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9月26日 Talking about Metallica - InterviewMetallica - Interview 1月31日 Wolfe Tones to play Waterfront HallIt has been confirmed that Ireland's legendary balladeers, The Wolfe Tones, will perform a very special concert event at Belfast's Waterfront Hall on Sunday, 26th October, 2008. This will be The Wolfe Tones first appearance at this prestigious venue right in the heart of Belfast City Centre and promises to be one of the most anticipated concerts of 2008. This event will celebrate 45 Years of the legendary Wolfe Tones and their contribution to the world of Irish ballad music.
1月28日 video for the music on my SpaceI have had this song some time on my Space. A friend of mine wrote and
recorded it on the melody of an old song by Boudewijn de Groot. I have created a video clip with the song. Let me know what you think of it.... 12月21日 New (Dutch) music on my SpaceYesterday my friend Pascal sent me a song he had written and recorded. It is based on the song "Mister President" from Boudewijn de Groot, about which I wrote before (http://belfastchild.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!72BE419617406AE6!832.entry) but this is directly aimed to the Dutch Prime minister Jan Peter Balkenende and is more about the current situation in Iraq and Afghanistan.
The song is in Dutch and will stay in Dutch only, but if anyone wants a translation of the lyrics just leave a comment for that. Pascal will get in touch with the management of Boudewijn de Groot to find out if he can get the rights to officialy release the song. 6月13日 Mr. PresidentIn 1966 the Dutch singer Boudewijn de Groot released a song about the Vietnam war.
The USA are still a country that tries to bring peace by dropping bombs on innocent people, which makes it that this song hasn't got outdated even after more than 40 years. Unfortunately for the many readers of my Space the lyrics are in Dutch so the people who do not understand Dutch this will have to do with a translation, which is never as good as the original. Here are first the original lyrics in Dutch:
Meneer de President, welterusten
Slaap maar lekker in je mooie witte huis Denk maar niet te veel aan al die verre kusten Waar uw jongens zitten, eenzaam ver van huis Denk maar niet aan al die zesenveertig doden Die vergissing laatst bij dat bombardement En vergeet het vierde van de tien geboden Die u als goed christen zeker kent Denk maar niet aan al die jonge frontsoldaten Eenzaam stervend in de verre tropennacht Laat die bleke pacifistenkliek maar praten Meneer de President, slaap zacht Droom maar van de overwinning en de zegen
Droom maar van uw mooie vredesideaal Dat nog nooit door bloedig moorden is verkregen Droom maar dat het u wel lukken zal ditmaal Denk maar niet aan al die mensen die verrekken Hoeveel vrouwen, hoeveel kinderen zijn vermoord Droom maar dat u aan het langste eind zult trekken En geloof van al die tegenstand geen woord Bajonetten met bloedige gevesten Houden ver van hier op uw bevel de wacht Voor de glorie en de eer van 't vrije westen Meneer de president, slaap zacht Schrik maar niet te erg wanneer u in uw dromen
Al die schuldeloze slachtoffers ziet staan Die daar ginds bij 't gevecht zijn omgekomen En u vragen hoe lang dit nog zo moet gaan En u zult toch ook zo langzaamaan wel weten Dat er mensen zijn die ziek zijn van geweld Die het bloed en de ellende niet vergeten En voor wie nog steeds een mensenleven geldt Droom maar niet te veel van al die dooie mensen Droom maar fijn van overwinning en van macht Denk maar niet te veel aan al die vredeswensen Meneer de President, slaap zacht And here is a translation: Sweet dreams Mr. president,
sleep but nicely in your beautiful white house think not too much of all those distant coasts where your boys sit, solitary far from home don't think of all those forty-six deads from that mistake with that bombardment and forget the fourth of the ten commandments which you as a good Christian certainly knows don't think of all to those young front soldiers solitary dying in the distant tropics night just leave those pale pacifists talking Mr. president, sleep well Dream just of the victory and the blessing
dream just of your beautiful peace ideal which has never been obtained by bloody assassinations but dream that you however this time will succeed don't think of all those people who perish how many women, how many children have been killed just dream that you will draw the longest end and belief from the resistance not a word bayonets and bloody waistcoats standing guard far from here on your command for the honour and the glory of the free west Mr. president, sleep well Do not be scared too much when you in your dreams you get to see those innocent victims who out there at the fighting have been perished and who ask you how long this still must go this way and you will know nevertheless by now that there are people that are sick of the violence who will not forget the blood and misery and to who, a human live still counts Do not dream too much of all those dead people dream just nice of victory and of power Just don't think too much of all those peace wishes Mr president, sleep well 2月16日 Teddy bears headAmerica has an eagle
Australia a kangaroo England has a lion But we have an animal too. You won't find her in the forest
Or in this land so green But just take a map of Ireland And our Teddy's to be seen On the outskirts of Europe in the Atlantic so dear There´s a country called old Ireland that looks like a teddy bear It´s an island that´s split in two - with a border in her head Her face and tail are all her own but her brains are foreign land So its here´s up the rebels get back our teddy´s head Her face and tail are all her own but her brains are foreign land. Her face is o'er in Donegal her brains are in Belfast Her arms outstreched in Galway for the friends that do go past Her hair is on the North Coast in Derry, Antrim, Down I am sure this head would be better off without the bloody crown Her Back Bone´s on the East Coast from Dublin to Dundalk Her legs and feet in Kerry they have shoes that never walked Her backside´s from Cork to Wexford her heart is in the Midlands We´re facing towards America with our ass to England So listen proud Brittania to what I say to you Would you like it if your head was owned by someone quite untrue And they planted foreign fleas to mix in with your breed Before another year had passed you´d never know your creed 5月17日 VOTE LORDI!Anyone with more intellectual capacity than cole slaw sees the Eurovision Song Contest for what it is: a bad joke, where utterly unimpressive, unintentionally humorous and genuinely awfully bad performances alternate with unfunny in-betweeners by a pair of photogenic but airheaded hosts, nostalgic bits of past song contests and unremarkable intermission shows, all in a candy-coloured, holdyourhandstogether-fa-la-la-ecstatic display of European pseudo-unity. The term "eurotrash" is redefined yearly in this orgy of tragicomedy. There's a place for trash entertainment, sure. What's mostly worrying is the number of people who actually take the contest seriously, even turn it into a question of national self-esteem without understanding its true nature at all, bright-eyed with no sense of camp humour. These imbeciles mostly hold power over the selection of the representatives for the contests - which admittedly provides the rest of us with our hilarious annual portion of gourmet badness. However, every now and then a country wakes from this banal hibernation and elects a contest representative with Attitude, showmanship and some healthy F U towards disapproving contest conservatives. This year, that country is Finland. Not only is Lordi a genuinely decent hard rock act in the footsteps of Kiss, its concept - a visual, tongue-in-cheek monster show - is delightfully insolent. The band is as atypical a contestant as there's ever been, and most certainly the most outrageous performer in the history of the Eurovision Song Contest. Its selection into the contest is nothing short of poetic justice, a sharp-nailed middle finger presented to the shocked, sheepish masses. The infamy it has raised in the European media, as well as the laughable satanism outrage from boneheaded religious folks merely improve the laughs for those of us who Get It. This page and you, dear reader, have a mission: to spread across Europe our message, "VOTE LORDI!" Let's test how big an influence a (hopefully) massive Internet campaign can have. E-mail, blog, phone, SMS, IRC and IM this message to all your friends, the friends of your friends, to casual acquaintances and net buddies and generally to everyone who's capable of voting in the Eurovision Song Contest semifinal on the 18th of May and in the final on the 20th of May. Let's make Eurovision history. Exercise your right to vote! A promotional movie is available for download here (or here for people who cannot or don't want to play WMV). The videoclip of the song Hard Rock Hallelujah is here available to watch. The semi-final was a success and Lordi qualified for the final. Here you can see the semi-final performance. 4月10日 Nicky Byrne en Lars UlrichI was chatting with a colleague, and she sent me this photo of Nicky Byrne from Westlife. As soon as I saw the picture I thought he looked a bit like Lars Ulrich, the Metallica drummer, in his younger days, only with short hair, mainly if you look at the eyes, the nose and the facial expression.. So I started looking for a picture, unfortunately I couldn't find one from the period I was thinking about but I found one more recent picture where Lars also has short hair. So far the only person who denies they look like each other is this colleague, who is one of Nicky Byrne's biggest fans. Can't blame her, but here's a chance to look for yourself... 2月9日 Music on my SpaceI just added some music to my Space. This song is played every time the Belfast Giants score a goal.
If you want to know how to add music to your Space check this site:
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