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“Beach Boys” Frontman Brian Wilson Dead At 82 Years.

Brian Wilson, the legendary frontman and co-founder of the band “The Beach Boys”, sadly, has died at the age of 82 years. His family announced in a statement, shared on line, “We are heartbroken to announce that our beloved father Brian Wilson has passed away,” his family stated . “We are at a loss for words right now. Please respect our privacy at this time as our family is grieving. We realise that we are sharing our grief with the world.”

I Get Around

Lyrics: Beach Boys band members Brian Wilson and Mike Love.
Vocals: American Rock Band “The Beach Boys” .

Brian Wilson was born in 1942 in Hawthorne, California. He formed a group “The Beach Boys” along with his younger brothers Carl and Dennis, cousin Mike Love and friend Al Jardine; before going on to become one of America’s biggest and greatest rock bands, selling more than 100 million records globally, according to the group’s own website.

Music magazine Rolling Stone ranked them at 12 on its list of the “100 Greatest Artists of All Time”.

Wilson’s song writing with the group included three number one singles I Get Around, Help Me, Rhonda and Good Vibrations.

Wilson’s wife, Melinda passed away in 2024 after 24 years of marriage, having adopted five children; Dakota Rose, Daria Rose, Delanie Rose, Dylan and Dash, who joined his two daughters, Carnie and Wendy, from his first marriage.

In the same year his wife died (2024) it was revealed that he was suffering from dementia.

In ár gcroíthe go deo.

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.

Lyrics: American musician, Hall of Fame songwriter, and music publishing executive, the late Fred Rose 1898 – 1954.
Vocals: American country, pop and bluegrass singer, songwriter and guitarist Vince Grant Gill.

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.

In the twilight glow I see her,
Blue eyes cryin’ in the rain.
When we kissed goodbye and parted,
I knew we’d never meet again.


Love is like a dyin’ ember,
Only memories remain.
Through the ages I’ll remember,
Blue eyes cryin’ in the rain.


Some day when we meet up yonder,
We’ll stroll hand in hand again.
And in a land that knows no partin’,
Blue eyes cryin’ in the rain.


END

17th Annual Killea Fun Day & Margaret O’Sullivan Feile.

Thomas Mac Donagh Pipe Band To Open 17th Annual Killea, Templemore, Tipperary, Fun Day and Margaret O’Sullivan Feile.

Tom Ryan Reports.

An Irish village will revive its traditional lifestyle of 80 years ago, when it takes a step back in time for its 11th annual fun day in the old fashioned way on Sunday, June 15th, 2025.

Once again, it will be officially opened by the Thomas Mac Donagh Pipe Band, from Templemore, Co. Tipperary, at 1:30pm sharp.

Sean-Nos dancing will feature during this popular Field Day; to be held in conjunction with the hugely popular Margaret O’ Sullivan Feile. The committee Secretary, Mr Jim Hamill says ”Sean-Nos dancing requires intricate body movement, using head, hips and hands, as well as feet”.

Children will be admitted free of charge on what should be a colourful day in Killea sports field, latter a nice gesture, indeed, from the organising committee. Latter are hoping for yet another sunny day for this eagerly awaited annual event, which has grown from strength to strength, in the shade of the famous Bearnan Eile or Devil’s Bit.

Killea will stage some 30 plus events to stir nostalgia among older Tipperary people and same event is expected to raise cash for local groups.

A canteen will be in operation during the day, with locally baked confectionary. Homemade colcannon and sides of bacon can be had at the barbecue and shop; manned by the local ladies committee.
There will also be pancakes available, which are always very popular in Killea.

Events will include set-dancing, figure-dancing, horseshoe throwing, pillow fights, skittles, penalty taking, pony rides, stock-judging, sheaf pitching (with finals to be held at 3:00pm), a tug of war competition, a dog show, darts and a tractor run, (latter beginning at 11:30am and returning to Killea sports field).

Participants in the County Tipperary Fleadh Cheoil from Clonmel are expected to feature among the many musicians who will entertain those in attendance.
There will be a set-dancing display from the top senior and junior dancers of Killea and district and a host of traditional musicians, singers and dancers from various parts of the county, many of whom have won
awards, and who will entertain from 1:30pm until 6:00pm.

Matt The Thresher himself would surely have approved of it all, as would Charles J Kickham, author of “Sliabh na mBan”, our Tipperary ‘anthem’.

Officers of the organising committee include Chairman, Mr Michael Duff;
Secretary Mr Jim Hamill and Treasurer Mr John Fogarty.

The Button Pusher.

The Button Pusher.

Vocals: Irish folk band The Dubliners and Luke Kelly.
Lyrics: Scotland born and Canada-based folksinger and songwriter Enoch Kent.

The Button Pusher.

I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it’s almost a permanent job.
When the atom war is over, and the world is split in three,
A consolation I got, well maybe it’s not, there’ll be nobody left but me.

I sit at me desk in Washington in charge of this great machine,
More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than strychnine,
And in the evening after a tiring day, just to give myself a laugh,
I hit the button a playful belt and I listen for the blast.

Chorus:
Well I am the man, the well-fed man, in charge of the terrible knob.
The most pleasing thing about it, it’s almost a permanent job,
When the atom war is over, and the world is split in three,
A consolation I got, well maybe it’s not, there’ll be nobody left but me
.

Repeat Chorus:
If Brezhnev starts his nonsense, and makes a nasty spell,
With a wink and a nod from Nixon, I’ll blast them all to hell,
And as for that Fidel Castro, him with the sugar cane,
He needn’t hide behind his whiskers, I’ll get him just the same.

Repeat Chorus:
If me wife denies me con-jugular rights or my breakfast milk is sour,
From eight to nine in the morning you’re in for a nervous hour.
The button being so terribly close, it’s really a dreadful joke,
A butt with my arse, as I go past, and we’ll all go up in smoke.

Repeat Chorus:
Now I’m thinking of joining the army, the army that bans the bomb.
We’ll take up a large collection, and I’ll donate my thumb.
For without it, I am helpless, and that’s the way to be.
You don’t have to kill the whole bloody lot to make the people free.

END.

A Song For A Sunday

Across the Border.

Lyrics and Vocals: American rock singer, songwriter, and guitarist, nicknamed “The Boss”,
the great Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen.

Across the Border.

Tonight, my bag is packed, tomorrow I’ll walk these tracks,
That will lead me across the border.
Tomorrow, my love and I will sleep beneath auburn skies,
Somewhere across the border.
We’ll leave behind, my dear, the pain and sadness we found here,
And we’ll drink from the Bravo’s muddy waters,
Where the sky grows gray and wide, we’ll meet on the other side,
There across the border.
For you, I’ll build a house high upon a grassy hill,
Somewhere across the border.
Where pain and memory, pain and memory have been stilled,
There across the border.
Sweet blossoms fill the air, pastures of gold and green,
Roll down into cool, clear waters,
And in your arms ‘neath open skies, I’ll kiss the sorrow from your eyes,
There across the border.
Tonight we’ll sing the songs and I’ll dream of you, my corazón,
And tomorrow my heart will be strong.
May the saints’ blessings and grace carry me safely into your arms,
There across the border.
For what are we without hope in our hearts,
That someday we’ll drink from God’s blessed waters?
And eat the fruit from the vine, I know love and fortune will be mine,
Somewhere across the border.

END
“Corazón” in Spanish translates to “Sweetheart” or “My heart” in English.