Get a fucking life
Posted on | March 26, 2007 | 23 Comments
Some lady called Grainne Kelly of Europe Against Drugs (Eurad) international has gotten her knickers in a twist over some song played at the Fianna Fail Ard Fheis. The song ( The Chelsea Dagger track by Scottish band The Fratellis – never heard of it, by the way) has a line which says ‘Gave me gear’, an obvious reference to someone giving someone drugs.
Grainne Kelly is appalled though. She says,
It was wholly inappropriate and in very bad taste. And I would go further and say that the party owes an apology to the families that have been affected by drugs. I have just come from a conference in Scotland where I met relatives of victims ravaged by drugs, and I can tell you they wouldn’t be impressed one bit by this.
Ok, firstly, who gives a knacker’s shite about what some families in Scotland think about a song played an Irish political party’s annual conference? In fact, I’m quite sure the families of junkies in Scotland have better things to be worrying about. Like, for example, their crack addict children.
Secondly, whilst I think Bertie Ahern is the most noxious little cunt this country has produced since Napoleon the child rapist terrorised Waterford many years ago, Fianna Fail can play whatever the fuck music they want. Remember the Labour Party in the UK playing ‘Things can only get better’ by D:Ream? Well, things didn’t get better, did they? They got screwed by their own choice of music and if you ask me the FFers have been quite clever here because while things didn’t get better in the UK there will always be somebody here to give somebody else gear.
Anyway, it’s very hard to find any song without any kind of drug reference. Once you go beyond the obvious (The Stranglers – Golden Brown (heroin), The Beatles – Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (LSD), Cocaine – Eric Clapton (erm…)) you’d think that most songs are clean. They’re not though. Even the most innocent songs are chock full of drug references. Look:
The Green Fields of France – supposedly a song about the military cemeteries in Flanders and Northern France. Look at this though:
Now see how the sun shines o’er the green field of France. There’s a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance.
Poppies = opium = heroin. It’s about the Afghan poppy harvest and how a young man called Willie McBride was importing tons of it to sell in Fatima Mansions in the 80s.
Agadoo – Black Lace released this party favourite and most people thought it was harmless fun. But it’s not.
Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree,
Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee.
Obviously nobody pushes a pineapple, do they? They push drugs. And coffee is brown, it’s obvious they’re talking about hash. Mobile DJs, think about that next time you play it at Granny’s 80th birthday party or some terrible wedding.
And even purer than pure Britney Spears is at it. Everything thinks ‘Hit me baby one more time‘ is about beating up your schoolgirl girlfriend so she doesn’t tell anyone that you’re, you know, doing her and stuff, but that’s just not true. Look:
When Im not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign, hit me baby one more time!
What happens when you’re a drug addict and you don’t get your drugs? You go mental and see weird looking babies crawling across the ceiling at you. What will stop those crazy visions? That’s right, a hit of your favourite narcotic.
So you see, Grainne Kelly, no matter what song they played at the Ard Fheis there would have been some reference to drugs in it so you need to spend less time listening to music and more time shutting the fuck up.
Bertie and his cronies have a lot to apologise for. The very fucking least of it is some shite song played at their Cunt’s Convention.
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March 26th, 2007 @ 2:14 am
They should have used Dana’s ‘All kinds Of Everthing’ coz that the type of party they want When will we get anything better than this shite
March 26th, 2007 @ 6:01 am
Happy Birthday was written by John Gilligan.
Remember that next time your serenading loved ones annually, Gilligan uses the royalties to fund his multi-million euro drug ring, the little bollox.
March 26th, 2007 @ 6:56 am
The Fratellis are good enough to appear on Jools Holland so their track should be mainstream enough for FF.
Transition Year students selected “Chelsea Dagger” for their podcast “Mixfits 18″ and maybe that’s where the Ard Fheis organisers heard it.
It’s here:
http://podcasting.ie/podcast/schoolworks-in-thurles/
March 26th, 2007 @ 7:02 am
” who will buy this wonderful feeling , I’m so high I swear I could fly” from the musical Oliver
March 26th, 2007 @ 7:57 am
When I’m lying there in a pool of my own vomit with 3 syringes still sticking out of me it really does piss me off to hear a song that references drugs, as Ms Kelly says, I am not impressed because I am the Red Rocket Man.
March 26th, 2007 @ 8:24 am
Twenty As I have mentioned before I cant agree with your opinions on Bertie especially considering the options of replacing him are limited to one or other of the Mayo men, Mr Friday (Enda the week)or Mr Rabbit.
But I agree that Miss Kelly is speaking shite. She should have done her reserch better as a Previous FF song was much more drug promoting and actully spoke of the benefits of Cocaine.
With Charlie’s song we’ll sing as one
With Charlie’s song we’ll sing along
With Charlie’s song we’ll march along
We’ll Rise and Follow Charlie
March 26th, 2007 @ 8:57 am
She is right though. I once half heard an obscure line in a practically unknown song that made a vague reference to drugs and was immediately overwhelmed by an irresistible urge to go out and smoke crack. As God is my witness.
You did mention the concept of double negative electioneering a couple of posts back. Well along the same line of thinking, I reckon that the one way to make sure that young people DON’T listen to a songs about drugs is to play them at the Fianna Fail Fucking Ord Esh.
In reality, that Ms. Kelly should be thanking Bertie, not haranguing him. Next year the FF should play some rapper song about killing cops.
March 26th, 2007 @ 8:58 am
FF campaign song from the eighties
‘I stepped out and I stepped in again;
I stepped out and I stepped in again.
I stepped out and I stepped in again, Learnin’ to dance for fianna Fáil’ – obviously using e.
March 26th, 2007 @ 9:03 am
Fuck da Gardai, fuck, fuck, fuck da Gardai.
March 26th, 2007 @ 9:24 am
the most noxious little cunt this country has produced since Napoleon the child rapist terrorised Waterford many years ago
Two words. Barry Egan.
March 26th, 2007 @ 9:27 am
FUCK! DUPLICITY FUCK!
I’m going to have to start reading you before I write of a morning. Ah, bollocks. I’m not writing something new now.
March 26th, 2007 @ 9:44 am
“We are all on drugs” – Weezer. Cut to the chase like.
March 26th, 2007 @ 9:59 am
Whats have the poor gardai done to you now to warrant such singing?
March 26th, 2007 @ 10:42 am
Bertie’s excuse could be:
“It’s not my fault those Fratellis feckers wrote those lyrics on that beautiful melody”
Never heard about that song as well. And for fuck sake, it was only 10 seconds and no lyrics where heard. I think Grainne Kelly is just an attention seeking whore that was worried nobody would care about Eurad. Which we don’t.
March 26th, 2007 @ 11:05 am
You’ve only got to look at songs like “Tie a Yellow Ribbon” – Dawn. ” Chirper Cheep Cheep” – Middle of the Road. ” Mouldy Old Dough” – Leuitenant Pidgeon. All riddled with hidden messages about drug taking…and as for St Winifreds Girls School Choir “No one quite like Grandma”…the little b*stards should have been lined up and shot.
March 26th, 2007 @ 11:16 am
Lined up like c-c-c-c-c-cocaine, Dale!
March 26th, 2007 @ 1:30 pm
Dale, Sally Lindsay, who played Shelley Unwin in Coronation St, sang on that record. She is lovely and I would like her not to be lined up and shot if it is all the same to you. Whereas that drug advocating cunt Ronan Keating… that is a different matter completely. Life is only a rollercoaster if you are out of your box on some narcotic substance.
March 26th, 2007 @ 4:07 pm
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March 26th, 2007 @ 5:36 pm
That D: Ream song, Things can only get better, was closely associated with ecstacy.
The drug, now, not the state of mind, eh, even though that’s probably the same thing,…
Well, you know what I mean!
March 26th, 2007 @ 5:49 pm
It starts in the nursery. What do you think Hey Diddle Diddle is all about, eh? That song was directly responsible for me trying to squeeze the hallucogenic nectar out of the bulbs of the wee red flowers on the way to primary school. The number of bushes I had to go through before I scored a high that would take the edge off the morning ti’ play-time wasn’t funny. I was as a human locust. Totally messed up my learning colours though.
Rub-a-dub-dub was responsible for my friends Finleigh and Grant being “turned” the way they were too.
There ought to be more monitoring but, of course, the teachers are all high as kites too. There’s no winning the war on filth. Nope.
March 26th, 2007 @ 7:27 pm
No one ever speaks of the good that drugs that do. If I didn’t have me hash cakes, my spastic colon would be ravaged.Theres nothin’ more regular than a hash turd.I wish the gaurds would stop bustin’ the poor hash dealers.Soft drugs are a soft target for the cops. Its harder to get hash now than coke and heroin.A mate showed me a small nodge there the other day and it cost him 100euro.The same piece 5 years ago would a cost 30.If we could get heroin etc off the streets we wouldn’t have to listen to de Christy Dignam or read the shite in the sunday indo.Morrissey was right as he put it, ‘only fuckin’ eejits do heroin’.
March 27th, 2007 @ 12:23 pm
JJ Cale won’t be best pleased with you Twenty.
March 27th, 2007 @ 12:27 pm
He’s too off his face on some unspecified drug that he never wrote a song about to care, Woo.