Spur of the minute is a good way to describe how Irish people often enjoy themselves. Airport security? What’s that? I reckon I could hijack a plane just by threatening to play the fiddle… – If you liked it, give it a share –
Goats Don’t Shave – Las Vegas In The Hills Of Donegal
An oldie but still full of life. Have a look at the haircuts… Jaysus but the eighties were shite.
The Fiddler of Dooney
The Fiddler of Dooney When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet, My brother in Moharabuiee. I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo […]
Damien Dempsey – Patience
The Pogues – Lullaby Of London
Shane MacGowan is one of the greatest song-writers ever… that’s right… ever. The lyrics of this one demonstrate his genius. Never mind Dylan and his Nobel prize, MacGowan deserves one more than anyone (fuck it, give him two).
The Pogues – Streets Of Sorrow / Birmingham Six
This author remembers going to see The Pogues play in Belfast when this song first became public knowledge. It was banned by the British government in a blatant act of censorship. The British Surplass were determined to silence any mention of the injustice meted out to the various Irish people who were wrongly imprisoned in […]
The Pogues – The Recruiting Sergeant / Rocky Road To Dublin / Galway Races
Damien Dempsey – Great Gaels Of Ireland
Troubadours such as Damien Dempsey have been singing the songs and telling the tales of their lands for thousands of years. Their melodies have echoed across our globe. Long may they continue.
Rebel Voice 