This old song made popular by Charlie Poole & the North Carolina Ramblers, particularly the 2nd verse and chorus, says everything that I want to say about this thread, and the situation in Northern Ireland. (Got it off Mudcat, of course!)


YOU AIN'T TALKIN' TO ME
(M. Marshall/S. Brooks)

I went up to a lady's house to bum a bite to eat.
She fed me on some pork and beans and pie. I called it sweet.
She says, "Now, Bill, I sure did feed you good.
Would you walk out in my backyard and chop a stick of wood?"

CHORUS: You ain't talkin' to me. No, you ain't a-talkin' to me.
I may be crazy and all like that, but I've got good sense, you see.
You ain't talkin' to me. No, you ain't a-talkin' to me.
You fed me good but I can't cut wood, and you ain't a-talkin' to me.

(Repeat above chorus)

Now, me and my wife has ups and downs all through our married life.
Said to me one day, "Bill, let's stop the scars and strife."
Then went out upon the lake one evening just about dusk,
Said, "We'll drown ourselves. No one to grieve for us."

CHORUS: You ain't talkin' to me. No, you ain't talkin' to me.
I may be crazy and all like that, but I got good sense, you see.
You ain't talkin' to me. No, you ain't a-talkin' to me.
When the lake goes dry, it's time to die, and you ain't talkin' to me.




It's a great song for making up additional verses to about any absurd situation you might be facing.

Adios Partners!

Joe