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- 31 de Ene, 2020
The Ballad of the Peace Walls and Warm Beer(To the air of "Come Out Ye Black and Tans" or any good rousing rebel tune – sing it with a defiant lilt and a pint in hand)Come all ye loyal sons of Erin, from Derry down to Belfast town,
Since the Good Friday papers were signed, sure the peace has come crashing down.
They’ve built the walls ten foot tall and higher, to keep the peace so they say,
So we don’t get the urge when the flag’s on the march to fling a few bricks the neighbours’ way.Chorus:
Oh the walls are high and the hatred’s deep, but we call it “peace” with a smile,
Ten feet of concrete ‘tween you and me, in the name of the latest ceasefire.
We’ll not bow to a meaningless monarch with her crown and her silly wee wave,
And we’ll not drink your lukewarm black beer, lads – ours is lukewarm the very same!They tell us the Troubles are over, the guns have all been put away,
But the murals still glare and the bonfires flare on the Twelfth of July’s fine day.
The marching bands beat their Lambeg drums till the windows rattle and shake,
While the other side flies the Tricolour high and calls it a “cultural mistake.”Chorus:
Oh the walls are high and the hatred’s deep, but we call it “peace” with a smile,
Ten feet of concrete ‘tween you and me, in the name of the latest ceasefire.
We’ll not bow to a meaningless monarch with her crown and her silly wee wave,
And we’ll not drink your lukewarm black beer, lads – ours is lukewarm the very same!Now the Irish won’t bend the knee to a king who never set foot on our sod,
We’d rather toast the boys of ’98 than kneel for some Protestant God.
And the Brits won’t sup on our porter so warm it could double for soup,
They’d rather their own flat warm bitter – sure it’s all the same lukewarm goop!Chorus:
Oh the walls are high and the hatred’s deep, but we call it “peace” with a smile,
Ten feet of concrete ‘tween you and me, in the name of the latest ceasefire.
We’ll not bow to a meaningless monarch with her crown and her silly wee wave,
And we’ll not drink your lukewarm black beer, lads – ours is lukewarm the very same!So here’s to the peace that never was, and the walls that grow every year,
To the shared future that’s shared in name only, and the grudges we all hold dear.
From the Ardoyne to the Shankill Road, we live in our separate tribes,
With a ten-foot wall and a lukewarm pint – God save us from real peace vibes!Final Chorus (louder):
Oh the walls are high and the hatred’s deep, but we call it “peace” with a smile,
Ten feet of concrete ‘tween you and me, in the name of the latest ceasefire.
We’ll not bow to a meaningless monarch, and we’ll not drink your English swill,
But at least the beer’s equally lukewarm – sure that’s progress in Northern Ireland still!(End with a defiant “Up the Ra!” or “No Surrender!” depending on which side of the wall you’re singing from – or better yet, sing both and watch the sparks fly.)
Write me catchy lyrics about "Dragon Ball Z" as if I was going to plug it into another AI to make an actual song, meaning, you may introduce a chorus or refrains (i.e: repeated but powerful & inspiring sentences). The song focuses on the brutal fight with Frieza, the friendship Goku has with Piccolo to trust him in a life-or-death situation, how Vegeta dies but his prideful spirit doesn't, and how the level of the fight is planetary, destroying mountains & islands like nothing, powering up the Kaio-Ken to surpass it, etc.