29.8.03
Oh man, I love this song Joseph sang for me a week or two ago, it's called "MACINTYRE" and I highly recommend it... if you can stomach old Irish drunk songs, here're the words... Sing it loud, and sing it proud! (But only if you're Irish... otherwise, you're a poser)
MACINTYRE
Some friends of mine in a public bar were playin' dominoes one night
When into the bar a fireman came, his face a chalky white
"What's up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost?
Have you seen me Aunt Mariah?"
"Well, your Aunt Mariah be buggered," says he,
"Th' bleedin' pub's on fire!"
"Well, good!" says Brown, "What a bit of luck! Everybody follow me!"
"It's down to the basement, if the fire's not there, We'll have a grand old spree!"
Well, we all went down after good old Brown,
The booze you would not miss
And we'd not been down there ten minutes or more
Before we looked quite like this:
(Chorus)
And there was Brown all upside down
Lappin' all the whiskey off the floor
"Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried
As they came knockin' at the door (knock knock)
Now don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up
Somebody shouted "MACINTYRE!" (shout)
And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk
When the old Dun Cow caught fire!
Smith walked up to the port-wine tub, gave it just a few hard knocks
Started takin' off his pantaloons, likewise his shoes and socks.
"Well no!" says Brown, "That ain't allowed!"
"Can't do that in here!"
"Don't go washin' your trousers in the port-wine tub
When we've got some Guinness beer!"
Then there came a fiery crash! Half the bloody roof came in!
We were drowned in the fireman's hose till we were almost sober.
So we got some tacks and some old wet socks,
And we tacked ourselves inside
And we sat there gettin' bleary-eyed drunk
While the old Dun Cow got fried!
Isn't it beautiful? mwahaha, methinks I shall sing it sometime tonight when with my mates, and scare the bloody hell outta them! Or even warse, I kin write in Eire... Eire talk, t'beh shar!
Or no... I be tinkin' I needs t'be cleenin' me room, so I kin have a space grand enough t'host me Da when he gets it in his head t'be visitin' me room... So, out goes t'bookcase, and out goes t'desk... Wish me luck, t'be sure'n I be needin' it! Cead Mile Failte!
---Meghan
MACINTYRE
Some friends of mine in a public bar were playin' dominoes one night
When into the bar a fireman came, his face a chalky white
"What's up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost?
Have you seen me Aunt Mariah?"
"Well, your Aunt Mariah be buggered," says he,
"Th' bleedin' pub's on fire!"
"Well, good!" says Brown, "What a bit of luck! Everybody follow me!"
"It's down to the basement, if the fire's not there, We'll have a grand old spree!"
Well, we all went down after good old Brown,
The booze you would not miss
And we'd not been down there ten minutes or more
Before we looked quite like this:
(Chorus)
And there was Brown all upside down
Lappin' all the whiskey off the floor
"Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried
As they came knockin' at the door (knock knock)
Now don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up
Somebody shouted "MACINTYRE!" (shout)
And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk
When the old Dun Cow caught fire!
Smith walked up to the port-wine tub, gave it just a few hard knocks
Started takin' off his pantaloons, likewise his shoes and socks.
"Well no!" says Brown, "That ain't allowed!"
"Can't do that in here!"
"Don't go washin' your trousers in the port-wine tub
When we've got some Guinness beer!"
Then there came a fiery crash! Half the bloody roof came in!
We were drowned in the fireman's hose till we were almost sober.
So we got some tacks and some old wet socks,
And we tacked ourselves inside
And we sat there gettin' bleary-eyed drunk
While the old Dun Cow got fried!
Isn't it beautiful? mwahaha, methinks I shall sing it sometime tonight when with my mates, and scare the bloody hell outta them! Or even warse, I kin write in Eire... Eire talk, t'beh shar!
Or no... I be tinkin' I needs t'be cleenin' me room, so I kin have a space grand enough t'host me Da when he gets it in his head t'be visitin' me room... So, out goes t'bookcase, and out goes t'desk... Wish me luck, t'be sure'n I be needin' it! Cead Mile Failte!
---Meghan
26.8.03
25.8.03
well, here I am, once again... only this time, I am both overly-rested, and tired as all hell! yeah, I can thank my mom (but really, it's my fault) for overmedicating me (ok, half the pill at 8, and then 10... NOT a whole pill at 8 and 10!)... so I have been on double the anti-psychos or whatever those damn things are... all i know is that now, colours are brighter, and driving a car is like being on LSD, which is NOT how you want to be during a driving tutorial! mwahahah
I slept through the whole weekend, so no ropes courses for Meghan... muy triste, øno? oui. whatever. save me from my family!!! I am not enjoying being back in Eugene, since it seems to mean that I can't have even the space I was enjoying before we came back, which is NIL (YOU try spending a week in a small space with your family, and bunking with them, and not being able to leave... argh!)... so, call me, mon cheries! you know the number
---Meghan
I slept through the whole weekend, so no ropes courses for Meghan... muy triste, øno? oui. whatever. save me from my family!!! I am not enjoying being back in Eugene, since it seems to mean that I can't have even the space I was enjoying before we came back, which is NIL (YOU try spending a week in a small space with your family, and bunking with them, and not being able to leave... argh!)... so, call me, mon cheries! you know the number
---Meghan
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