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Off-Topic Discussion => General Discussion => Topic started by: vyper on February 03, 2005, 05:47:37 pm
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Best song for your country?
For Scotland- I'm trying to remember the name but it was played during the rugby adverts on TV. Will edit when I can recall.
The UK - Rule Britannia
What would you choose?
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I think the Thunderbirds theme for the UK, or the James Bond theme, just because it would be funny to watch the Olympic Team marching to it ;)
Edit : Oh yes, and no singing ;)
I suppose if I had to sing something, I'd be completely stuck to choose.
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Flower of Scotland no?
Spose I'd pick the appropriatly named Song for Ireland (http://www.mary-black.net/disco/songs/114.htm)
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Actually, I quite liked the 'Old Spice' tune, but I can't remember what it's called :(
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Oh Fortuna from Carmin Burano(sp)?
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Which country would Alanis Morisette's B itch work for? :p
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I can't sing at all, but there are some good anthems:
Flower of Scotland
Rule Brittania
La Marseillaise
Star Spangled Banner
But I'd probably choose 'God save the Queen' - by The Sex Pistols.....
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I think a certain song by the DiVinyls would be good for a large portion of America. :nervous:
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Old Spice tune is: Carmina Burana by Carl Orff.
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Originally posted by Clave
Carl Orff.
What a freaky coincidence of names...
Carl the Shivan nearly destroyed the Orff! :eek:
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O Fortuna (Chorus) O Fortune
O Fortuna - O Fortune,
velut luna - like the moon
statu variabilis, - you are changeable,
semper crescis - ever waxing
aut decrescis; - and waning;
vita detestabilis - hateful life
nunc obdurat - first oppresses
et tunc curat - and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem, - as fancy takes it;
egestatem, - poverty
potestatem - and power
dissolvit ut glaciem. - it melts them like ice.
Sors immanis - Fate - monstrous
et inanis, - and empty,
rota tu volubilis, - you whirling wheel,
status malus, - you are malevolent,
vana salus - well-being is vain
semper dissolubilis, - and always fades to nothing,
obumbrata - shadowed
et velata - and veiled
michi quoque niteris; - you plague me too;
nunc per ludum - now through the game
dorsum nudum - I bring my bare back
fero tui sceleris. - to your villainy.
Sors salutis - Fate is against me
et virtutis - in health
michi nunc contraria, - and virtue,
est affectus - driven on
et defectus - and weighted down,
semper in angaria. - always enslaved.
Hac in hora - So at this hour
sine mora - without delay
corde pulsum tangite; - pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem - since Fate
sternit fortem, - strikes down the string man,
mecum omnes plangite! - everyone weep with me!
Yep, the tonal beat is right, so I think this is it :)
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Wow. What an upbeat, happy song! :p
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Iirc its about temperance, ie drinking non alcoholic beverages, so wouldnt really be suitable for england.
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Originally posted by Gank
Flower of Scotland no?
No I know that pretty darn well.
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Lifts me out of those darker moments.... hehehehe :)
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A Portuguesa (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/10/Hino_Portugal.mp3)
God save the Queen (surprisingly, but with some alterations to the words to suit) (http://david.national-anthems.net/gb.mid)
Star Spangled Banner (http://www.seaborne-intl.com/sounds/midi/UNITED-S.MP3)
Filhos da Nação by Quinta do Bill
Beethoven's Ode to Joy
:o
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I couldn't resist:
STANZA 1:
When Britain first at Heav'n's command, Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain;
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
STANZA 2:
The nations not so blest as thee, Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all.
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
STANZA 3:
Still mor majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak.
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
STANZA 4:
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame, All their attempts to bend thee down;
Will but arouse thy generous flame, But work their woe, and thy renown.
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
STANZA 5:
To thee belongs the rural reign, They cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine.
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
STANZA 6:
The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to guide the fair.
CHORUS:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.
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And I'll be damned if I can find that song for Scotland. I'm well pissed...
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First to suggest "I'm Proud to be an American" by Lee Greenwood for the United States dies. That song was bad enough before they decided to play it every day for a year....
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I second that.
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for the usa:
Blessings upon The Throne of Tyranny
Infected by invalid behaviour
While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction
Confess to slavery for the world saviour
Give praise and inhale the corruption
The Enfeebled provides the fool
The Disabled provides the tool
The Apathetic demands the affection
To those suffering from their own satisfaction
Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague
Testify today´s contradiction, glorify tomorrows deed
Inconceivable moral priest, hide in preferable dress
Invite to another pleasure feast, the concealment of joyful laughter
The decrepit innocence of your correctness and well-chosen
Elicits the source of the need for immediate forgiveness
Submit to no grace but the spiteful of your disease
Apply to join the unlimited disgrace and a settlement in the skies
And turn the confusion among your children into self-stimulation
The incarnation of your prostitution, the true Evil in disguise
With the ignorance from your cross as the witness
The truth of your tragedy make you justice
In your mirror the high spirit of kindness
Looks like malice
Condemnation of life by the living dead
What a premature judgement, contradiction to the core
How unfortunate I am, cursed to spend time on a battle already won
The shame that will be guarding your grave says it all
Retreat to the crypt and make it worthwhile
Recall my sins furthermore but still be watching yours with a smile
:D
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Originally posted by Gank
Iirc its about temperance, ie drinking non alcoholic beverages, so wouldnt really be suitable for england.
Negative. Carmina Burana is a combination of medieval spiritual poetry, and medieval drinking songs, (probably a testament to its composer's sense of humor.) "O Fortuna" made it famous, but if you listen to the rest of the composition, you'll hear a wide variety of things, including one of the highest tenor solos ever composed.
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Meh, I had to listen to the whole ****ing piece on lyricfm at work yesterday, and thats what the plumber told me it was about.
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Originally posted by Nuke
for the usa:
Blessings upon The Throne of Tyranny
Infected by invalid behaviour
While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction
Confess to slavery for the world saviour
Give praise and inhale the corruption
The Enfeebled provides the fool
The Disabled provides the tool
The Apathetic demands the affection
To those suffering from their own satisfaction
Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague
Testify today´s contradiction, glorify tomorrows deed
Inconceivable moral priest, hide in preferable dress
Invite to another pleasure feast, the concealment of joyful laughter
The decrepit innocence of your correctness and well-chosen
Elicits the source of the need for immediate forgiveness
Submit to no grace but the spiteful of your disease
Apply to join the unlimited disgrace and a settlement in the skies
And turn the confusion among your children into self-stimulation
The incarnation of your prostitution, the true Evil in disguise
With the ignorance from your cross as the witness
The truth of your tragedy make you justice
In your mirror the high spirit of kindness
Looks like malice
Condemnation of life by the living dead
What a premature judgement, contradiction to the core
How unfortunate I am, cursed to spend time on a battle already won
The shame that will be guarding your grave says it all
Retreat to the crypt and make it worthwhile
Recall my sins furthermore but still be watching yours with a smile
:D
would that be dimmu by chance?
I can't sing, but i'd kill someone to get Matt Barlow to sing something off The Glorious Burden
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For the USA, I have two.
1.
Sheila: Times have changed
Our kids are getting worse
They won't obey their parents
They just want to fart and curse!
Sharon: Should we blame the government?
Liane: Or blame society?
Dads: Or should we blame the images on TV?
Sheila: No, blame Canada
Everyone: Blame Canada
Sheila: With all their beady little eyes
And flappin' heads so full of lies
Everyone: Blame Canada
Blame Canada
Sheila: We need to form a full assault
Everyone: It's Canada's fault!
Sharon: Don't blame me
For my son Stan
He saw the darn cartoon
And now he's off to join the Klan!
Liane: And my boy Eric once
Had my picture on his shelf
But now when I see him he tells me to **** myself!
Sheila: Well, blame Canada
Everyone: Blame Canada
Sheila: It seems that everything's gone wrong
Since Canada came along
Everyone: Blame Canada
Blame Canada
Copy Guy: They're not even a real country anyway
Ms. McCormick: My son could've been a doctor or a lawyer, it's a-true
Instead he burned up like a piggy on a barbecue
Everyone: Should we blame the matches?
Should we blame the fire?
Or the doctors who allowed him to expire?
Sheila: Heck no!
Everyone: Blame Canada
Blame Canada
Sheila: With all their hockey hubbabaloo
Liane: And that ***** Anne Murray too
Everyone: Blame Canada
Shame on Canada
Ohhh...
The smut we must stop
The trash we must bash
Laughter and fun
Must all be undone
We must blame them and cause a fuss
Before somebody thinks of blaming uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus
2.
GREGORY (singing voice by Howard McGillin):
God has smiled upon you this day
The fate of a nation in your hands
And blessed be the children we who fight with all our bravery
'Til only the righteous stand
You see the distant flames
They bellow in the night
You fight in all our names for what we know is right
And when you all get shot
And cannot carry on
Though you die, La Resistance lives on
ALL:
You may get stabbed in the head
With a dagger or a sword
You may be burned to death
Or skinned alive, or worse
But when they torture you
You will not feel the need to run
For, though you die, La Resistance lives on
PARENTS:
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
SHEILA BROFLOVSKI:
Because the country's gone awry
Tomorrow night, these freaks will fry!
SOLDIERS:
Tomorrow night
Our lives will change
Tomorrow night
We'll be entertained
An execution
What a sight!
Tomorrow night
SATAN:
Up there there is so much room
Where babies burp and flowers bloom
Tomorrow night up there is doomed
And so I will be going soon!
TERRANCE AND PHILLIP:
Shut your ****ing face, uncle ****a
You're a boner-biting bastard, uncle ****a
TERRANCE:
Looks like we may be out of luck!
PHILLIP:
Tomorrow night, we're pretty ****ed!
CARTMAN, KYLE, STAN:
Why did our mothers start this war?
What-the-**** are they fighting for?
When did this song become a marathon?
SATAN:
I want to be up there!
SHEILA BROFLOVSKI:
When Canada is dead and gone
They'll be no more Celine Dion!
GREGORY AND KIDS:
They may cut your dick in half
And serve it to a pig
And though it hurts, you'll laugh
And dance a dickless jig
But that's the way it goes
In war we're shat upon
Though we die, La Resistance lives oooooonnnnn!
SATAN:
I want to be up there!
PARENTS:
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
:D
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ROFL!
I see poor ol' US of A is getting whammies from all over the world again...
I suppose if I were to pick a song that personalises the UK, it'd be something like Boomtown Rats and 'I don't like Mondays' :)
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Good choice. speaking of which, the Great Song of Indifference would probably fit nicely for Serbia.
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"Danny boy oh danny boy
the pipes the pipes are turning..."
something something...
*enter bagpipe solo here*
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Waltzing Matilda is of course the obvious one, but there are several other cool Aussie songs. I am Australian, I still call Australia Home, hell, even "I come from the land down under" or "Bloke" (Parody of *****) would be good for a laugh.
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Which waltzing matilda, the down by the billybong one or the good one bout Gallipoli?
Flipside, wouldnt it be better to pick a song written by someone from the UK?
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Mae hen wlad fy nhadau
Yn annwyl i mi
Gwlad beirdd a chantorion
Enwogion o fri
Ei gwrol ryfelwyr
Gwlad garwyr tra mad
Tros rhyddid collassant
Ei Gwaid
Gwlad! Glwad!
Pleidiol wyf i'm gwlad
Tra mor yn fir
I'r bir hoff bai
O bydded i'r heniaith barhau
If anyone can even say most of that, they get a monster cookie :p
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Bah p-celts
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Friggin hell is that welsh?!
Anyway, I've decided since I can't find the song I wanted Scotland shall be allocated Scotland The Brave:
1. Hark when the night is falling
Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits
Of the old Highland men.
Chorus:
Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards
Gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.
2. High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines
From fair maiden's eyes.
[Chorus]
3. Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming
For the homeland again.
[Chorus]
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Originally posted by Gank
Which waltzing matilda, the down by the billybong one or the good one bout Gallipoli?
Waltzing Matilda - AB "Banjo" Patterson:
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong,
Under the shade of a Coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil,
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boil
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
Up rode the squatter mounted on his thorough-bred
Down came the troopers One Two Three
Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker-bag
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
Up jumped the swagman sprang in to the billabong
You'll never catch me alive said he,
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
The Gallipolli one you're thinking of is actually called "And the band played Waltzing Matilda":
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?
It's a good song, they play it a lot on ANZAC Day (Obviously enough :)).
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Originally posted by vyper
Friggin hell is that welsh?!
Yep. Good, innit? :D That's only the first verse and chorus - I don't know the rest (2 more verses) well enough to get all the words right (and spelled properly)...
I love having a language that's pretty much indecipherable to the rest of the world. I was on holiday in Rhodes and got accosted by a bunch of touts pushing some crap. I gave 'em a bit of Welsh and they soon disappeared...
(Note: I can't actually speak fluent Welsh, only a few little bits and pieces. I should learn, but it's hard...)
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Originally posted by Black Wolf
It's a good song, they play it a lot on ANZAC Day (Obviously enough :)).
Aye, just after listening to the pogues version ;)
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Originally posted by Gank
Flipside, wouldnt it be better to pick a song written by someone from the UK?
It just said pick a song for your country, after all, even the National Anthem was written by someone who was half German iirc ;)
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Since you are all into posting page long lyrics, how about one of you post the lyrics to "Danny boy"? Scotish song. I sure love those bagpipes...
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Oh 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 dying
'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
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
:(
Edit: And technically I think it's Irish in origin.
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Tis surely Irish. Bagpipes suck though, Uileann pipes are much nicer.
Originally posted by Flipside
It just said pick a song for your country, after all, even the National Anthem was written by someone who was half German iirc ;)
Bah, your whole nations half-german. (part from scots and welch natch)
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For England? Hmm...
Chumbawamba - Tubthumping
We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times:
"Oh Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Danny Boy..."
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times:
"Don't cry for me
Next door neighbour..."
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
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Originally posted by Gank
Tis surely Irish. Bagpipes suck though, Uileann pipes are much nicer.
I'm going to resist the temptation to hunt you down and slowly remove your internal organs. :blah:
Scottish Bagpipes > *
Especially Irish pipes.
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Dont get me wrong I like the bagpipes, but the softer sound of the uileann pipes is much more listenable.
And theres no real difference between Irish and Scottish bagpipes, the uileann is a different instrument.
Btw heard rogues of scotland?
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Scottish bagpipes have a drone, a bass line if you will.
Nope. Expand plz. :)
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Originally posted by Gank
Bah, your whole nations half-german. (part from scots and welch natch)
hehehehe The Royal Family are more than half German.
I, fortunately, came from France about 8 generations ago, and curiously enough, there is actually a Glacier with my family name in Antartica, which was discovered by an American ship, so we got over there at some point too ;)
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I'm actually related to the royal family :nervous: Mothers side used to own hillsborough castle in down long long time ago.
Aye they do, and the same drone would be found on the Irish equivelents of the Highland pipes. I was really saying in comparison to some of the other pipes out there, like the Breton or German ones.
And its a good tune, kazaa it or something.
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My bloodline is scottish mainly, with about one english great granny thrown in somewhere for good measure.
Lamont clan. We got into trouble for sheep stealing I believe :nervous:
Will look for that song.
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For Canada... Probably something by the Tragically Hip...
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Stormtroopers of Death - **** the Middle East
**** the middle east
There's too many problems
They just get in the way
We sure could live without them
They hijack our planes
They raise our oil prices
We'll kill them all and have a ball
And end their ****in' crisis
BEIRUT, LEBANON-Won't exist once we're done
LIBYA, IRAN-We'll flush the bastards down the can
SYRIANS and SHIITES-Crush their faces with our might
Then Israel and Egypt can live in peace without these dicks
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Nice.... :lol:
(I hope to god that's ironic... :nervous: )
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Uh... Star Spangled Banner for the US?
Some others for the USA:
Stars and Stripes Forever
Battle Hymn of the Republic
When Johnny Comes Marching Home
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blessings upon the throne of tyrrany fits better :D
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America! **** YEAH! Comin' again to save the MOTHER****IN' DAY YEAH!
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Originally posted by vyper
My bloodline is scottish mainly, with about one english great granny thrown in somewhere for good measure.
Lamont clan. We got into trouble for sheep stealing I believe :nervous:
Will look for that song.
Lamonts are related to the McGregors, that's why..... I'm either a McGregor or a Lamont, we've never been able to narrow it down.
NB: Scottish bagpipes are a weapon of war, of course they'll sound harsh.