What do you mean, you just want to make a victim of yourself?
Nobody called you a virgin
What do you mean, you just want to make a victim of yourself?
Nobody called you a virgin
I didnât call you a virgin either mate, try not to be so sensitive.
Not directly. But I mentioned I was interested in going and he then chimed in with that shite.
Heâd be the first one in if I said âall teachers are cuntsâ (I donât believe that, just in case anyone gets too literal).
If Iâm a stupid cunt for liking some (and I mean only some) of what Peterson says, just say it.
Nasty stuff. Bullying should always be called out
I wouldnât, Iâm not that sensitive, how could all teachers be cunts? Lots probably are
Streets of New York, which was a huge hit for The Wolfe Tones, was written by Liam Reilly, Bagatelle front man and Eurovision contestant.
Liam Reilly, the Bagatelle front man, was once a Eurovision contestant
Christ, the worst moment of a sing song, when someone launches into The Streets of New York
Itâs a bit shit
The front man for Bagatelle is called Liam Reilly
was
The front man for Bagatelle is dead
Tom Watson is an alcoholic
No. It is when you respond with Caledonia.
âSomewhere in Europeâ. I remember it as a young lad.
Meet me in ParisâŠ
That was just before the four in five years.
I think we may have given the Italians 12 points to seal our fate at the Liam Reilly time. He finished second. 1990 or 1991.
The lyrics of Somewhere in Europe were gas, a blatant pull on as many locations in Europe as he could muster. God bless young MBB, but he knew almost all of them. I now see I got the chorus wrong. I always had it as
We could be in Rome again, if weâre ready to go tonight.
Itâs been a long time since we were together
Iâm back in Ireland and I miss you more than ever
In early spring we parted and Iâve been here since then
But if I could only see you once again
Meet me in Paris on a Champs-ĂlysĂ©es night
We could be in Rome again, âneath the Trevi fountain light
We should be together, and maybe we just might
If you could only meet me somewhere in Europe tonight
I remember Amsterdam as we sailed along the canal
And as the leaves began to fall, we were walking in old Bruxelles
In the Black Forest on a German summerâs day
And the memories refuse to go away
Meet me in Paris on a Champs-ĂlysĂ©es night
We could be in Rome again, âneath the Trevi fountain light
We should be together, and maybe we just might
If you could only meet me somewhere in Europe
Donât you remember those Adriatic days?
I miss your laughter and all your little ways
I can still see you in London, walking on Trafalgar Square
And drinking wine in Old Seville, how I wish that we were there
Meet me in Paris on a Champs-ĂlysĂ©es night
We could be in Rome again, âneath the Trevi fountain light
We should be together, maybe we just might
If you could only meet me somewhere in Europe tonight
Meet me in Paris on a Champs-ĂlysĂ©es night
We could be in Rome again, âneath the Trevi fountain light
We should be together, and maybe we just might
If you could only meet me somewhere in Europe tonight
Somewhere in Europe tonight
Somewhere in Europe
I only read that on Saturday. Had no idea.
Reilly also wrote another emigration song called âflight of the earlsâ which was popular for a few years but never caught on like Streets of New York
I love Streets of NY, the line âand he wept as he told me go ahead with the plan, and not to forget, be a proud Irishmanâ is lovely in the context of the song