It's THIN LIZZY

As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya

Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with bothbarrels


Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'
Me I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah


This post is the result of an unimaginitive mind, PackMule.
This

Ahhhh, Summer

As I write to all four of my readers on this fine tuesday, I wear shorts and eat a Coles BBQ chook with coleslaw (minus the bones). The air conditioning is on, and I drown in sweat.

The story of my life.

Anyway, just a few days ago I allowed my friend to rope me into a hairbrained scheme involving playing guitar and singing for some band thing he is doing. I agreed, as my own attempts to create a four piece to rival Metallica turned rapidly into a suicide mission- every man for himself!!!

We practice every weekend for some Battle of the Bands type comp in June next year. Hopefully some good covers and onr or two original ideas shall get us the grand prize of obscurity. Thus is the curse of living in a town with no live music scene.


Ahhh fuck it, PackMule.

Continental Post #16

Today's post is in (drum roll) ... Italian.

L'alberino meraviglioso di oggi è interamente circa come una puntura smug ha vinto l'elezione federale 2007.

Sì, i thats radrizzano, Kevin Rudd; soltanto un po'meno gay che John Howard.

Acceso, che dice "ratifichi" attualmente. KeV, firmerete il protocollo de Kyoto.

Quale è soltanto un insieme della GUIDA DI RIFERIMENTO. Non è Una LEGGE REALE.

Wanker.

Inoltre, sono conduco a belive quel qualcuno che o parli Spagnolo, ma vivo in Australia, o le vite in un paese di lingua Spagnola possono preoccuparsi per leggere questo, in modo da la speranza completamente questo è in lingua madre dei someones.

Fino a che non smetta di essere cinico, PackMule

PS: Feel free to translate this.

And, yes Tex, I'm clinically depressed.

My Etymologist Father

I learnt last night (while watching "Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader" I'm ashamed to admit) that the word 'Blog' is a combination of the words 'Web' and 'Log'.

How interesting...?

Anyway, I am now entering the F.U.K season, when exams test the Fucking Useless Knowledge that we have aquired over the semester. I have already started "studying", which involves much more cleaning dirt out from under my nails and staring out the window than actual studying.

After the F.U.K period ends, I will be free to adress all four of my readers on a much more regular basis. On the topic of my number of readers, could anyone who has read my blog more than once leave a comment accompanying this post, then procceed to check yourself into your nearest funny farm. This should give me an idea of how many people read me.

I am an Indiana Jones fan, like many others out there, but I was disturbed when I found out that Harrison Ford (now 65) will be reprising his original role. I was worried that at his age, he should give up and just let THE MILITARY DEAL WITH THE NAZIS. THEY WIN ANYWAY. It would be sad if he had a heart attack whilst battling Hitler.

Just some house keeping, could "Not the Hearald Sun" stop shamlessly plugging his band. It's a BLOG not a POSTER BOARD. JUST STOP.


I'm already dead , so until I reincarnate, PackMule.