I wish to all o’ ya a happy happy St.Patricks day and present to you “Danny Boy” performed by Sinead O Connor on The Late Late show Christmas 1993 , and as for Ireland, I pray to the Dark Stars for peace up there!! It’s two nations, two religions but only one Ireland, and for each and everyone up there it’s only ONE life. Live it wisely, love , party , have fun and don’t endulge in violence. Peace !!

Ah Danny boy, the pipes,
the pipes are calling
From glen to glen,
and down the mountain side

The summer’s gone,
and all the flowers 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

And I’ll be here
in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,
I love you so

But if you come,
and all the flowers are falling
And I am dead,
as dead I may well be

You’ll come and find
the place where I am lying
And kneel and say
an “Ave” there for me

And I will hear,
though soft your tread above me
And o’er my grave
will warmer sweeter be

And you will bend
and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep
in peace until you come to me

But if I live
and should you die for Ireland
Let not your dying thoughts
be just of me

But say a prayer to God
for our dearest Island
I know He’ll hear
and help to set her free

And I will take your pike
and place my dearest
And strike a blow,
though weak the blow may be

Twill help the cause
to which your heart was nearest
Oh Danny Boy, Oh, Danny boy
I love you so.

Sometimes, just when you run out of words, because your emotions outrace your mind, there is a poem, or best there is a song expressing what can’t be fit into words by one self. So I dedicate this post to all the coma patients out there, seeing the text as symbolic, because in the end it doesn’t matter if it’s a real war, a persons war on himself, the war on the streets highways, or else …
And it’s also and specially dedicated to the families of the poor victims, who cannot give up hope, who spend day after day, trying to lead a somewhat normal life, whilst one of their loved is hanging in limbo between life and death, who cannot dare to wish for death, nor for a life with all the disadvantages brain damage can cause,…

Metallica – ONE – the lyrics:
I can’t remember anything
can’t tell if this is true or dream
deep down inside I feel to scream
this terrible silence stops me

now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up, I cannot see
that there’s not much left of me
nothing is real but pain now

hold my breath as I wish for death
oh please God, wake me

back in the womb it’s much too real
in pumps life that I must feel
but can’t look forward to reveal
look to the time when I’ll live

fed through the tube that sticks in me
just like a wartime novelty
tied to machines that make me be
cut this life off from me

hold my breath as I wish for death
oh please God, wake me

now the world is gone I’m just one
oh God, help me hold my breath as I wish for death

darkness imprisoning me
all that I see
absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
trapped in myself
body my holding cell

landmine has taken my sight
taken my speech
taken my hearing
taken my arms
taken my legs
taken my soul
left me with life in hell

Hurray.
Whilst being able to avoid it at the first two Levin memorial jams, I managed to paint this year.
The final piece shows a “mAZe 210″, showing AZraels (the bAZtard) short name too.
Overall it was great fun to paint a mural again after about two years, seeing writers from all over Europe and enjoying Pezofox’S and Master Cash’s turntable styles.

So ahm gonna let the Old school rule,
and let the rythm hit ‘em

Thanx to everyone thinkin’ of it. Celebration will commence today and tomorrow at the Levin Jam 2008