Freedom

Irishmen For The Battle Line

Liberty – Used and Abused

“If someone were to tell me now that the Germans were coming in over our back wall, I wouldn’t lift a finger to stop them. They could come!”

 

Those who are inspired by that love of freedom dominant in the Irish race, and which is threatened by Germany’s lust of power,

should enrol themselves now in the Tyneside Irish Battalion, and preserve for themselves and their children that glorious liberty so dear to the heart of every Irishman

 

The greatest fighting men of our time are Irishmen

Kitchener, French, Smith-Dorrien, and Roberts.
These men appeal to all Irishmen on Tyneside to join the Tyneside Irish Battalion which is now being formed.
Recruitment advertisement aimed at “North Country Irishmen”

The Newcastle Daily Chronicle, Friday, October 30, 1914

Tyneside Irish

 

During World War I (or the Great War) (1914–1918), Ireland was part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, which entered the war in August 1914 as one of the Entente Powers, along with France and the Russian Empire, when due to the effects of chain ganging, it was obliged to declare war on the Central Powers, consisting of the German Empire, the Austrian-Hungarian Empire, the Ottoman Empire, and the Kingdom of Bulgaria.

Occurring in the midsts of Ireland’s Revolutionary period, the Irish people’s experience of the war was complex and its memory divisive. At the outbreak of the war, most Irish people, regardless of political affiliation, supported the war in much the same way as their British counterparts,[1] and both nationalist and unionist leaders initially backed the British war effort. Their followers, both Catholic and Protestant, served extensively in the British forces, many in three specially raised divisions with others in the Imperial and United States armies, John T. Prout being an example of an Irishman serving in the latter. Over 200,000 Irishmen fought in the war, in several theatres and either 30,000,or, if one includes those who died serving in armies other than Britain’s, 49,400 died. A group of combatant Irish republicans took the opportunity of the war to Proclaim Ireland a Republic and to defend it in an armed rebellion against British rule, in Dublin 1916, a rebellion which Germany attempted to help. In addition, Britain’s intention to impose conscription in Ireland in 1918 provoked widespread resistance and as a result remained unimplemented.

Finally, with the end of the Great War, Sinn Féin won the Irish general election of 1918, this was followed by the Irish Declaration of Independence and immediately following that, the Irish War of Independence (1919–1922) which ended with terms that led to the Irish Civil War (1922–1923) with Ireland partitioned and much of it leaving the United Kingdom as the Irish Free State.

The remarks attributed to National Volunteer and poet, Francis Ledwidge, who was to die in preparation of the Third battle of Ypres in 1917, perhaps best exemplifies the changing Irish nationalist sentiment towards, enlisting, the War, and to the Germans and British.

“I joined the British Army because she stood between Ireland and an enemy of civilisation and I would not have her say that she defended us while we did nothing but pass resolutions”.

After the leaders of the 1916 Easter Rising were executed during his military leave, he said:

“If someone were to tell me now that the Germans were coming in over our back wall, I wouldn’t lift a finger to stop them. They could come!”

 

 

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Hammersmith 1979

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Van  played three nights at the Hammesrmith Odoen, went to all 3 shows.

Met a few people from Ballymena,Roy Lewis, Banger  Hill? Princess Street, Billy O’Neill, Gerry McNeilly, Moat Road

Remember Kitty Kassoon vocals. gotta find the song

In the meantime this was one of them

You Make Me Feel So Free (1979) ♪

Montreux Svizzera Jazz Festival

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Horn Section: Pee Wee Willis smoking weed, and the guys looks, throat he says in looks, he put it out.

About 1:35 nel video, they laught and smile.

Spare Me A Little Of Your Love

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Still London Frank and Van

Dead Girls of London

 

Will find Kitty later

ends

 

Here’s something by Kitty

She is a vocalist that sings like a sacred bird.
She is found with Eric Clapton, Roger Waters, Pink Floyd, Van Morrison and others, however she never stood out herself like a single singer …
Here she sings the backing vocals in “Wonderful Tonight”
(With Eric Clapton)… UNFORGETTABLE!!!. …

Gonna listen to some James Brown

In the meanwhile,meantime, nel fratempo

 

Comment from Lisa Belinda

<s>he’s as sweet as tupelo honey, like honey, baby, from the bees.
without bees, no these.  save the bees. please.

Lei è dolce come il miele Tupelo, come il miele, il bambino, dalle api.
senza api, non questi. salvare le api. per favore.
lei è dolce come il miele Tupelo, come il miele, il bambino, dalle api.
senza api, non questi. salvare le api. per favore.

Questa canzone è in realtà la libertà. Pensate Boston tea party (cadere direttamente nel mare blu profondo). Non si può fermare noi lungo il cammino verso la libertà …. sicuramente non è una canzone dal vivo su una donna, ma una canzone d’amore di libertà. Non dimentichiamo il gusto dolce della libertà (dolce come il miele Tupelo). Dare un senso adesso?

Van Morrison – Tupelo Honey

This song is actually about freedom. Think Boston tea party (drop it straight into the deep blue sea). You can’t stop us on the road to freedom….definitely not a live song about a woman, but a love song about freedom. Let’s not forget the sweet taste of freedom (as sweet as Tupelo honey). Make sense now?

You can take all the tea in China
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail right around all the seven oceans
Drop it straight into the deep blue sea
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee

You can’t stop us on the road to freedom
You can’t keep us ’cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor bent on chivalry
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
Just like honey, baby, from the bee

You can’t stop us on the road to freedom
You can’t stop us ’cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor intent on chivalry
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
Just like honey, baby, from the bee

You know she’s alright
You know she’s alright with me
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
You know she’s alright
You know she’s alright with me
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
You know she’s alright
You know she’s alright with me
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)

You can take all the tea in China
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail it right around all these seven oceans
Drop it smack dab in the middle of the deep blue sea
Because, she’s as sweet as Tupelo honey, yes she is
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
Just like honey, baby, from the bee

She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
Just like the honey, from the bee
She’s my baby, you know she’s alright
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
She’s my baby, you know she’s alright
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
She’s my baby, you know she’s alright
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)

Come un mortuary

In Italy it is’nt like that but:

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Nightmares

Incubbi

Closing blinds
Shutting shutters
The dog is barking
I’m muttering
Tirare giù  le taparelle
Turning OFF and ON the lights

Goodnight

Sadness
Gladness
Sorrow
Joy

Went to sleep in black velvet sheets
Purple bedcover
Pillows black
Velvet
Woke up
What the FUCK
2:57 GOT UP
Next evening the white bedroom

Back to my sisters,
Had a nightmare
Fell out of bed
Split my lip
Bleed from my tooth
Washed away
Frighented
Back to bed

To be continued …………….

Freedom
But dunno what to dooo….NO/YES….On the road again …….

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