Thursday, January 18, 2007

Black '47 Back in the Day

One of my favorite bands playing one of their best songs ("Maria's Wedding") on Letterman. I wish I was in Connolly's dancing to it with a girl with no teeth...as I was the first time I heard it. Come to think of it, that girl had teeth, they were just rotten. Dr. Beckett, your thoughts? Your memory might be better than mine.

Larry & Co. have news about their next trip to the motherland (Ireland), some new tour dates and info on Larry Kirwan's Sirius radio show at Black47.com.


UPDATE: In regards to the good Doctor's thoughts circa Comment #1, here's Black '47 doing "Downtown Baghdad Blues".

2 comments:

  1. In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

    Got a buddy in Najaf, he’s playing it straight
    Prays to the Lord Jesus Christ every night
    Got a homey in Samarra goin’ up the wall
    Every time he hear an Islamic prayer call
    Me, I don’t care much for Jesus or Mohammed
    They don’t stop bullets to the best of my knowledge
    Later for the both of you, catch you in eternity
    Hopefully, towards the end of this century

    I didn’t want to come here, I didn’t get to choose,
    I got the hup, two, three, four Downtown Baghdad Blues.

    I wish I was back home rootin’ for the Padres
    ‘Stead of dodgin’ bullets from Mookie El Sadr
    I wish I was back in the land of Giuliani
    Instead of takin’ heat from Ayatollah Sistani
    Don’t know what I’m doin,’ but one thing is clear
    Twenty years old, I can kill but I can’t buy a beer
    Keep your head down, don’t get your brain cells fried
    You’ll be home by Christmas - dead or alive!

    I wish I was back in the US of A
    Instead dodgin’ rockets in Falluji-ay
    There’s a lady with my tattoo on her so special
    Dream of her and me out in the desert
    She ridin’ round in her Daddy’s Ford Explorer
    I’m kickin’ in doors, hey, I thought this war was over
    Got sand in my nose, sand in my eyes
    But the sand can’t cover up the sights of a
    Sniper with my number, got his finger on the trigger
    Hope my baby’s okay, still waitin’ for a letter
    All I get are emails, so much unsaid
    It’s hot here, baby, but it’s so cold inside my head.

    Mission accomplished, yeah, up on deck
    Got no armor for my Humvee, left facin’ this train wreck
    Shia don’t like me, want Islamic Revolution
    Sunni say civil war is part of the solution
    Maybe someday there’ll be peace in Fallujah
    McDonald’s on the boulevard, Cadillac cruisin’
    I’m tryin’ hard to keep this whole thing straight
    But will someone tell me what am I doin’ here in the first place?

    TB

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  2. In the name of Nothingness.

    Be well friend, be well.

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