban traffic jam Two Hyundai family Two Hyundai family Two Hyundai family It's our suburban traffic jam Traffic jam. Download Two Hyundai Family The Long Bar There's an old pub in Fermoy called The Long Bar. I went in there one night. I had a short. Internet AddictI didn't know until recently that there was such a thing as IAD (Internet Addiction Disorder). There seems to be a Disorder for everything these days. Except for inventing new disorders! Anyway, according to Wikipedia, this Disorder can be divided into subtypes by activity, such as "excessive viewing of pornography, overwhelming and excessive gaming, inappropriate involvement in online social networking sites or blogging, and Internet shopping addiction". What? No subtype for talking shite? That article so needs to be edited. Anyway, I can kind of understand how someone could become obsessed with the internet because I seem to be spending an inordinate amount of time sitting in front of this feckin' computer myself these days. I've always been a bit of a news junkie and, of course, being an ex-Pat I'm constantly scouring the web for news from Ireland, Cork, Fermoy, etc. But, since the arrival of Atomic Horsebox, I'm all over the fucking place. Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, ReverbNation, LastFM, iLike, The 61, Bandcamp, Audiofarm, IMEEM, SoundCloud, Jamendo, to name but a few. What the fuck!!! I'm like part of the frigging computer. Plug me in and I'll go tapping away at the old keyboard. The song itself was written from the perspective of the partner of someone who is constantly online, posting to social networks, blogs, discussion boards, etc. In other words talking shite talk all the time. And talking to everyone in the world except the one person that he or she should be talking to. So. The lyrics: You're an Internet Addict Lost in hyperspace What kind of connection Do I need to get to see your face Internet Addict How many megabytes are you What kind of connection Do I need to get through to you Get off that website Why don't you talk Shite talk to me Internet Addict Lost in your online zoo What kind of a network Do I need to connect to you Internet Addict Many megabytes away Internet Addict I've got something to say Get off that website Why don't you talk Shite talk to me Internet Addict Talk to me Internet Addict Talk to me Get off that website Why don't you talk Shite talk to me Internet Addict Talk to me Internet Addict Talk to me. Download Internet Addict Locked In The CityLet's start with a little vocabulary training:
Anyway, here are the lyrics: Locked in the city As well I might Langers on the Grand Parade On a Saturday night You`re looking pretty As well you can But you threw a bottle At a Garda van The taxi driver he won't drive us anywhere The last bus home left hours ago Locked in the city In the city Locked in the city tonight Locked in the city As well we can Now we're sitting pretty In a Garda van Two flagons of cider And a Cork Dry Gin A fight with a bouncer He wouldn't let us in The taxi driver he won't drive us anywhere The last bus home left hours ago Locked in the city In the city Locked in the city, alright The taxi driver he won't drive us anywhere The last bus home left hours ago Locked in the city In the city Locked in the city, that's right Locked in the city As well I might Langers on the Grand Parade On a Saturday Locked on a Saturday Locked on a Saturday night. Download Locked In The City Posts 1 - 5 of 12
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