Tell the boys back home these songs are for them

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The coolest response I’ve gotten to The Casual Stroll to the Top is: “This would be way more awesome, Balius, if you took out all the parts that sucked.”  — Well played, dear foe of mine.

Mirroring Herman Melville’s hypnagogic scene (without the tattooed hulk lying in bed), but extenuating into a hypnopomp sequence, the narrator finds himself playing out the role of the Milesian poet Amergin in a battle between the Milesians and the Tuatha De Danaans.  (Spruce up your Irish mythology.)   

Instead of Amergin’s Invocation of Ireland (if you click that, scroll all the way down for the Gaelic and the English translations), he invocates this jive: 

The band strikes up Waltzing Matilda for the men of the sea
In billowing star-strewn shimmering fields,
Shimmering in the undiscovered country;
Undiscovered steppes and paths like streams through wood,
Streaming in cascading founts of diamante sheen;
Diamond-eyed the gaze upon endless waves rolling,
Endless waves thundering dark bluffs in crystal spray;
Crystal-like also the rain upon the family tree,
The family tree as history of ours and what is,
Our forest dense with time and history –
Time and time again we make the same errors,
The same struggles for families and friend circles,
Friendship as apples of burrowing eyes,
Burrowing into the darkly sung tunes of yesterday;
Tuning the radio to a Country & Western station,
My country and I are inextricably bound,
Bounding heart for the beating rhythms coursing,
Rhythmic my thoughts of what is and what should be
And what was and what could never be,
Nevertheless I hope and hope and hope;
The band strikes up Waltzing Matilda for the men of the sea. 

 Random fact: Before they started pumping out pop music out their speakers, my favourite pub in town was an Irish pub and I could once be found sitting in the fireplace room with my Guinness scribbling away.  Sadly those Guinesses flow no longer.

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