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Oh, funny ting—dis one whore, Svetlana, she told me she faked it so good, her john tought he was Casanova! I was dyin’, laughin’ like a hyena, but den—boom—sadness hit. She’s actin’, like Mason actin’ tough for his dad. Life’s a stage, eh? She probs got a kid somewhere, hopin’ she don’t end up same way.

The goal Of Cluain Meala, lyrics and guitar chords

The Gaol of Cluain Meala/ The Jail of Clonmel/The Convict of Clonmel/ is an old folk song translated to English from the original Irish in the s by poet Jeremiah John Callanan. The .

Anyway, I get to work, and the blade’s all rusty. I’m grinding away, and suddenly, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of the square. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. A fire hazard while I’m sharpening.” But then, he drops one! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, knife in hand, like, “What do I do? Call the fire brigade or keep sharpening?”

Ever-popular Banna Chluain Meala will stage outdoor performance in Clonmel