Thieves & PoetsMy song of the end - (I had seen it in my dreams) - my song of the end - I can't stop the darkening clouds |
...I CAN FEEL THEIR BLUE HANDS TOUCHING ME...
CELTS & FIDDLE
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Questa croce a lati uguali è anche conosciuta con il nome di croce scozzese. Quattro trifogli creano un cerchio che protegge dal male dalle quattro direzioni cardinali, ciascun quadrante evocando il potere della trinità.
Il cerchio simboleggia continuità e crescita spirituale.
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WHAT CELTIC GODDESS ARE YOU?
Arianrhod is the Celtic goddess of the
full moon (or the 'silver wheel'),
of reincarnation, and of the Wheel of
the Year. You are mysterious and serene,
yet you can be stubborn and even cruel.
http://www.quizilla.com/users/Argante/quizzes/
...CLADDAGH... ANELLO D'IRLANDA...
Due mani stringono un cuore sormontato da una corona.
Il cuore simboleggia l'amore eterno, le mani l'amicizia la corona il rispetto e la fedeltà.
STOP WHISPERING - RADIOHEAD
And the wise man say
I don't want to hear your voice
And the thin man say
I don't want to hear your voice
And they're cursing me,
and they won't let me be
And there's nothing to say,
and there's nothing to do
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
And the mother say
we spit on your son some more
And the buildings say
we spit on your face some more
And the feeling is
that there's something wrong
Because I can't find the words
and I can't find the songs
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Can't remember what it is
It doesn't matter anyway
It doesn't matter anyway
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The Foggy Dew <=== click to watch
(performed by Sinead O'Connor & The Chieftains)
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells
Rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter-tide
In the springing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.
And back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro
In my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled
Oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew
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GLOOMYWINTER
GloomyWinter - Birkintree
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Gloomy Winter's noo awa';
soft the westlin breezes blaw.
Among the birks o' Stanley shaw
the mavis sings fu' cheerie O.
Sweet the crawflowers
early bell decks Glenifer's dewy dell.
Blooming like your bonny sel',
my ain my airtless dearie O.
Come my lassie let us stray,
o'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae,
And blithely spend the gowden day,
midst joys that ne'er wearie O.
Trees may bud and birds may sing.
Flowers may bloom and verger spring.
But joy to me they canna bring,
unless wi' ye my dearie O.
Towering o'er the Newton woods,
Lav'rocks fan the snow white clouds;
Siller soughs wi' downy buds adorn
the banks sae brearie O.
Around the silvan fairy nooks,
feathery breckans fringe the rocks
Beneath the brae the burnie jouks
and ilka thing is cheerie O.
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