A friend posted in her journal that she was depressed. THEN she mentions that she’s been listening to celtic music. Sheesh!
I give as an example the following:
My son Joh was tall and slim
and he had a leg for every limb
Now he’s got no legs at all
Both shot away by a cannonball
Oom-rum-ri-faddle-liddle-li-whack-fa-diddle-to-my-oom-rum-ri
Were you drunk or were you blind?
To leave your two fine legs behind?
It wasn’t from walking upon the sea
That took your legs from the ground to the knee.
Oom-rum-ri-faddle-liddle-li-whack-fa-diddle-to-my-oom-rum-ri
I wan’t drunk and I wasn’t blind
To leave my two fine legs behind
Twas a cannonball on the 5th of May
Took my two fine legs away
Oom-rum-ri-faddle-liddle-li-whack-fa-diddle-to-my-oom-rum-ri
All foreign wars I’ll now renounce
Twixt this King of England and that King of France
I’d rather my legs as they used to be
Than the King of Spain and his whole navy
Oom-rum-ri-faddle-liddle-li-whack-fa-diddle-to-my-oom-rum-ri
I was tall and I was slim
and I had a leg for every limb
Now I’ve got no legs at all
You can’t win a race with a cannonball.
Oom-rum-ri-faddle-liddle-li-whack-fa-diddle-to-my-oom-rum-ri
(slower)
I was tall and I was slim
and I had a leg for every limb
Now I’ve got no legs at all
You can’t win a race with a cannonball.
Oom-rum-ri-faddle-liddle-li-whack-fa-diddle-to-my-oom-rum-ri
This is sung in a sprightly manner with a fantastic drum beat and wailing pipes.
Irish music generally consists of *ploink!* boy meets girl
*plink!* Girl is doomed by some nasty enchantment
*plunk!* Boy finds a way around curse
*ploink!* Girl turns into monster and tries to eat boy
*sproink!* Boy escapes and joins army to forget girl woes
*plink!* Boy helps win war and becomes major hero of land
*splink!* On his way home he meets different girl & they fall in love
*ploink!* On their way to the wedding, the horses go mad and they rush headlong off a nearby cliff, falling to their doom. But not before saying most of their vows on the way down.
*wailing pipes & bodhram interval*
*plink* But they crash to the jagged rocks right before the kiss.
*long drawn out wail on pipes which fades to silence*
fini~
and so on. And this is from someone who LIKES Celtic music. 🙂
The Process 
LOL!
Oh my – that was hysterical!!!!
Such a tragic group of people….
Cannibal
Just before Clandestine’s farewell concert, I ruined this song for a friend by singing a version of it with every instance of ‘Cannonball’ replaced with ‘Cannibal’.
. . . you can’t win a race with a cannibal.
Woah, for a minute, I thought I was the depressed friend, but boy, I realize I’m not. =)
*giggle*
have you ever listened to a really good Celtic band? Esp one who does lots of the traditional stuff? Man, beautiful.
But you wind up thinking, “hey my life ain’t so bad after all”.
Sorta like Country music, hmm?
Heh! I love Boiled in Lead’s version of that song.
But then… I love most everything Boiled in Lead does. :>
Re: Sorta like Country music, hmm?
I like anyone called “boiled in lead’, I gotta say.
🙂
They anything like DaVinchi’s Notebook?
Re: Sorta like Country music, hmm?
HAH! Er… not really. Other than being excellent examples of their genre… which is to say… themselves. I love music that’s hard to pigeon-hole.
Mmmm. I’ll put up a sample, purely for reference. My Son John… Boiled in Lead style.