Things would be different today.... :-(
Friday, November 30, 2007
Good Morning Britain
Mick Jones may have not aged well, but is briliant. Roddy Frame? Fantastic. I know I've hear this before. Powerfull.
This is lyrics from www.lyrics007.com
Jock's got a vote in Parochia
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later.
And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
Music's food 'til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture.
Chorus:
The past is steeped in shame,
But tomorrow's fair game,
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain.
Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
Paddy's just a figure of fun
It lightens up the danger.
And a corporal sneers at a catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
He's killing more than celtic joy
Death is not a stranger.
Taffy's time's gonna come one day
It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way
A house is not a holiday
Your sons are leaving home Neil.
In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a Rak-a-Rak-a feel.
Chorus
From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
It's not a case of where you go
It's race and creed and colour.
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground's just a stop away
Don't be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a little duller.
But in this green and pleasant land,
Where I make my home, I make my stand
Make it cool just to be a man,
A uniform's a traitor.
Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall,
Just let them know you gave your all,
Worry about it later.
Chorus
Mick Jones may have not aged well, but is briliant. Roddy Frame? Fantastic. I know I've hear this before. Powerfull.
This is lyrics from www.lyrics007.com
Jock's got a vote in Parochia
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later.
And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
Music's food 'til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture.
Chorus:
The past is steeped in shame,
But tomorrow's fair game,
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain.
Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
Paddy's just a figure of fun
It lightens up the danger.
And a corporal sneers at a catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
He's killing more than celtic joy
Death is not a stranger.
Taffy's time's gonna come one day
It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way
A house is not a holiday
Your sons are leaving home Neil.
In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a Rak-a-Rak-a feel.
Chorus
From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
It's not a case of where you go
It's race and creed and colour.
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground's just a stop away
Don't be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a little duller.
But in this green and pleasant land,
Where I make my home, I make my stand
Make it cool just to be a man,
A uniform's a traitor.
Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall,
Just let them know you gave your all,
Worry about it later.
Chorus
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Monday, November 26, 2007
A perfect Madrid Sunday...
V. and I motivated ourselves enough to meet at Callao by 12:30. She bought me breakfast at a coffee house. We went to the bookstore and examined Spanish grammar books. A walk to Plz. Mayor, where I was talked into a 10 minute back message by a small Asian lady. Two of our friends passed by and we all talked. V. and I headed for the backstreets of La Latina and all the tapa bars were packed full. We found a place to sit and had the best
potato, egg, pepper, jamon mixta and a couple of small beers.
We then decided to see what was playing at the movies, where we bought tickets for George Cloony's new movie Michael Clayton (excellent). Before the start though we treated ourselves to churros and thick chocolate. Yummy.
After the film we went back to the Churros place to find the bags we accidentally left there were turned in and we retrieved. Whew.
Finished with a glass of red wine and a chorizo tapa at a little warm wine bar.
And that, my friends, is a perfect Madrid afternoon.
V. and I motivated ourselves enough to meet at Callao by 12:30. She bought me breakfast at a coffee house. We went to the bookstore and examined Spanish grammar books. A walk to Plz. Mayor, where I was talked into a 10 minute back message by a small Asian lady. Two of our friends passed by and we all talked. V. and I headed for the backstreets of La Latina and all the tapa bars were packed full. We found a place to sit and had the best
potato, egg, pepper, jamon mixta and a couple of small beers.
We then decided to see what was playing at the movies, where we bought tickets for George Cloony's new movie Michael Clayton (excellent). Before the start though we treated ourselves to churros and thick chocolate. Yummy.
After the film we went back to the Churros place to find the bags we accidentally left there were turned in and we retrieved. Whew.
Finished with a glass of red wine and a chorizo tapa at a little warm wine bar.
And that, my friends, is a perfect Madrid afternoon.
Sunday, November 25, 2007

Fernan Gomez's coffin was covered in an anarchist flag — at his request, although he was not known to be politically active — and placed beneath a large photo of the actor smiling while holding a newspaper in his hands. Argentine tango songs — his favorites_ played in the background.
I had no idea. I've loved Fernando Fernán Gómez since I saw him as the father in El Espiritu de la Colmena, and more as the sexy old father in Belle Epoque. I studied his early films, with seditious undertones. He was a red-head. I didn't know he was sick.... I passed his hospital twice a week by bus. I bought the IHT on Friday, no mention of him, although I haven't quite finished the paper. I would have, for the first time, lined-up and paid my tribute if I had know.
Mourners pay respects to Spanish actor Fernan Gomez in Madrid
The Associated Press - Thursday, November 22, 2007
MADRID, Spain
Hundreds of mourners filed past the casket of Fernando Fernan Gomez in Madrid on Thursday to pay their last respects to one of Spain's most important filmmakers.
Fans, colleagues from the Spanish cinema and theater world and politicians all gathered at Madrid's Teatro Espanol. The prolific actor, director and writer died Wednesday aged 86.
Fernan Gomez's coffin was covered in an anarchist flag — at his request, although he was not known to be politically active — and placed beneath a large photo of the actor smiling while holding a newspaper in his hands. Argentine tango songs — his favorites_ played in the background.
Known for his booming voice, stern and imposing physical presence and sometimes irascible temper, Fernan Gomez appeared in more than 200 films, directed another 20 and wrote novels, plays and poetry.
Film critic Carlos Boyero, writing in leading Madrid daily El Pais, described Fernan Gomez as "the creator of some of the most unsettling and moving films of Spanish cinema."
Lawmakers at the Spanish parliament applauded in a brief homage to the actor on Thursday morning.
He was also a member of the Spanish Royal Academy, the official watchdog of the Spanish language.
He is survived by his second wife, Spanish actress Emma Cohen, and his son Fernando and daughter Elena from his first marriage.
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