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Eduuuuuu idaa! ja tuopit lentelee...

*Ei elämästä selviä hengissä - Kaikki paitsi elämä on turhaa*

Kotikaupungin katu oli hiekkainen tie
Siinä Anglia katolleen kääntyi
Vielä vinossa liikennemerkkikin lie
Joka ohjausvirheestä vääntyi

Etupenkiltä lasin läpi lennettyäni
Olin pyörinyt piennarta pitkin
Ojan pohjalla hampaita sylkiessäni
Minä oksensin verta ja itkin

Tässä naamassa arpikin kaunistus olisi
Ja hampaat voi uusiksi laittaa
Mut ajokortin ja Anglian kilvet vei poliisi
Se harrastustoimintaa haittaa

Rallikuskiksi pääsystä toiveita elätän
Turha on äitien sankaripoikia neuvoa
Eihän rallia voiteta jos siellä pelätään
Maalissa juhlitaan voittajapoikaamme Teuvoa

Viikonlopuksi autoa etsiessäni
Otin lainaksi naapurin Sierran
Pikatiellä mä rekkaa päin törmätessäni
Kai törmäsin viimeisen kerran

Teuvo, ota meidät kyytiin
Teuvo, sun Angliasi myytiin

Meidän piti muuttaa maailmaa, men någonting gick fel...

Hän on nahkatakkinen tyttö, sama tyttö on luottanut ihmisiin...

Luulin ettei mikään liikuttaisi, mutta...

Putki påå hela veckan? JOOTACKTACK!

=(

As I was going over the Kilmagenny mountain
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,

musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber, for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
and sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.

It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel,
the guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
but I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.

If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
if I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
and I swear he'll treat me better than me own sportling Jenny

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
but others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

D hä va noo huumår...


Jossu: Vike ljud från dendä prätkän...
Båå: Båå köör HD! Pöt pöt pöt pöt..! *imiteerar att kör HD på en bänk*
Jossu: Nåneej! Båå köör pääp!
Båå: Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip! *imiterar*
*skrattatack*
Jossu: Jo köör scuut! *imiterar*
Båå: *tystnad*


Liite seenare under våra Karisäventyr...

Fia stampar taktn me föttren..
Båå: Härrchss härrchss härrchss!
Jossu: HOTBABE!
Båå: Härrchss härrchss härrchss!
Jossu: HOTBABE!

And so it goes on..


Questions? Comments?

Nej tammifaan, NUU e Båå käär!!

Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i've been walking all day, and im nearly done
and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick
and i hope you died clean
oh Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene

did they beat the drums slowly
did they play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

and did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
in some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
and though you died back in 1916
to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
or are you a stranger without even a name
forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

did they beat the drums slowly
did they play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

the sun shining down on these green fields of France
the warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
the trenches have vanished long under the plow
no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now
but here in this graveyard that's still No Mans Land
the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
till' man's blind indifference to his fellow man
and a whole generation were butchered and damned

did they beat the drums slowly
did they play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

and i can't help but wonder oh Willy McBride
do all those who lie here know why they died
did you really believe them when they told you The Cause
did you really believe that this war would end wars
well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
the killing and dying it was all done in vain
oh Willy McBride it all happened again
and again, and again, and again, and again

did they beat the drums slowly
did they play the fife lowly
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
did the band play the last post and chorus
did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
<3<3

'Green fields of France'
-Dropkick Murphys-

Ha ni nåångång höört åm en ljuuvligare biisi?

Forever´s gonna start tonight! =)=)

tack.