Satira in muzica

O melodie extrem de haioasa despre modul in care biliardul a stricat atmosfera din barurile irlandeze.

Prima oara cand am auzit-o si eram pe jos de ras.

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Sean Cannon cantand acapella :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvNjZeiNwSE

The Pool Song

(Con Ó'Drisceoil)

May the Lord upon high who rules the sky

Look down on our pubs and bars

And the women and men all seated within

Neglecting their pints and their jars

The crack it is bad, the atmosphere sad

Every man has a face like a mule

For all he can do is to grab an old cue

And start playing that game of pool

Well, when I was a boy it was always me joy

To go to the pub each night

There were arguments scraps and killings perhaps

And everyone thought he was right

There were badgers and dogs

And men from the bogs

And young fellows acting the tool

But now there's no crack

For everyman Jack

Has his arse in the air playing pool

To the local ale house after milking the cows

Every customer made his way

And there he would dwell and drink till he fell

While the fiddles and pipes they did play

The jigs and the reels, the rattling of heels

Polkas and slides were the rule

But now there's no chance of a tune or a dance

For everyone's playing the ould pool

Well, this pool you will find is a game designed

For foolish illiterate louts

You push in four bob and you pull an old knob

And a big shower of balls they come out

They're placed on a table and then if you're able

To knock them all into a hole

More money goes in, you start over again

And you lose every bob of your dole

Now in the Irish Free State

All the people are bate

From watching and playing this game

In their necks they have cricks

That no doctor could fix

And their backs and their shoulders are maimed

Their arses protrude in a manner most lewd

From being hoisted aloft in the air

And their eyeballs are sore

And dripping in gore

And they act in a manner most quare

So if you meet a young man

Who's face it is wan

And his eyes have a vacant stare

His jawbone is slack

And his head is thrown back

And he can't tell a cob from a mare

His nostrils dilated, his brow corrugated

His manners like those of a fool

On your shirt you can bet

That you have just met

A man that's gone plain mad from pool

cred ca muzica rap/hip-hop e cea mai responsabila cu satira

The Macs. O fantastica satira contemporana.

Lyrics - Let’s Recycle

Let’s recycle, it’s so easy we can tell you what to do

Just apply some simple rules and you can save the planet too

Please don’t panic just remember, rocket science it is not

We’re just talking loads of rubbish, you can't really help a lot

Chorus

Every person must recycle ‘cause we buy things now and then

Use that thing then save that thing, so you can use that thing again

Plastic items must be saved, but only those marked '1' and '2'

Paper bags, unwanted mags, they all go in your box of blue

In your red box place your jam jars, aluminium and tin

All the rest, with some exceptions, must go in the dark grey bin

In the brown bin place your grass, no nappies, stones or things like that

No syringes, ancient fridges, nuclear waste or lumps of fat

IF you misplace just one item you’ll be warned and then a fine

After that you’re sent to prison, rot until till the end of time !

Red bins go out on a Thursday sometimes blue can go as well

Brown bins every second week meanwhile the grey bins start to smell

They go out alternate fortnights all excepting holidays

And at Christmas when you need it, please expect some small delays

Some folk think that when they die they’ll go to heaven, then return

But for me there’s no hereafter so I have a cunning plan

When I die don’t bury me low, just place me in a box of red

Put me out on Thursday morning, please recycle me instead

Every person must recycle ‘cause we buy things now and then

Use that thing then save that thing, so you can use that thing again

and again

Thank you for this helpful brochure, I intend to lead the way

I’ll go upstairs to the toilet and recycle it today

Nu e chiar satira, e doar un cantecel amuzant, dar care ii livreaza reginei un binemeritat Pog mo thoin, adica ''sa ma pupi in... :)

Am detestat melodia cand a aparut, fiind un fan clasic al unei trupe de genul celor parodiate. Zece ani mai tarziu, ador melodia si videoclipul, in masura in care urasc boy-band-urile. :)

Sinteza perfecta a ceea ce inseamna un ''boyband''.

azi m-am amuzat cu Margineanu

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWPNlKseKiY

Cica parodiaza un reality show american. :rot: