The Pogues - The Broad Majestic Shannon

The Broad Majestic Shannon

By Shane MacGowan (1988) The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
Blowing up the road to Glenaveigh
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go

Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years babe

I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
Heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called
And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na nGall
And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks
There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball

So I walked as day was dawning
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats landing
By the broad majestic Shannon


That nut case, Sinead O'Connor calls Shane a "sweet angel near the end". Well, he is sweet and he is an angel of a poet. I want to believe that he can overcome his troubles. I have the greatest respect for those who can and do.



I have a quick tale today. Do you recall the Angel Whisperer?
You can go back and read about him here on this older post: CHEESUS LOVES ME


Today I overslept. I have been talked into getting on Facebook. I have some friends there and there was a little something I needed to make right from a bazillion years back with an old acquaintance. So there was time last night and I got down to it.
I made a dumb mistake that took me hours to correct! I fell into bed around the time I usually get up... 4:00a.m.

I drug myself up at 10:00a.m. There was no coffee! That's just wrong. So I called StbX and asked him to buy me coffee. He agreed. As we are reading our paper, in walks The Angel Whisperer. The little alarm in my head begain to squeal. I tried to get lost in my paper and be focused only there.

Sure enough he stopped at our table and smiled. God help me, I smiled back. StbX glowered. But to my amazement all the big guy did was make a normal mentally healthy comment about the weather and then lumbered on to his own booth.

We had just finished our meal and were getting up to go when The Angel Whisperer stood up and nodded his smiling head at us. I gave a little wave. (I know... I can't seem to help myself!)

He said: "Your angels are singing. Can you hear them?"

I was trying to formulate an answer when he spoke again and made it clear that this was a rhetorical question.

"They must really love you."

There is only one answer to that statement.

"Thank you." I said as he walked out the door.


I don't know about you... but after yesterday's post song by Westlife that goes:

"I believe in angels, something good in everything I see... I belive in agnels... "


I couldn't help but think that if he has to be crazy, then it's a sweet kind of crazy.


Wouldn't it be wonderful to be so close to angels that you could hear them sing?


To wear such a beautiful smile everywhere you went ?



What if he is not the one who is crazy?



What if we aren't good enough for angels to trust us to see them?


You know, I don't think I mind if angels sing to me. Sweet.



And I hope I can see something good in everything.


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CHEESUS LOVES ME

Wait... I woke up and decided that I was not going to go to work today, even though I only have two days left of work. I know... get it over with stupid! But I just didn't want to go there. So I called my boss and told him that I was taking today off. He accepted this very well. There are no kids, who cares?

So I drove over and woke the soon to be ex and told him he could take me out for coffee... which really means breakfast and he understands this. I don't like to sit in a restaurant alone but I like people to wait on me in the morning. It's the only quality time we spend together. I buy a paper and read. He sits in a stupor and drinks copious amounts of coffee to get his brain cells warmed up. When he gets to a point where he can have conversation... I'm done and ready to go. It works out nicely.

One of my favorite sections of the Oregonian is The Edge. I'm sure other papers carry it. You likely know about it. Well they had a little game today that they call "CNN.com or The Onion?" where you guess where the headlines originate. I had some good laughs there. "Mildfires Amble Through California" struck me as particularly funny. But I really liked "Jesus-snacks called Cheesus". I was delighted to find that it was a CNN.com headline and therefore... a place to start my day.

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When you google "Cheesus", you get fun stuffs:

“Cheesus” Jesus Likeness Found In Cheetos Bag | Manolith

Cheesus Industries - Home of Cheddar Cheesus

Church youth director spots image of Jesus in a Cheeto - 5/19/09 ...

My personal favorite:

Cheesus is Everywhere! | The Big Picture

Apparently, Jesus has returned to earth — not the 2nd coming, mind you, but in the form of a cheetos, ice cream scoops, a fry pan, ...
www.ritholtz.com/blog/2009/05/cheesus-is-everywhere/ -


To be honest, I was a bit depressed after yesterday. I said good-bye to 8 teachers who have become unemployed or moved to other schools due to budget cuts. We were a good team and they will be missed greatly. I felt so bad for those who did not find other jobs. What will they do? They have families. Yikes.

We were supposed to meet at the pub after work and I chickened out at the last minute... went to the store, next door to the pub for ice... when one of the teachers caught me and lured me over with the offer to buy me a beer. I am hopelessly cheap, so I agreed. I got a pounder of Black Butte Porter... a rich, dark beer... yum. (I do not like regular beer at all.) Then came the brochettes. I was snared. It was a lovely good-bye nosh.

As we were leaving... and this happens to me quite often... a lunatic began conversation with me. He'd just spoken to an angel... The teacher who bought me the beer did a quick turn on heel and headed back inside the pub, leaving me alone with the Angel Whisperer, who bore a striking resemblance to Uncle Fester in the Adams Family TV series. Thanks a ton! Fortunately I speak lunatic fluently and so we conversed for a brief period. Did I know Jesus? He left happy that I was aware of Jesus and I left relieved to be getting to my car alive.

I knew that a few would be packing up and moving the remainder of their stuff out today. I opted to miss that and take a personal day to regroup. Tomorrow I will go back and throw myself into it. But today, I'm going to laugh at Cheesus and give myself a mini break.

It seemed fitting after yesterday's conversation with the Angel Whisperer that I find Cheesus this morning. Don't you think so? God really does have a great sense of humor. I can't help but think that this bit of mirth is my reward for kindness to someone a teensy bit undone.