K.E. Skedgell

Today I share two songs for the Christmas season. Enya - Oíche chiúin (Silent Night) Album - Oíche chiúin (Silent Night), First Release (1989); And Winter Came (2008) Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé, [Silent night, night of God's son.] Cách 'na suan dís araon, [Soundly in slumber, the pair together] Dís is dílse 'faire le spéis [The pair and love, watching with affection] Naoín beag gnaoigheal [The small bright beautiful child,] ceananntais caomh [darling little one.]   Críost, 'na chodhladh go séimh. [Christ, calmly asleep.] Críost, 'na chodhladh go séimh. [Christ, calmly asleep.]   Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé, [Silent night, night of God's son.] Aoirí ar dtús chuala 'n scéal; [Shepherds first heard the tale] Allelúia aingeal ag glaoch. [The angels crying out Alleluia.] Cantain suairc i ngar is i gcéin [Lovely chanting near and far.]   Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin [Christ, the saviour himself.] Críost an Slánaitheoir...

So, it's 12-21-12, and I feel fine! Jill Tracy - Doomsday Serenade Album - Diabolical Streak (1999) We'll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday Pigs will be flying through the sky Upon the 12th of Never Half a quarter past forever Stricken with the Rapture We will watch the world's demise   We'll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday A hint of Armageddon fills the air Now that Hell has frozen over And the sun is growing colder We'll be drawing closer Because there's no more time to spare   We'll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday A shower full of frogs and toads But as bleak as it may be Apocalyptic reverie Hand in hand we'll tiptoe Through the carcasses and bones   The air is too thin to breath on Doomsday At last we face the reckoning And blood will fill the sea Cobwebs will cover you and me As flames engulf the remnants Of this grand catastrophe   It's Doomsday It's Doomsday ___________________________________________...

Jill Tracy -- The Fine Art Of Poisoning Album -- Diabolical Streak (1999) It's quite an elaborate scheme The fine art of poisoning The dose to comatose Slyly administered Not for the frail of heart The vengeful must play their part A friend to the bitter end Or so they say Nice and slow Misfortune will flow Peril in the nursery It seems a tainted pastry One bite what a dreadful fright She was such a delicate little dish A pleasant parlour gathering Quicksilver concealed in a ruby ring Two lumps or three I have always adored bergamot tea Nice and slow Misfortune will flow But who will know?