The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
The big difficulty with a song which is in a
language you are not familiar with is that
conditioning sets in, and your ears try to
enforce meaning on what you are hearing. So it
was with this song, in Irish Gaelic, by proto
folk-rockers The Horslips. All I know about the
Irish that it's something to do with a ship
sailing out of Spain. I could be wrong. But holy
Jesus and his mother, it sounded like the singer
was going on about his new Japanese motorcycle,
possibly the first one ever to be seen in County
Guinness... Any Irish-speakers out there?
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