Keywest

Today, I decided to have a lazy day wandering around Belfast. I came to Corn Market and discovered a wonderful little band playing with a large crowd watching. They are called Keywest and have hundreds of thousands of views on YouTube.

Keywest widely support busking and commonly busk around Ireland. They are playing in the Mandela Hall on March 6th. I would go, but I’m already going to a concert the night before and two concerts in a row are a bit excessive.

These guys deserve more attention

Lucy.

 

Marie

With a sense of pride for surviving the first half of the day, I walk to the staffroom for lunchtime. Or lack of it, considering I forgot lunch and have no money to buy anything.

I walk into the staffroom. My colleagues, instantly sensing the dark cloud hanging around me, sensibly keep their distance.

Except for one.

“Having fun?” Adrian asks with a devilish grin as he waits for the kettle to boil. I scowl at him. “Tonnes of it,” I reply sarcastically.

“What’s wrong with you? It’s a glorious, sunny day,” Adrian says, seeing how far he can push me before I snap. It’s lashing rain outside and it’s cold.

What’s that quote you told me once? ‘Life’s about learning dance in the rain’? You’re a good person Marie, but you’re torturing yourself.

Lucy.

SONG OF THE WEEK Pumped Up Kicks Foster The People Video & Lyrics

Let’s get this show on the road.

I first heard Pumped Up Kicks at a drama audition in 2013, where Fey, a slightly emo/goth/punk girl, sang this. Considering that Fey had sang it, I assumed that it was some 80s song, but actually, it was released by Foster The People in 2011 and has over 150 million views on YouTube. Fey is maybe a little more mainstream than I thought.

It focuses on the danger of guns in the hands of people who should not have access to guns; sadly a major issue today, especially in the US. Please guys, keep your guns locked up and out of the reach of children.

Lyrics:
Robert’s got a quick hand.
He’ll look around the room, he won’t tell you his plan.
He’s got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he’s a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun in his dad’s closet hidden with a box of fun things.
I don’t even know what but he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for you.

[Chorus 2x:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, he’s coming home late.
And he’s bringing me a dark surprise.
‘Cause dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice.
I’ve waited for a long time.
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette
And say, “Your hair’s on fire, you must’ve lost your wits, yeah.”

[Chorus 2x:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

Ru-ru-run, run, run, run [4x]

[Whistling]

[Chorus 4x:]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run faster than my bullet.

Lucy.

Alone As Ususal

St. Valentine’s Day should have me all loved up, but it has very little affect on me. This year has been strange with romance. I fell in love with someone, but it turned that he is gay. A lot of my social group claim to be aromantic, meaning that they don’t desire romance and relationships, which makes my plight more desperate.

I don’t feel like I need a partner, but I would like to love someone who loves me back.

Happy Valentine’s Day?

Lucy.

Miss, You Can’t Say Things Like That!

Thursday night held the dreaded parent-teacher meeting. Teachers come out with the darnedest things.

My English teacher: “She is going to crash and burn in fifth year”. WHAT!? I have been doing brilliantly all year. She has taught me since Yr9, and I have improved massively. My scores were in the 60s% last year, but I managed an 88% in the written controlled assessment and was the only person in the class to get full marks in the speaking controlled assessment.

Lauryn’s French teacher: “She has the personality of a dead fish” and “she’s the type of person that would be popular at a funeral. Whoa. I know Lauryn doesn’t put in 100% effort in French, but she ain’t a trouble maker.

My mother also told my form teacher to “take a run and jump” because she complained about my religion score (76%, 4% under class average). I wanted the ground to swallow me whole when my dad told me this, even more so the next morning when my form teacher said that it was “interesting” meeting my mum.

Teachers are weird people, mmk?

Lucy.

SONG OF THE WEEK Papaoutai Stromae Video & Lyrics

I discovered Stromae while watching old Eurovision videos on YouTube. It always excites me to find a popular song in a different language, especially in French. While initially the video for Papaoutai (Papa, oú t’es? – Daddy where are you?) freaked me out, the beat got to me and eventually the lyrics once I worked out the meaning.

Lyrics: French

Dites-moi d’où il vient
Enfin je saurais où je vais
Maman dit que lorsqu’on cherche bien
On finit toujours par trouver

Elle dit qu’il n’est jamais très loin
Qu’il part très souvent travailler
Maman dit travailler c’est bien
Bien mieux qu’être mal accompagné
Pas vrai?

Où est ton papa?
Dis moi où est ton papa!
Sans même devoir lui parler,
Il sait ce qui ne va pas.
Hein sacré papa!
Dis moi où es-tu caché!
Ça doit
Faire au moins mille fois que j’ai
Compté mes doigts
Hé!

Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Ou t’es, ou t’es où papa, où t’es?

Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Ou t’es, ou t’es où papa, où t’es?

Quoi, qu’on y croit ou pas
Y aura bien un jour où on n’y croira plus
Un jour où l’autre on sera tous papa
Et d’un jour à l’autre on aura disparu

Serons-nous détestables?
Serons-nous admirables?
Des géniteurs ou des génies?
Dites nous qui donne
Naissance aux irresponsables

Ah dites nous qui, tient,
Tout le monde sait
Comment on fait des bébés
Mais personne sait
Comment on fait des papas
Monsieur je-sais-tout
en aurait hérité, c’est ça.

Faut l’sucer d’son pouce ou quoi?
Dites nous où c’est caché,
Ça doit…
Faire au moins mille fois qu’on a
bouffé nos doigts
Hé!

Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Ou t’es, ou t’es où papa, où t’es?

Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Ou t’es, ou t’es où papa, où t’es?

Où est ton papa?
Dis moi où est ton papa!
Sans même devoir lui parler,
Il sait ce qui ne va pas.
Hein sacré papa!
Dis moi où es-tu caché!
Ça doit…
Faire au moins mille fois que j’ai
Compté mes doigts
Hé!

Où est ton papa?
Dis moi où est ton papa!
Sans même devoir lui parler,
Il sait ce qui ne va pas.
Hein sacré papa!
Dis moi où es-tu caché!
Ça doit…
Faire au moins mille fois que j’ai
Compté mes doigts
Hé!

Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Ou t’es, ou t’es où papa, où t’es?

Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Où t’es? Papa, où t’es?
Ou t’es, ou t’es où papa, où t’es?

 
Lyrics: English
Tell me where he came from
Then I’ll know where to go
Mama always says when we look really hard
We’ll find what we’ve lostShe says he is never very far away
He often heads off to work
Mama says working is good
Better than being in bad company
Right?

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what’s hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you’re hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Even, whether we believe it or not
There’ll be a day we’ll believe it no more
One day or another, we’ll all be the Papa
And from one day to another, we’ll also have vanished.

Will we be hated?
Will we be loved?
Forefathers or geniuses
Tell us…who gives birth
To irresponsible men?!

Come on, tell us who does?
Everyone knows
How babies are made
But no one knows
How fathers are made
Mister Know-it-All,
It’s in our blood, that’s it.

Should I suck this out of my thumb or what?
Tell me where I can find the answer.
It must be at least a thousand times that
I’ve sucked my fingers dry.
Hey!

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what’s hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you’re hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what’s hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you’re hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Let It Snow?

While parts of the US and Canada deal with an artic winter, Belfast is currently under snow. One centimetre of snow to be precise. Yet people are planning days off school and work and it is the main headline on UTV and BBC Newsline.

Is this really necessary? It’s not even snow, just some sad slush. It’s not even all that cold compared to a few weeks ago when I was waiting for the bus in below freezing temperatures.

I shall not be classifying the recent snow as a snow day for Belfast, just normal winter weather.