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Amanda.

Amanda.

Vocals: The magnificent voices of American country singer, songwriter and guitarist, Chris Stapleton, and his American singer, songwriter wife Morgane Stapleton (née Hayes), latter performing the harmony and duet vocals.

Amanda.

Lyrics: Retired American songwriter, the great Robert Lee McDill.

I’ve held it all in,
God knows I’ve tried,
It’s an awful awakenin’,
In a country boy’s life.
Look in the mirror,
In total surprise,
At the hair on my shoulders,
And the age in my eyes.
Amanda, light of my life,
Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife.
Amanda, light of my life,
Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife.
It’s a measure of people,
Who don’t understand,
The pleasures of life,
In a Hillbilly band.
Got my first guitar,
When I was 14,
Now, I’m pushing 40,
And I’m still wearin’ jeans.
Amanda, light of my life,
Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife.
Amanda, light of my life,
Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife.

End

Irish Parliament’s 18 Space Bicycle Shed Cost Over €335,000.

Politics: From the words Poli (Meaning ‘Many’) and Tics (Meaning ‘Blood Sucking Parasites’).

The Thurles Roofless Bicycle Shed.

A newly erected bicycle shed to house eighteen bikes at Leinster House, latter the seat of the Oireachtas, the parliament of Ireland has cost more than €335,000.
The above expenditure could have purchased a 4 bed, 3 bath, 138 m² detached house, or 3 semi-detached council houses each with 3 Bedrooms, and 1 Bath, here in urban Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

Initially hailed by Transport Minister Mr Eamon Ryan TD, as an excellent example of public sector climate action, this shelter, required archaeological advice, to make sure it fitted into the parliamentary complex, at a cost to the taxpayer of €2,952.

We are advised that over 600 civil service staff support the functioning of the Oireachtas in Leinster House. Add this number to the 160 TDs attending for 3 days each working week, [Note: 124 men and 36 women (latter only 22.5%)]; one hopes that this “18 Space Bicycle Shed” can be easily expanded.

Then again many may be working from home or using “The Dart” (“The Dort”, for the benefit of those commuting from Sandymount and Foxrock)“, or (God forbid) these rainy days, using other public transport.
One thing we do know, the vast majority of these 760 workers and their bosses are not arriving on bicycles, but then again we never get to see what is parked around the back of that formidable structure and are the great unwashed permitted to mix with nobility?

We further learn, courtesy of the Office of Public Works, that a high-quality structure was needed because of the building’s sensitive location.

Note: Off the record, and keep tight lipped on this, Thurles does not have even one Bus Shelter, and when Tipperary Co. Council learn of the above costs of an 18 Space Bicycle Shed, local commuters had better continue to carry their parasols and hope for non-windy conditions.

According to numerous press outlets, other breakdown costs; provided by the Office of Public Works, shows that €322,282 was spent on the main construction and finished installation; while €10,816 was paid for quantity surveying services and contract administration services.

However, asked for a copy of the business case for this project, the OPW confirmed that none had been required.
On a more positive note: unlike roofless Thurles Bicycle stalls on Liberty Square, Thurles, shown above, at least the 18 cyclists in Leinster House won’t have to ride home on wet saddles or come out to find someone has reversed into their “High Nelly” .

Looks like Tipperary Co. Council are not the only wasters of taxpayer funding.

A Song For A Sunday.

Heal The World.

Lyrics and Vocals: American singer, songwriter, dancer, and philanthropist, the late Michael Joseph Jackson, (August 29th, 1958 – June 25th, 2009).

Heal The World.

There’s a place in your heart and I know that it is love,
And this place could be much brighter than tomorrow,
And if you really try, you’ll find there’s no need to cry,
In this place you’ll feel, there’s no hurt or sorrow.
There are ways to get there, if you care enough for the living,
Make a little space, make a better place.

Chorus

Heal the world, make it a better place,
For you and for me and the entire human race.
There are people dying, if you care enough for the living,
Make a better place, for you and for me.

If you want to know why there’s a love that cannot lie,
Love is strong, it only cares of joyful giving,
If we try, we shall see in this bliss we cannot feel,
Fear or dread, we stop existing and start living,
Then it feels that always a love’s enough for us growing,
So make a better world, make a better world.

Repeat Chorus
And the dream we were conceived in will reveal a joyful face,
And the world we once believed in will shine again in grace.
Then why do we keep strangling life, wound this Earth, crucify its soul,
Though it’s plain to see this world is heavenly, be God’s glow.
We could fly so high, let our spirits never die.
In my heart I feel you are all my brothers,
Create a world with no fear, together we’ll cry happy tears,
See the nations turn their swords into ploughshares.
We could really get there, if you cared enough for the living,
Make a little space, to make a better place.

Repeat Chorus (3 times)

There are people dying, if you care enough for the living,
Make a better place, for you and for me.
There are people dying, if you care enough for the living,
Make a better place, for you and for me.
You and for me. (Make a better place).
You and for me. (Make a better place).
You and for me. (Make a better place).
You and for me. (Heal the world we live in).
You and for me. (Save it for our children).
You and for me. (Heal the world we live in).
You and for me. (Save it for our children).
You and for me. (Heal the world we live in).
You and for me. (Save it for our children).
You and for me. (Heal the world we live in).
You and for me. (Save it for our children).
Save it for our children.
END

Shooting Dead Of Tipperary Native Shaun Brady – Second Teen Charged.

Mr Shaun Brady, R.I.P.

Jackson County juvenile authorities in the U.S. state of Missouri, have now charged a second teenager, following the murder earlier this week of former Nenagh, Co. Tipperary native and well-known Kansas City chef, Mr Shaun Brady.

He is charged, in Jackson County family court, with second degree murder in the fatal shooting of Mr Brady and the attempted theft of a motorised vehicle.

A second teen, a 15-year-old boy, was charged on Thursday, with felony murder; attempted stealing of a motor vehicle, and armed criminal action. His name, as is the case in all juvenile proceedings, has not been placed in the public domain. Both suspects currently remain in police detention at a Juvenile Detention Centre.

As our readers are aware, Mr Brady, who was a married 44-year-old father of two, was murdered on Wednesday, just after 5:10pm, outside his Brookside restaurant, “Brady & Fox”, situated at 63rd Street and Rockhill Road.

The two male juveniles were arrested by police within an hour, following the shooting, in the Midtown area, while the stolen vehicle was also located nearby.

The first teen, a 15-year-old boy, charged on Thursday last, was in family court on Friday, accompanied by family members, and had a detention hearing. It is expected that on September 25th next, he will face a judge who will determine if he is to be tried in an adult court.

Information on the court appearance for the second teen has yet to be confirmed.

Ghost Chickens Skyward.

Ghost Chickens in the Sky.

Vocals: Tennessee banjo player Mr Troy Boswell, known professionally as Leroy Troy.

Lyrics: American stand-up comedian and singer Sean Morey and American songwriter and actor Stan Jones

Ghost Chickens in the Sky.

A chicken Farmer, took a walk, out on his farm one day,
He paused by the coop, as he went along his way,
When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye,
It was the sight he dreaded, ghost chickens in the sky.

[Chorus]

(Chicken clucking/crowing sounds)
Ghost chickens in the sky.

He’d been a chicken farmer since he was twenty four,
Working for the Colonel, for thirty years or more,
Killing all theses chickens and sending them to fry,
And now they want revenge, ghost chickens in the sky.

[Repeat Chorus]

Their beaks were black and shiney, their eyes were blazing red,
They didn’t have no feathers these chickens all were dead,
They picked the farmer up and he died by the claw,
They cooked him extra crispy, (pause) and they ate him with coleslaw.

[Repeat Chorus]
Ghost chickens in the sky.

End.