miss_m_cricket: (Misc - Star sprinkled hair)
Song of the Day: Cad É Sin Don Te Sin

Chuaigh mé chun aonaigh is dhíol mé mo bhó
Ar chúig phunta airgid is ar ghiní bhuí óir
Má ólaim an t-airgead is má bhronnaim an t-ór
Ó cad é sin do'n té sin nach mbaineann sin dó

Má théim 'na choille chraobhaigh cruinniú smeara nó cró
A bhaint úllaí de ghéaga nó a bhuachailleacht bó
Má shíním seal uaire faoi chrann a dhéanamh só
Ó cad é sin do'n té sin nach mbaineann sin dó

Má théimse chuig airnéal is rince is spórt
Chuig aonach is rásaí 's gach cruinniú den tsórt
Má chím daoine súgach is má bhím súgach leo
Ó cad é sin do'n té sin nach mbaineann sin dó

Deir daoine go bhfuil mé gan rath 's gan dóigh
Gan earra gan éadach gan bólacht ná stór
Má tá mise sásta mó chónaí i gcró
Ó cad é sin do'n té sin nach mbaineann sin dó

English Translation

I went to the fair and I sold my cow
For five pounds of silver and a golden guinnea
If I drink the money and if I spend the gold
Oh what does it matter to those it doesn't concern

If I go to the thick woods to gather berries or nuts
Take apples from the branches or become a cowherd
If I stretch out under a tree for an hour to do it
Oh what does it matter to those it doesn't concern

If I go to night-visiting and dance and have fun
To a fair and races and everything like that
If I see tipsy people and if I'm tipsy with them
Oh what does it matter to those it doesn't concern

People say that I'm good for nothing and a wastrel
Without goods without clothes, without kith or kine
If I'm happy with living in a shack
Oh what does it matter to those it doesn't concern

miss_m_cricket: (Australia - Sydney Opera House)
Australian Idol - Kate Miller-Heidke

I was having a bad week
I crashed the car and the cat carked it
Weighed myself outside Woolies and
I'd gained 4 kilos

Arranged to meet an old friend for coffee
I poured my heart out told her all about
Poor dead fluffy, and the bloody car, and did she think I should go on a diet?

She studied my face, trying to frame the words to say
Just the right blend of empathy and advice
She took a big breath. And looked into my eyes and she said:

You should go on Australian Idol!
Even if you don't win, you'll have a great time.
Don't worry that you don't look like a supermodel
They're even letting Fatties on there now
so you should be fine.

I said 'Thanks, I feel a lot better now'
Then I erased her number
I didn't know how much we'd grown apart.

The very next day was my birthday.
No one called, except my grandma
And she was drunk, she just needed a lift home from the pub

Then that Sunday night, I went to dinner with my rellies
They said Happy Birthday!
Do you mind if we put the tv on?
It's nearly the final of Australian Idol and

Katie, you should go on Australian Idol
You're much prettier than her
she looks like a pudding
˜You'll win it no worries love' said my uncle
And I just turned and looked at him like he was something that I stood in.

And don't get me wrong if I turn on the tv and it's on
I can't stop watching. Even with the ads
Even with those two dickheads blabbing on between songs
I love to see their spirits crushed, their egos shattered
I love the ones that really suck in the first auditions
I love to watch them sob, their dreams in tatters
And I laugh while I eat my dinner
They're crying in their 5-star hotel, and I'm cackling on my cack-brown couch
And it's not that I am jealous, I'm not jealous, I'm not jealous.

The next Sunday, I had a pretty bad hangover
Feeling kinda grumpy,
Sitting on the couch, eating Pringles feeling sorry for myself.
I flipped to Channel 10 and before I knew it I was watching a really short guy
Singing that really annoying song by Craig David.

Suddenly I rose to my feet it must have been divine intervention
I saw the light in front of me, and I screamed!

Why am I watching Australian Idol? (God!)
Am I really reduced to this pitiful state? Jesus!
I may as well just head down to my local karaoke bar
Or better still just change to SBS.
You better believe it I'll change to ABC
So Marcia, Dicko, whatever your name is¦
Shove it up your ass!
miss_m_cricket: (Misc - Fire Flower)
More Like Her - Miranda Lambert

She's beautiful in her simple little way
She don't have too much to say when she gets mad
She understands she don't let go of anything
Even when the pain gets really bad
I guess I should have been more like that

You had it all for a pretty little while
And somehow you made me smile when I was sad
You took a chance on a bruised and beaten heart
And then you realized you wanted what you had
I guess I should have been more like that

I should have held on to my pride
I should have never let you lie
I guess you got what you deserve
I guess I should have been more like her

Forgiving you well she's stronger than I am
You don't look much like a man from where I'm at
It's plain to see desperation showed it's truth
You love her as she loves you with all she has
I guess I should have been more like that

I should have held on to my pride
I should have never let you lie
I guess you got what you deserve
I guess I should have been more like her

She's beautiful in her simple little way

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