benson, a friend of mine used to tell me he could walk into an Irish bar and start playing a few things on the jukebox and get most of the drunk patrons to start crying.
Posted by: daveinbedstuy at March 17, 2010 11:39 AM
Let me guess,
“She Moved Through the Fair”
“The Parting Glass”
“Hello in There” (for the inevitable hipster there for the atmosphere)
closing the circle, jester, here’s where Seamus met the bard:
I am Hamlet the Dane,
skull-handler, parablist,
smeller of rot
in the state, infused
with its poisons,
pinioned by ghosts
and affections,
murders and pieties,
coming to consciousness
by jumping in graves,
dithering, blathering.
Oh, and some more Seamus for St. Pat’s:
My grandfather could cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, digging down and down
For the good turf. Digging.
Clancy Bros. used to have a hilarious (& filthy) send-up of Danny Boy. Also Galway Bay. Doubt they recorded either – they were pretty raunchy for the day & age.
I guess the current owner isn’t into reading books. Just a slacker who likes to play pool.
If it was in Detroit it’d be a short sale.
I wonder what the taxes are!!!!
Posted by: daveinbedstuy at March 17, 2010 11:50 AM
if it was in brooklyn – probably 2,000 bucks
Nice, dh.
“The only free-standing single family mansion in Manhattan!!!!”
I wonder what the taxes are!!!!
http://www.brownharrisstevens.com/detail.aspx?id=1102553
House porn
benson, a friend of mine used to tell me he could walk into an Irish bar and start playing a few things on the jukebox and get most of the drunk patrons to start crying.
Posted by: daveinbedstuy at March 17, 2010 11:39 AM
Let me guess,
“She Moved Through the Fair”
“The Parting Glass”
“Hello in There” (for the inevitable hipster there for the atmosphere)
closing the circle, jester, here’s where Seamus met the bard:
I am Hamlet the Dane,
skull-handler, parablist,
smeller of rot
in the state, infused
with its poisons,
pinioned by ghosts
and affections,
murders and pieties,
coming to consciousness
by jumping in graves,
dithering, blathering.
Oh, and some more Seamus for St. Pat’s:
My grandfather could cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, digging down and down
For the good turf. Digging.
Clancy Bros. used to have a hilarious (& filthy) send-up of Danny Boy. Also Galway Bay. Doubt they recorded either – they were pretty raunchy for the day & age.
jester for the win!
yeah, exp text,
when’s lunch around here?