Burns Supper at the Burren: despite the unwanted presence of hell-cold V.20, a success. We saw
nineweaving and
teenybuffalo and
choco_frosh and multiple people not on DW. My throat has not even faintly stopped hurting, but my voice held up for "John Barleycorn" and various choruses, including a plangent "Loch Lomond" by someone whose name I never get even though he reminds me each year of Odysseus in the Iliad, unprepossessing until he opens his mouth.
spatch and I went out in drizzling sleet and it was worth it. Now we are home and I am under an electric blanket and I feel this is the right place to be. P.S. There was haggis.
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- 1: Is your heart hiding from your fire?
- 2: Open up your mouth, but the melody is broken
- 3: Everybody knows the world's gone wrong
- 4: The dusty light, the final hour
- 5: Reading your mind is like foreign TV
- 6: When you turn a solemn promise to a blatant lie
- 7: If one year's backā on my shoulder
- 8: Me, I'm a rotten audience before I've had my coffee
- 9: I'm not on my own
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