very appropriate song...
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chelidonHere I go all the way from a LJ virgin to three in one day. Gosh.
So my friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
draiguisge just sent me the lyrics to a song I've never heard before, by an artist I've never heard before, and as she said in her email, it's as if he had written the song after one of our bardic circle evenings. This really does capture much of the spirit of a good bardic. Oh yum... positively delicious.
I showed the lyrics to my partner and she's all hot now to callig up the two questions mentioned in the song, to hang above our bar.
For those who are interested, a clip of the song (enough to hear a full verse and chorus) is here: http://www.mp3.peppermintcds.com/MollyMalley.mp3
And for the folks in Austin, the songwriter, Peter Mayer, is performing in Austin in April at the UU church:
http://www.liveoakuu.org/coffee/
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Molly O'Malley's
by Peter Mayer
Molly O'Malley's is not too far from here
Where not a soul, the story goes, ever pays for beer.
At Molly O'Malley's the patrons understand
That the player's fee is a pint or three
So everyone's in the band.
Everybody's in the band.
Some join in with voices, some with pipes or reeds.
Some in the band clap their hands or laugh and slap their knees.
Some are still and listen with attentive eyes and ears
And it's always strange how the music changes
When they disappear,
Oh when they disappear.
Over the doorway painted bold,
A question begs your pardon:
Is this a place of many souls
Or just one very large one?
Over the bar, another reads:
Are there many songs,
Or just one that goes on and on?
At Molly O'Malley's they go chair to chair
And each one croons a little tune that they would like to share.
Some are sad, some happy, and singing has its rules
That you can't be shy and you cannot lie,
But sing a song that's true.
Just sing a song that's true.
Over the doorway painted bold,
A question begs your pardon:
Is this a place of many souls
Or just one very large one?
Over the bar, another reads:
Are there many songs,
Or just one that goes on and on?
When the night is over, before the last farewell,
They find the jar on the bar and kindly tip themselves.
At Molly O'Malley's the patrons understand
That the player's fee is a pint or three
So everyone's in the band.
Everybody's in the band.
So my friend
draiguisge just sent me the lyrics to a song I've never heard before, by an artist I've never heard before, and as she said in her email, it's as if he had written the song after one of our bardic circle evenings. This really does capture much of the spirit of a good bardic. Oh yum... positively delicious.I showed the lyrics to my partner and she's all hot now to callig up the two questions mentioned in the song, to hang above our bar.
For those who are interested, a clip of the song (enough to hear a full verse and chorus) is here: http://www.mp3.peppermintcds.com/MollyMalley.mp3
And for the folks in Austin, the songwriter, Peter Mayer, is performing in Austin in April at the UU church:
http://www.liveoakuu.org/coffee/
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Molly O'Malley's
by Peter Mayer
Molly O'Malley's is not too far from here
Where not a soul, the story goes, ever pays for beer.
At Molly O'Malley's the patrons understand
That the player's fee is a pint or three
So everyone's in the band.
Everybody's in the band.
Some join in with voices, some with pipes or reeds.
Some in the band clap their hands or laugh and slap their knees.
Some are still and listen with attentive eyes and ears
And it's always strange how the music changes
When they disappear,
Oh when they disappear.
Over the doorway painted bold,
A question begs your pardon:
Is this a place of many souls
Or just one very large one?
Over the bar, another reads:
Are there many songs,
Or just one that goes on and on?
At Molly O'Malley's they go chair to chair
And each one croons a little tune that they would like to share.
Some are sad, some happy, and singing has its rules
That you can't be shy and you cannot lie,
But sing a song that's true.
Just sing a song that's true.
Over the doorway painted bold,
A question begs your pardon:
Is this a place of many souls
Or just one very large one?
Over the bar, another reads:
Are there many songs,
Or just one that goes on and on?
When the night is over, before the last farewell,
They find the jar on the bar and kindly tip themselves.
At Molly O'Malley's the patrons understand
That the player's fee is a pint or three
So everyone's in the band.
Everybody's in the band.
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Date: 2005-01-11 06:23 am (UTC)Well, you can keep the Sol address if you want, but the real meat's now over at
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Date: 2005-01-11 01:40 pm (UTC)and you know as well as I, no rest for the wicked. <*loud sound of whip cracking*> Ya, mule, ya, 2000 more words before we can sleep... ;>