[Pastor Ezekiel]

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Forget the websight What dose it say to your heart thats what matters

My heart says that you are an inbred fool. That's what matters, right?

[Enobarbus]

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Forget the websight What dose it say to your heart thats what matters

It is a song of parting. And I'm not basing what I say simply on on the Website but on what is the only reasonable interpretation of the lyrics.

It's a song of parting, and the fact that the singer soon expects to die suggests that it is an older person -- a father or possibly a mother. But more likely a father.

With a change in lyrics it can be made into a man/woman love song, an is known as Eily Dear:

EILY DEAR

Oh, Eily dear, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
It's I, it's I must go, and you must bide.
But I'll come back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
And you'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Eily dear, oh Eily dear, I love you so.

Someday, may be, when all the flow'rs are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter, be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.


This time it's being sung by a young man to his woman lover, so instead of "it's you, it's you must go...", the lyrics are "it's I, it's I must go...".

But however you look at it, and whichever version you prefer it is always a song of parting. A sad song about two people who are very close; but who must part and may never see each other again. This is what it says to both the heart and the brain.

"It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide" -- this is about two people who have to part. "Bide" means "stay", savvy?

[The Jabba Master]

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Actually there is only one set of Lyrics and but the song is sung wrong many times its supposed to be sung by a woman to a man or to a father to a Son and the Actual Lyrics go like so:

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside
The summer's gone, and all the leaves are falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
For I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.

And when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And o'er my grave shall warmer, sweeter be.
And if you bend and tell me that you love me.
Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Eather way the song is mostly played a Funerals and death is implyed in the song so Death is apart of this song for a great deal

[WickedWitch]

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Sweet merciful crawdads, BT, how many 'L's' are you going to keep adding to Alie's name? Oh I imagine they'll keep adding until Kingdom Come.

Off with binoculars peeping in someone's window's somewhere perhaps?

No no, Rachael, they're looking for Dannyboy, not Booby-Joe.

Nice writing. I admit, I don't have a very keen sense when it comes to the finer arts. But I know what I like, and I like this!

*Blushes* Thank you.

I love your poem, Alie. You have a great talent for writing.

*Blushes again* Thank you, too! I've been writing for a long time. I hardly ever like what I write, but I like this one. And that other one I posted here... Not the birthday one... The other one.

Its a simbolic song for death you git

Please don't insult Eno, it makes me very sad.

It is a song of parting. And I'm not basing what I say simply on on the Website but on what is the only reasonable interpretation of the lyrics.

It's a song of parting, and the fact that the singer soon expects to die suggests that it is an older person -- a father or possibly a mother. But more likely a father.

I agree. I always see the image of a young lad of about 17 with a bag slung on his shoulder, walking away from his father, to answer the call of the pipes. And it always makes me teary.

But however you look at it, and whichever version you prefer it is always a song of parting. A sad song about two people who are very close; but who must part and may never see each other again. This is what it says to both the heart and the brain.

"It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide" -- this is about two people who have to part. "Bide" means "stay", savvy?

Eno! You talk like my favourite pirate!! *Squeals and faints*

[Old Iron Crotch]

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Eno! You talk like my favourite pirate!! *Squeals and faints*

My favorite pirate too! Although I also must admit that I'd buy a ticket to watch Geoffrey Rush read the phone book....

[WickedWitch]

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OMGs, I love Geoffry Rush! Hardcore! He's just great. He and Johnny Depp, man, I tell ya!

[banditfemme]

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Ermmm.....
Is this a bona fide poetry forum ¿ This posting is pleasant enough-- somewhere between a journal entry and a country song. Notwithstanding that, it could use some serious tweaking. I'm parachuting in from poetry land. Poetry is my main addiction. If you'd like me to reconstruct your poem with minimal surgery, please let me know.

I believe that poetry stalks us everywhere, even in the kiss of hell.

bandit

[Pastor Al E Pistle]

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Ermmm.....
Is this a bona fide poetry forum ¿ This posting is pleasant enough-- somewhere between a journal entry and a country song. Notwithstanding that, it could use some serious tweaking. I'm parachuting in from poetry land. Poetry is my main addiction. If you'd like me to reconstruct your poem with minimal surgery, please let me know.

I believe that poetry stalks us everywhere, even in the kiss of hell.

bandit

Hiya Bandit. Welcome to America. These people can't write poetry because they are Canuckistanis and have no taste. Especially Allie, who is a boob job without the boobs. Almost certifiable. The only good poetry in the world in in the KJV1611 (Authorized) Bible. The Song of Solomon. And it isn't really poetry.

[WickedWitch]

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Pastor Al, ouch! You've really hurt me! And I thought we were past the point of insults. This saddens me deeply.

And as for you, Mademoiselle Bandit, I'd prefer not to have my poems "tweaked" by perfect strangers, and I don't take kindly to the suggestion. So thank you, but no.

[Pastor Al E Pistle]

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Pastor Al, ouch! You've really hurt me! And I thought we were past the point of insults. This saddens me deeply.

And as for you, Mademoiselle Bandit, I'd prefer not to have my poems "tweaked" by perfect strangers, and I don't take kindly to the suggestion. So thank you, but no.

Insult? Why Sweet Tart, that wasn't an insult. It was my heart speaking and that's what matters, right?

Be nice to demoiselle Bandit. She feeds me grapes one at a time.

[WickedWitch]

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Insult? Why Sweet Tart, that wasn't an insult. I found it to be insulting. I'll have you know, Sir, my bosom is ample. It was my heart speaking and that's what matters, right? *Twitches her nose* I'm going to let you get away with it this time, but that's only 'cause you're you.

Be nice to demoiselle Bandit. She feeds me grapes one at a time.

Well, I don't like her. You tell her to leave me alone.

[Pastor Al E Pistle]

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Well, I don't like her. You tell her to leave me alone.

Hahahahaha! I see what happened. You misunderstood me entirely. I meant to say you are nutcake without the cake. See what happens when simple misunderstandings occur? I wasn't referring you your Tic-Tacs at all.

[banditfemme]

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I promise to leave you alone. I'm not a fan of country music or glycerin tear drops. One parting shot:

Tu ne l'emporteras pas au paradis.


bisou

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[WickedWitch]

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Hahahahaha! I see what happened. You misunderstood me entirely. I meant to say you are nutcake without the cake. See what happens when simple misunderstandings occur? I wasn't referring you your Tic-Tacs at all.

LMAO! All right, well, next time, just call me a nut. I don't find that offensive at all, and I'm much less likely to become confused.

Mademoiselle Bandit, est-ce que tu as la permission d'un pasteur pour parler français ici? Le français est interdit dans l'église de l'Un Vrais Sauveur. Montre quelque respect et parler l'anglais.

[Pastor Ezekiel]

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LMAO! All right, well, next time, just call me a nut. I don't find that offensive at all, and I'm much less likely to become confused.

Mademoiselle Bandit, est-ce que tu as la permission d'un pasteur pour parler français ici? Le français est interdit dans l'église de l'Un Vrais Sauveur. Montre quelque respect et parler l'anglais.

How dare you speak arabic in God's favorite forum you empty-headed female! Speak American or keep silent!

Once more and you'll find yourself with a bucketful of shiny new infraction points!