It's everywhere I turn. The need to listen to Gaelic so I latched onto Clannad's song from Lore called Alasdair MacColla; I look it up it is Scottish Gaelic ballad; very interesting given there is a huge forum sci-fi discussion about young leaders; like Alexander the Great and is Lee Adama to be rejected for age.

This song is about such a pledge; lyrics translated to English.

 

Alexander son, o ho Cholla Ghasda o ho Of gallant Cholla, o ho As do laimh-s' gun o ho Into your hand, o ho Earbainn tapaidh trom eile I would heroic entrust deeds, trom eile     Sèist: Chorus: Chall eile bho chall a ho ro Chall eile bho chall a ho ro Chall eile bho chall a ho ro Chall eile bho chall a ho ro Chall eile huraibh i chall a ho ro Chall eile huraibh i chall a ho ro Haoi o ho trom eile Haoi o ho trom eile     As do laimh-s' gun o ho Into your hand, o ho Earbainn tapaidh o ho I would entrust heroic deeds, o ho Mharbhadh Tighearna o ho The Lord of Ach-nam-breac, o ho Ach-nam-Brac leat trom eile Would be killed by you, trom eile     (Sèist) (Chorus)     Mharbhadh Tighearna o ho The Lord of Ach-nam-breac, o ho Ach-nam-Breac leat o ho Would be killed by you, o ho Thiolaigeadh e o ho He would be buried, o ho An oir an lochain trom eile At the edge of the loch, trom eile     (Sèist) (Chorus)     'S ged 's beag mi fein o ho And although I myself was small, o ho Bhuail mi ploc air o ho I threw a clot of earth on him, o ho Chuala mi'n de o ho I heard yesterday, o ho Sgeul nach b'ait leam trom eile A sad story, trom eile     (Sèist) (Chorus)     Chuala mi'n de o ho I heard yesterday, o ho Sgeul nach b'ait leam o ho A sad story, o ho Glaschu a bhith o ho That Glasgow, o ho Dol 'na lasair trom eile Was going down, trom eile     (Sèist) (Chorus)     Glaschu a bhith o ho That Glasgow, o ho Dol 'na lasair o ho Was going down, o ho 'S Obair-Dheathain o ho And Aberdeen, o ho 'N deidh a chreachadh trom eile Is being pillaged, trom eile geovisit();  Don't ask me; I just go with what is there in my limited understanding

 

and well the Gaelic word Mo chridhe which means "My heart" I was reading it in a book called Mercy by Picoult and i had a ruge red rose on the front. Good book whose main topic is euthanesia and should a spouse that does it to a very sick wife be charged of murder for it if she asks him to kill her.

 

Eh, I have to get my heads-up in forms I understand; I don't like spirits that pop in and out; it freaks me out; so they have to serenade me their conversations/what needs to be said.

 

Beileve me or not; don't care it's been that way since early childhood; being afraid of closets, tops of stairs, cold spots, all of it; fritzes in electronics etc... i say no way man serenade or get lost; 'cause it is definitely hard enough to keep body and soul together as is.

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