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V/A THE LID OF ME GRANNY’S BIN Comp. LP (Derry Records, North. Ireland, 1974)

This obscure anthology of (nationalist) rebel songs from Northern Ireland gets everybody I know off the chair and on the feet. Isn’t it kinda weird to see that of the thousands of records you have at home, only one would put a smile on everybody’s face? That’s exactly the case with this compilation and I’m pretty sure it will be just the other way round when I’m posting it here.
Although in my younger days I used to call myself part of the radical left, I’ve never been an anti-imperialist or sympathized with “national liberation”. That type always seemed like the worst to me. A bunch of militant esoteric and racist hippies, the worst of the worst. I don’t know whether my rather sympathetic feelings for the struggle of the “Irish” for “independence” (= being ruled by assholes that have the same passport like you) had something to do with anti-imperialism or whether it was the proletarian stance the uprising seemed to have, at least from the countless movies that I had sucked in. Coming from a very proletarian family myself, I seemed to understand so much of the struggle, but looking back now, I’m pretty sure at least a part of this is pure projection. Anyway, all reasoning put aside – I just LOVE this record. Found it on a flea market years and years ago.
Fantastic music to get wasted to and although I probably never played this LP soberly, I’m pretty sure it’s enjoyable in that very pitiful condition too. Impossible for me to pick one favorite track – all the songs are absolutely great, mostly due to the fact they’re all crude and simple.

Here’s two examples, both coming from the singer BLACKTHORN (no, it’s not Black Metal):
Blackthorn: The Lid of me Granny’s Bin.mp3
Blackthorn: The Man from the Daily Mail.mp3

You can download the entire LP here.

Cheers

The Man From The Daily Mail
(Unknown)
Now Ireland’s a very funny place, sir
It’s a strange and a troubled land
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir
Every girl’s in the Cumann na mBan
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn’t be surprising
If there’d be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble – I’m a rebel
Every hen it’s said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn’t be surprising
If there’d be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Now the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir
I spied in an old boreen
A bunch of busy gooses there, sir
Dressed in orange, white and green
They marched to the German goose step
As they whistled Grann na bheal
and I’m shakin’ in me shoes
As I’m sending out the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble – I’m a rebel
Every hen it’s said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn’t be surprising
If there’d be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Now the whole place is seething with sedition
It’s Sinn Fein through and through
All the peelers they are joining local units
And the password’s Sinn Fein too
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn’t be surprising
If there’d be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail

Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble – I’m a rebel
Every hen it’s said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn’t be surprising
If there’d be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail.”

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