Tá na laethanta saoire thart-Cruáil an tsaoil

Thaitin an t-amhrán seo liom nuair a chuala mé le gairid é. Sílim gur fearr liom, de bheagán, an leagan seo (na Surfs) seachas an leagan eile Fraincise, a tháinig amach, is cosúil, thart ar an am céanna, go háirithe an véarsa deireanach. Tá súil agam go mbainfidh sibh sult as idir amhrán agus cur i láthair

EASTER TIMES IN THE HOUSE CULT- Cannibals at large -Yep worth knowing the easter islanders

Sun day (Liam times)
The End of the House Cult.





If I was in any doubt that property has consumed this country utterly, I doubt it no more. I actually wasn’t in doubt to be frank.
I mean your powers of observation would have to be stunningly feeble, if you hadn’t noticed by now the obsessive fascination. We all know about the building boom economy, the tens of thousands of empty houses, the absurd price that land in Ireland commands, the property hot spot, off plan, globe trot and the unmerciful serial fleecing of deluded innocents.
The evidence is there as plain as the soffit on your semi. This country has fallen victim to a fixation akin to the Easter Islanders destructive Maoi carving cult.



The Irish housing cult is crumbling now, they realised that the full-employment and
boom times enjoyed building the statues-houses was just an illusion they increasingly turned to cannibilism.

Those openly critical of the islands futile efforts were often the unlucky guests at these cannibal feasts.



And the cherry on the apogee has to be the current brouhaha of an election campaign. A profoundly pitiable piss and wind affair, dominated by guess what? Houses.


Stamp duty, stamp duty, stamp duty U turns,
Stamp duty payments, renovations, decorations,
Market value procrastinations,
The boom is getting boomier,
The bust is getting loomier.


My advice?
Lay low, kava ku and keep you head down, and keep your mouth shut if you are tempted to say anything as (your) life threatening as ‘I told you so’
Dont
The Cannibals are at Large

Irish people don't have a drinking problem, we drink, we get drunk, we fall down, no problem in this equation

I don't have a drinking problem, I drink, I get drunk, I fall down, no problem in this equation

Eire og- Crossmaglen

Eire og-Fighting men of Crossmaglen

Eire og-the roo's

Ag Damhsa faoin Ghealach

Ag Damhsa faoin Ghealach
Grian Gheal Lonrach

Thíos Cois na Trá Domh

The WALL

THE WALL
IRISH 31mccann Orange men should never walk down nationalist areas.
Theyre not welcome

Childs in Béal Feirste

Béal Feirste Childs Grown

Béal Feirste Childs Grown


buail isteach le haghaidh cúpán tae
When my love said to me,
Meet me down by the gallow tree.
For it's sad news I bring,
About this old town and all that it's offering.
Some say troubles abound,
Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down.
One day we'll return here,
When the Belfast Child sings again

Brothers, sisters, where are you now?
As I look for you right through the crowd.
All my life here I've spent,
With my faith in God the Church and the Government.
But there's sadness abound,
Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down.

One day we'll return here,
When the Belfast Child sings again,
When the Belfast Child sings again

So come back Billy, won't you come on home?
Come back Mary, you've been away so long.
The streets are empty, and your mother's gone.
The girls are crying, it's been oh so long.
And your father's calling, come on home.
Won't you come on home, won't you come on home?

Come back people, you've been gone a while,
And the war is raging, through the Emerald Isle.
That's flesh and blood man, that's flesh and blood,
All the girls are crying but all's not lost.

The streets are empty, the streets are cold.
Won't you come on home, won't you come on home?

The streets are empty,
Life goes on.

One day we'll return here,
When the Belfast Child sings again,
When the Belfast Child sings again
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