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Flaithiúnas na tíre caillte? Buiséad á dheachtú ag an IMF? Ní dóigh liom é
2011 Shona daoibh go léir
de la liturgie de la haine par sa trés grande richesse poétique (si puteţi exporta puteţi şterge memorării mea...meum?)
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ULwesine, Disemba 30, 2010
ISonto, Disemba 26, 2010
C'EST A CRAONNE SUR LE PLATEAU - SOUDAIN DANS LA NUIT ET DANS LE SILENCE
Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour,
Adieu toutes les femmes.
C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours,
De cette guerre infâme.
C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau,
Qu'on doit laisser sa peau
Car nous sommes tous condamnés
C'est nous les sacrifiés !
Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé,
On va r'prendre les tranchées,
Notre place est si utile
Que sans nous on prend la pile.
Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez,
Personn' ne veut plus marcher,
Et le coeur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot
On dit adieu aux civ'lots.
Même sans tambour, même sans trompette,
On s'en va là haut en baissant la tête.
Refrain
Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour,
Adieu toutes les femmes.
C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours,
De cette guerre infâme.
C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau,
Qu'on doit laisser sa peau
Car nous sommes tous condamnés
C'est nous les sacrifiés !
C'est malheureux d'voir sur les grands boul'vards
Tous ces gros qui font leur foire ;
Si pour eux la vie est rose,
Pour nous c'est pas la mêm' chose.
Au lieu de s'cacher, tous ces embusqués,
F'raient mieux d'monter aux tranchées
Pour défendr' leurs biens, car nous n'avons rien,
Nous autr's, les pauvr's purotins.
Tous les camarades sont enterrés là,
Pour défendr' les biens de ces messieurs-là.
au Refrain
Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance,
Pourtant on a l'espérance
Que ce soir viendra la r'lève
Que nous attendons sans trêve.
Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence,
On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance,
C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied,
Qui vient pour nous remplacer.
Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe
Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.
Refrain
Ceux qu'ont l'pognon, ceux-là r'viendront,
Car c'est pour eux qu'on crève.
Mais c'est fini, car les trouffions
Vont tous se mettre en grève.
Ce s'ra votre tour, messieurs les gros,
De monter sur l'plateau,
Car si vous voulez la guerre,
Payez-la de votre peau !
A FRAGMENTAÇÃO DO IMPÉRIO ROMANO DO EURRO
E DA IBÉRIA AVANÇAM
EM LARGOS PASSOS
LARGOS LONGOS
E CURTOS
NUM PISCAR DE OLHOS A EUROPA TREME ANTE O APOCALIPSE
MAIA OU NEWONIANO
POUCOS ANOS DE DIFERENÇA FAZ SEJA EM 2012 ou EM 2060
A EURRO PÁ Tá FOdiDá....
Há 18 anos só Ares andava em cima duma Tartaruga que suportava o Mundo
Hoje ONTEM E AMANHÃ O MUNDO SERÁ ELE
SÓ ARES É O ÚNICO DEUS GREGO COM PORTE DE ARMA
DE DESTRUIÇON MASSON
Adieu toutes les femmes.
C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours,
De cette guerre infâme.
C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau,
Qu'on doit laisser sa peau
Car nous sommes tous condamnés
C'est nous les sacrifiés !
Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé,
On va r'prendre les tranchées,
Notre place est si utile
Que sans nous on prend la pile.
Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez,
Personn' ne veut plus marcher,
Et le coeur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot
On dit adieu aux civ'lots.
Même sans tambour, même sans trompette,
On s'en va là haut en baissant la tête.
Refrain
Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour,
Adieu toutes les femmes.
C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours,
De cette guerre infâme.
C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau,
Qu'on doit laisser sa peau
Car nous sommes tous condamnés
C'est nous les sacrifiés !
C'est malheureux d'voir sur les grands boul'vards
Tous ces gros qui font leur foire ;
Si pour eux la vie est rose,
Pour nous c'est pas la mêm' chose.
Au lieu de s'cacher, tous ces embusqués,
F'raient mieux d'monter aux tranchées
Pour défendr' leurs biens, car nous n'avons rien,
Nous autr's, les pauvr's purotins.
Tous les camarades sont enterrés là,
Pour défendr' les biens de ces messieurs-là.
au Refrain
Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance,
Pourtant on a l'espérance
Que ce soir viendra la r'lève
Que nous attendons sans trêve.
Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence,
On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance,
C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied,
Qui vient pour nous remplacer.
Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe
Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.
Refrain
Ceux qu'ont l'pognon, ceux-là r'viendront,
Car c'est pour eux qu'on crève.
Mais c'est fini, car les trouffions
Vont tous se mettre en grève.
Ce s'ra votre tour, messieurs les gros,
De monter sur l'plateau,
Car si vous voulez la guerre,
Payez-la de votre peau !
A FRAGMENTAÇÃO DO IMPÉRIO ROMANO DO EURRO
E DA IBÉRIA AVANÇAM
EM LARGOS PASSOS
LARGOS LONGOS
E CURTOS
NUM PISCAR DE OLHOS A EUROPA TREME ANTE O APOCALIPSE
MAIA OU NEWONIANO
POUCOS ANOS DE DIFERENÇA FAZ SEJA EM 2012 ou EM 2060
A EURRO PÁ Tá FOdiDá....
Há 18 anos só Ares andava em cima duma Tartaruga que suportava o Mundo
Hoje ONTEM E AMANHÃ O MUNDO SERÁ ELE
SÓ ARES É O ÚNICO DEUS GREGO COM PORTE DE ARMA
DE DESTRUIÇON MASSON
ISonto, Disemba 05, 2010
Tá buíon strainséirí
Níl an IMF anseo dár leas. A thiarcais.
Táid anseo chun bainc phríobháideacha a chosaint ó loiceadh lucht oibre na tíre ar fhiacha na mbanc príobháideach.
Agus chun an méid sócmhainní stáit agus is féidir leo a phríobháidiú, le comhlachtaí móra ilnáisiúnta ag fáil na gconarthaí de ghnáth
Mé go raibh Páidí bocht ag magadh
Táid anseo chun bainc phríobháideacha a chosaint ó loiceadh lucht oibre na tíre ar fhiacha na mbanc príobháideach.
Agus chun an méid sócmhainní stáit agus is féidir leo a phríobháidiú, le comhlachtaí móra ilnáisiúnta ag fáil na gconarthaí de ghnáth
Mé go raibh Páidí bocht ag magadh
Amalebula:
Tá buíon strainséirí
ULwesihlanu, Okthoba 29, 2010
Eachtra an Amadáin Mhóir-Níl sé go maith don chroí
creidim é agus
creidim
Níl sé go maith don chroí
Is ea, ach níl sí imithe ar fad, feictear dom
B’fhéidir.....
gur mó an taitneamh a bhainfinn féin as an bhfómhair
An aimsir ba ghile is ba ghrianmhaire
Níor mhaith liom é sin a rá
Agus cúram níos fearr a dhéanamh de chúrsaí meáchain
bhainfinn
creidim
Níl sé go maith don chroí
Is ea, ach níl sí imithe ar fad, feictear dom
B’fhéidir.....
gur mó an taitneamh a bhainfinn féin as an bhfómhair
An aimsir ba ghile is ba ghrianmhaire
Níor mhaith liom é sin a rá
Agus cúram níos fearr a dhéanamh de chúrsaí meáchain
bhainfinn
Amalebula:
bhainfinn,
Eachtra an Amadáin Mhóir
ULwesine, Okthoba 14, 2010
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
Amalebula:
Tá na laethanta saoire thart
ULwesithathu, Septhemba 29, 2010
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
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
Amalebula:
EASTER TIMES 2006
UMgqibelo, Septhemba 04, 2010
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
Amalebula:
no problem in this equation
Eire og- Crossmaglen
Eire og-Fighting men of Crossmaglen
Eire og-the roo's
Eire og-the roo's
Amalebula:
Eire og-Fighting men of Crossmaglen
UMsombuluko, Agasti 16, 2010
Ag Damhsa faoin Ghealach
Ag Damhsa faoin Ghealach
Grian Gheal Lonrach
Thíos Cois na Trá Domh
Grian Gheal Lonrach
Thíos Cois na Trá Domh
Amalebula:
Ag Damhsa faoin Ghealach
ISonto, Agasti 01, 2010
UMsombuluko, Julayi 12, 2010
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
Gaeilge (IRISH) BLOGS CAN'T HAVE FOLLOWERS?
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
Gaeilge (IRISH) BLOGS CAN'T HAVE FOLLOWERS?
Amalebula:
Béal Feirste,
Belfast,
Childs Grown,
freedom,
Opţiuni de publicare,
toamnă,
vacanţă
ULwesine, Julayi 08, 2010
Oglaigh nA hÉireann
Oglaigh nA hÉireann
bobby sands and his memory, for a brave volunteer!
mcmanus
há 1 ano 6 God Bless the brave men and women of the Derry Brigade.
An bhfuil leagan Gaeilge den fhis seo le fáil?
Ni dóigh liom é.
Is breá an Béarla atá agaibh
AND SO IT GOES 2012 OR 2020 BRAVE VOLUNTEERS ARE ON AND MOSTLY ARE OFF
LIFE OF VOLUNTEERS ARE SHORT IN BELFAST OR IN BAGDAD OR SOMEWHERE ELSE WITH B'IN IT FOR THE KILL BY HIT OR BY HITS
bobby sands and his memory, for a brave volunteer!
mcmanus
há 1 ano 6 God Bless the brave men and women of the Derry Brigade.
An bhfuil leagan Gaeilge den fhis seo le fáil?
Ni dóigh liom é.
Is breá an Béarla atá agaibh
AND SO IT GOES 2012 OR 2020 BRAVE VOLUNTEERS ARE ON AND MOSTLY ARE OFF
LIFE OF VOLUNTEERS ARE SHORT IN BELFAST OR IN BAGDAD OR SOMEWHERE ELSE WITH B'IN IT FOR THE KILL BY HIT OR BY HITS
Amalebula:
BRAVE VOLUNTEERS,
GIVE GOOD HITS
ISonto, Juni 13, 2010
Cappagh victory Tiocfaidh ár lá
Old times
Tiocfaidh ár lá
What army surrender it's weapons-tiocfaidh ár lá
THE OTHER SIDE-FUCK THOSE PROTESTANT LOYALISTS
FUCKING ENGLISH LOVING BASTARDS
YOU FUCKING UDA UFF WANKERS
house of traitors
Tiocfaidh ár lá
Tiocfaidh ár lá
What army surrender it's weapons-tiocfaidh ár lá
THE OTHER SIDE-FUCK THOSE PROTESTANT LOYALISTS
FUCKING ENGLISH LOVING BASTARDS
YOU FUCKING UDA UFF WANKERS
house of traitors
Tiocfaidh ár lá
Amalebula:
Tiocfaidh ár lá,
traitors UDA UFF
HATE and REVENGE- Armagh Sniper
HATE - Erin Go Bragh- Armagh SNIPER
ERIN GO BRAGH
-the death bed
PRIMARY HATE
THE EURRO OF SOCRATES THE GREEK
ALL THE EMPIRES FALL
ALGUNS MAI DEPRESSA CA OUTROS
ERIN GO BRAGH
-the death bed
PRIMARY HATE
THE EURRO OF SOCRATES THE GREEK
ALL THE EMPIRES FALL
ALGUNS MAI DEPRESSA CA OUTROS
ULwesine, Juni 10, 2010
Amhrán na bhFiann hir Ard Mhacha
Amhrán na bhFiann
Amhrán na bhFiann
In maen hir ira
Boys of Ard Mhacha, Boys of Contae Ard Mhacha
ALL THE EMPIRES FALL
THE ASSYRIAN EMPIRE OR THE SYRIAN
THE BRITISH OR THE JAP EMPIRE?
some Syrian are Assyrian SOME ASSYRIAN ARE GOING SOONER OR LATER TO SYRIA
IF THE PERSIAN FALL OR RISE IN ASSYRIA NOBODY KNOWS
BUT IN SYRIA SOONER OR LATER THEY GOING TO FALL
IT'S A QUESTION THE NUMBERS
THEY DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH ARMAGH SNIPERS AND THE ZULU DAWN IS ON....
Amhrán na bhFiann
In maen hir ira
Boys of Ard Mhacha, Boys of Contae Ard Mhacha
ALL THE EMPIRES FALL
THE ASSYRIAN EMPIRE OR THE SYRIAN
THE BRITISH OR THE JAP EMPIRE?
some Syrian are Assyrian SOME ASSYRIAN ARE GOING SOONER OR LATER TO SYRIA
IF THE PERSIAN FALL OR RISE IN ASSYRIA NOBODY KNOWS
BUT IN SYRIA SOONER OR LATER THEY GOING TO FALL
IT'S A QUESTION THE NUMBERS
THEY DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH ARMAGH SNIPERS AND THE ZULU DAWN IS ON....
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