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Irish Obama

There's something immensely moving about the way the world is being lifted by the Irish Spring that is Obama's election victory. And now, a hit song about Obama being Irish.

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Unknown said…
That's probably because we wished he was here to sort out the mess in Ireland... If Obama ever visits us get ready for the Kennedy comparisons... oh dear
Riley J. said…
forgive me but I guess I don't get it. =/
I found this Live version being sung in an Irish pub in California by a Dublin singer, two months ago, and it is far more attractive because it is being sung without musical backing, live in the original sean nos form (old style)and i instinctively knew when i saw the opening shot of a text taking pride of place in the pub, a copy of the forward to James Connolly's 1917 book, Songs of Freedom, which he launched in New York 101 years ago -- this song weaves into a deeper psychic undercurrent and poetic proof i have hit ollamh.

At that time in my learning, after seven years studying Gaelic texts in translation that constituted the course work of real life bards, i had just grasped the significance of the three methods of extemporised composition which were took on by the trainee filidh poets, in the eighth year of study. Imbas foronsai - manifestation of good knowledge which illuminates - which is like the Frost notion of turning up on the page not knowing what will be created, and at the end of the extemprised session, some knowledge we have not articulated and firm in the consciousness, articulates itself via the medium of ourselves, into print. Like Columbo at the end of the show drawing all the strands of his plodding into a coherent accurate narrative of events, getting at the truth of things. The prophetic side of a poets practice, in efect. And this live version, infused Hope into me, as the wording is flawless, the metrical structure of the names, O'Leary, O'Reily, O'Hare and O'Hara, there's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama -- there is some deeply poetic yet invisible proof that, yes, yes, this is right, and now i can come out of the woods and show my hand, cheerlead for this man. For myself first i might add, as riding this wave of Hope, prior to him winning, could only be just a decision to err on the side of Hope.

I reasoned that the guy being far more eloquent and cleverer than his opponents, once in the hot seat, what has happened, would happen. Whilst not explicitly prophecying he would get in, i did all i could as a cheerleader to effect this outcome, Live Version

love and peace

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