December 25th, 2002
|06:13 am - Thanks, Tims|
There's nothing that makes me smile quite the same way as listening to "Merry Ploughboy" from the latest album of The Tim Malloys and hearing the shouting drunks fill in the chorus (as noted below):
And we're off to Dublin and the Green
(FUCK THE QUEEN!)
With our helmets a'glistening in the sun
(FUCK HER SON!)
Where the bayonets slash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun
It isn't about the lyrics or the sentiment behind them. It's about the particular camaraderie that appears when you're with a group of drunk rowdies who all know the words.
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Merry Ploughboy--The Tim Malloys--Wrecked
"It isn't about the lyrics or the sentiment behind them. It's about the particular camaraderie that appears when you're with a group of drunk rowdies who all know the words."
That's good. Over the last couple of years, I have gotten to really dislike the Irish songs about killing the British bastards. I don't want to hear then, and I'd just as soon not have them sung at all. Idiotic hate is nothing to sing about.
|Date:||December 26th, 2002 10:33 pm (UTC)|| |
I look on it much as I do the lovely gospel songs that were born out of the slavery this nation practiced and the blues songs that were born out of the racial repression that followed it. I can enjoy the music without the context and work to fight the context while enjoying the music.