Graveyard

[DAMNTHEWEATHER]

Naw, not so far

Musta bin shot be an arrow by the 'Fookarwe' Tribe in dey long grass.....

The tribe were pygmies....and as they moved around in the long grass they used te jump up every now and then to see where they were going and shout "Where the Fookarwe" .

[DAMNTHEWEATHER]

They did the mash....they did the monster mash......They did the mash......it was a graveyard smash......

[bigby]

They did the mash....they did the monster mash......They did the mash......it was a graveyard smash......

did you see the Clontarf Baths are opening again

[DAMNTHEWEATHER]

did you see the Clontarf Baths are opening again

no....how much that cost.?

[bigby]

no....how much that cost.?

only 2 million

[bigby]

http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/courts/clontarf-baths-to-open-in-september-following-2m-restaurant-and-bar-upgrade-35954563.html

[dinny]

did you see the Clontarf Baths are opening again

It looks great

[DAMNTHEWEATHER]

http://www.independent.ie/irish-news...-35954563.html you coming over for a swim

You betcha.... a two million quid swim pool....far cry from the oul freezing cold Iveagh or Tara....worth a fifty quid each way ticket eh ?.

[rasher]

You betcha.... a two million quid swim pool....far cry from the oul freezing cold Iveagh or Tara....worth a fifty quid each way ticket eh ?.

That's ok but can you buy gur cake when you are finished your swim

[DAMNTHEWEATHER]

That's ok but can you buy gur cake when you are finished your swim

Ahhh now there's a thing....Gur cake eh....well there used te be a bakery in Nicks Street in the Iveagh Blocks where we got our Gur after a swim in the Iveagh.....wonder can ye still get it.
"YUM YUM...pigs bum Cabbage an Pidarizz".

[quinner]

Ahhh now there's a thing....Gur cake eh....well there used te be a bakery in Nicks Street in the Iveagh Blocks where we got our Gur after a swim in the Iveagh.....wonder can ye still get it.
"YUM YUM...pigs bum Cabbage an Pidarizz".

Cake shop was on the corner of Patrick St and Bride Road.....In the Iveagh Buildings.....

[DAMNTHEWEATHER]

Cake shop was on the corner of Patrick St and Bride Road.....In the Iveagh Buildings.....

Yum yummers....an deh smell all down the road...ouuu jayziz !!!

[DAMNTHEWEATHER]

The Graveyard

I love The Graveyard
a lonely garden to the dead
the people do not speak
a sort of cold communion
they lie down peacefully
like sad memories no longer moving in the lives of the living
their faces do not move
forgotten
the information is clear on each stone
here lies our beloved
no confusion
simple
no racket,
only a bee flits to see if any flower has nectar
the light is dim under the cedar trees,
light burns me you see
only rooks live there
in their little black cloaks
the wind blows over the grave stones
a sweet howling travels as a ghost
and i think here
i wander to each one
i have friends there
who listen
pale
but they never respond
and a black cat sits overlooking the heights beyond to the east
like a watcher who knows he too shall soon die
his ragged fur
ratted
his whiskers grey
like the skies passing overhead
we see
my own life fragile on a thread leading to the earth
like the spiders
and in the silence of this place i know i shall belong
for what is dead now was once living.

Ella May Brown Jul 2015

[bojangles]

Faithful Departed

Phil Chevron

C A
This graveyard hides a million secrets,
C A
And the trees know more than they can tell.
C F
The ghosts of the saints and the scholars will haunt you,
G C
In heaven and in hell.

C A
Rattled by the glimmer man, the boogie man, the holy man,
C A
And livin’ in the shadows, in the shadows of a gunman.
C F
Rattled like the coppers in your greasy till,
G C
Rattled until time stood still.

C A
Look over your shoulder, hear the school bell ring,
C A
Another day of made-to-measure history.
C F
I don’t care if your heroes have wings,
G C
Your terrible beauty has been torn.

CHORUS

A F G C
Faithful departed, we fickle hearted,
F E D G
As you are now so once were we.
A F G C
Faithful departed, we the meek hearted,
F E D G
With graces imparting bring flowers to thee.

The girls in the kips proclaim their love for you
When you stumbled in they knew you had a shilling or two.
They cursed you on Sundays and holy days of abstinence,
When you all stayed away.

When you slept there a naked bulb hid your shame,
Your shadows on the wall, they took all the blame.
The Sacred Heart’s picture, compassion in his eyes,
Drowned out the river of sighs.

Let the grass grow green over the brewery tonight,
It’ll never come between the darkness and the light.
There is no pain that can’t be eased,
By the devil’s holy water and the rosary beads.

CHORUS

You’re a history book I never could write,
Poetry in paralysis, too deep to recite.
Dress yourself, bless yourself, you’ve won the fight,
We’re gonna celebrate the night.

We’ll even climb the pillar like you always meant to,
Watch the sun rise over the strand.
Close your eyes and we’ll pretend,
It could somehow be the same again.
I’ll bury you upright so the sun doesn’t blind you.
You won’t have to gaze at the rain and the stars.
Sleep and dream of chapels and bars,
And whiskey in the jar.

FINAL CHORUS

A F G C
Faithful departed, look what you’ve started;
F D D G
An underdog’s wounds aren’t so easy to mend.
A F G C
Faithful departed, there’s no broken hearted,
F E D G C
And no more tristesse in your world without end.

[DAMNTHEWEATHER]

"And whiskey in the jar"... that's a neat little line te squeeze in there.