Lyrics and Vocals: The late American singer and songwriter of country-folk music John E. Prine (1946–2020)
John Prine.
One of the things that made John Prine such a wonderful songwriter was his ability to take something completely ridiculous and turn it into something funny, thoughtful, and strangely moving. The song hereunder came about because John was genuinely annoyed when scientists decided that Pluto wasn’t a planet any more. He figured Pluto had been doing a perfectly good job for years, and it seemed a bit unfair to suddenly demote the poor thing. But underneath the humour, there’s something deeper here about a world that’s always changing, people who think they know everything, and the comfort of having your own little place to escape to. Only John Prine could bring all that together in one song.
The Lonesome Friends of Science.
The Lonesome Friends of Science.
The lonesome friends of science say, “The world will end most any day”. Well, if it does, then that’s okay, ‘Cause I don’t live here anyway. I live down deep inside my head, Where long ago I made my bed. I get my mail in Tennessee, My wife, my dog, and my family. Now poor planet Pluto now, He never stood a chance no how, When he got uninvited to, The interplanetary dance. Once a mighty planet there, Now just an ordinary star, Hangin’ out in Hollywood, In some ol’ funky sushi bar. The lonesome friends of science say, “The world will end most any day”. Well, if it does, then that’s okay, ‘Cause I don’t live here anyway. I live down deep inside my head, Where long ago I made my bed. I get my mail in Tennessee My wife, my dog, and my kids and me. The Vulcan lives in Birmingham. Sometimes he just don’t give a damn. His head is full of bumblebees, His pride hangs down below his knees. Venus left him long ago, For a guy named Mars from Idaho. The Vulcan sent a wedding gift, Three-legged stool and a wheelchair lift. The lonesome friends of science say, “This world will end most any day”. Well, if it does, then that’s okay, ‘Cause I don’t live here anyway. I live down deep inside my head, Where long ago I made my bed. I get my mail in Tennessee My wife, my dog, my kids and me. Those bastards in their white lab coats, Who experiment with mountain goats, Should leave the universe alone, It’s not their business, not their home. I go to sleep and it never rains. My dog predicts hurricanes, She can smell a storm a mile away, That’s all the news we have today. The lonesome friends of science say, “The world will end most any day”. Well, if it does, then that’s okay, ‘Cause I don’t live here anyway. I live down deep inside my head, Where long ago I made my bed. I get my mail in Tennessee, My wife, my dog, my kids and me.
Lyrics: American contemporary Christian music songwriter, singer, and worship pastor Cory Asbury, American country music songwriter Tom Douglas, and Grammy-winning Australian songwriter, producer, and drummer Paul Mabury. Vocals:Cory Asbury.
Cory Asbury.
There are some people we carry with us, no matter how far apart life may take us. The song hereunder is a beautiful reminder that goodbye doesn’t always have to mean the end; that we can entrust the people we love into God’s hands, hold them in our hearts, and look forward with hope to the day our paths will once again cross.
Until We Meet Again
Until We Meet Again.
May the road rise up to meet you, the wind be at your back, May the sun shine warm upon you, may there be nothing that you lack, And may your heart be forgiving even when they do you wrong, And let your lonely soul be filled with a song. Until we meet again, I know you’re in good hands, The road may wind, and the river, she bends, But I’ll hold you in my heart, Until we meet again. In this land of milk and honey, don’t forget the hungry child, Hey, man, it’s only money, love’s the one thing you can’t buy. May the rain fall soft upon your fields, bless the fruit of the vine, Heaven gather all your tears and turn them into wine. Until we meet again, I know you’re in good hands, The road may wind, and the river, she bends, But I’ll hold you in my heart, Until we meet again. Until we meet again. Let’s don’t say goodbye, Just say, “God speed”, my friend, Until we meet again, I know we’re in good hands. The road may wind, and the river, she bends. I’ll hold you in my heart, Until we meet again. Until we meet again.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;“
(Extract from poem “The Road Not Taken”, by the late Robert Frost, (1874-1963).
Wildflowers.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer-songwriter, actress, and businesswoman, the late great Dolly Rebecca Parton Dean (née Parton)[1946 – 2026].
The Late Ms Dolly Parton.
Like Robert Frost’s poem above, Ms Dolly Parton’s song “Wildflowers” is also a gentle celebration of independence and the courage to seek and find a place where you can grow. Written by Ms Parton this song uses the image of a wildflower to explore leaving familiar ground and following your own road. Its central image offers a hopeful way of thinking about belonging. Sometimes, growth means venturing beyond the place where you began.
Wildflowers.
Wildflowers.
The hills were alive with wildflowers and I, Was as wild, even wilder than they. For at least I could run, They just died in the sun, And I refused to just wither in place. Just a wild mountain rose, Needing freedom to grow, So I ran fearing not where I’d go. When a flower grows wild, It can always survive, Wildflowers don’t care where they grow, And the flowers I knew, In the fields where I grew, Were content to be lost in the crowd. They were common and close, I had no room for growth, And I wanted so much to branch out, So I uprooted myself from my home ground and left, Took my dreams and I took to the road. When a flower grows wild, It can always survive, Wildflowers don’t care where they grow. I grew up fast and wild, And I never felt right, In a garden so different from me I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone, So the garden one day set me free. I hitched a ride with the wind, And since he was my friend, I just let him decide where we’d go, When a flower grows wild, It can always survive, Wildflowers don’t care where they grow. Just a wild rambling rose seeking mysteries untold, No regret for the path that I chose, When a flower grows wild, It can always survive, Wildflowers don’t care where they grow. Wildflowers don’t care where they grow.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer-songwriter, actress, and businesswoman, the late great Dolly Rebecca Parton Dean (née Parton)[1946 – 2026].
Late Dolly Parton Dean (née Parton)[1946 – 2026].
Dolly Parton’s lesser-known “Chicken Every Sunday” carries a proud message about dignity, belonging and the hurt of being judged by money. Its young narrator faces a wealthy family’s disapproval, while her mother reminds her that humble circumstances never make anyone inferior. The Sunday chicken dinner becomes a symbol of a home sustained by care, shared pleasures and self-respect. To my ears, the song’s deepest meaning lies in that refusal to feel ashamed; a modest life has value, and nobody’s wealth gives them the right to look down on yours.
Chicken Every Sunday.
Chicken Every Sunday.
Just because all my dresses are just cotton hand-me-downs, His family calls me the lower class. ‘Cause we’re only poor folks on the other side of town, They won’t let him walk up my path.
But my mama says, “Don’t worry when they say those things about you, You remember you’re just as good as him. Just because they got that big house sitting way up on the hill, Why, you don’t have to look up to them”.
[Chorus]
“We’ve got chicken every Sunday and the preacher comes around, And every Saturday morning, daddy takes us all to town, And we go to the picture show, have picnics on the ground, Oh, if that’s the lower class, then I’m glad that’s what I am”.
‘Cause my mama don’t belong to the ladies social set, And my daddy can’t afford the country club. His folks look down on me and they won’t let us date, ‘Cause they think that I’m not good enough.
But my mama says, “Forget him, honey, he ain’t worth it all, And if anything, you’re too good for him. Just because they got money and a big fine house, Why, we won’t take no sass off of them”.
The summer foliage is dying back, unveiling more of the uncollected rubbish along the banks and in the River Suir in central Thurles. Bottles, cans, flower pots and other litter remain, while fallen trees and uncontrolled shrubbery continue to obstruct the river, as the stench persists.
After more than 13 year, the problems remain unresolved. Certainly over the past six weeks, despite my contact with the Environmental Protection Agency and Tipperary County Council, there have been no meaningful progress on the continuing litter, obstructions and overall pollution. The installation of litter bins also still remains unaddressed.
Two Years On – Bed Of River Suir At Low Tide.
Dear Mr Willoughby, Further to previous correspondence and responding to your concerns, the EPA wrote to Tipperary County Council seeking a written response from them on actions taken or planned on this matter. The Council responded to the EPA on 15/09/2026. However, the response did not provide sufficient information. The EPA has therefore requested further information from the Council. We will provide you with an update in three weeks. In the interim, we recommend you continue to report any further issues relating to this matter to the Council. Please use the reference number above in any further communication with the EPA regarding this matter. Trusting this is of assistance to you. Kind regards, Signed:Ms Shelly Laffan (Complaints Unit | Office of Environmental Enforcement) (Aonad Gearán na hOifige Forfheidhmithe i leith cúrsaí Comhshaoil)
Now, a response to my initial complaint from Ms Shelly Laffan, of the EPA’s Complaints Unit, Office of Environmental Enforcement, raises further questions about the Council’s handling of this matter.
The EPA confirms that it sought a written response (See above) from Tipperary County Council on actions taken or planned. The Council replied on September 15th 2026, but the EPA states: “However, the response did not provide sufficient information.”
The EPA has now requested further information and says it will update me in three weeks. In the meantime, it advises me to continue reporting further issues to the Council and to use my complaint reference [Ref: COM021813], in future correspondence with the EPA.
Thurles residents deserve to know what action if any is being actually taken, and when visible work will begin.
The Stench Continues. Where Is the Public Accountability?
The accompanying video hereunder records what appears to be effluent entering the river. It also shows a flat flagstone positioned over one pipe outlet, raising questions about whether the discharge is being obscured. Who placed it there, and why, requires investigation. The discharge itself needs to be identified and its source established.
I have also received reports of fish found floating near ‘The Willows’ housing estate in the recent past. The account relayed to me attributes this to an accidental chemical spill washed into the Suir through a connected surface-water drainage pipe. That explanation remains unconfirmed. The relevant authorities should establish what happened and publish their findings, including any available sampling results.
These concerns have a history. Local reporting in May described dumped shopping trolleys, plastic debris and suspected effluent along this same town-centre river.
Despite a political promotional video, 13 years too late, same highlighting the river’s condition, no subsequent update has come from same hand holding politicians, with the sole exception of local councillor Mr Jim Ryan who has taken up the cause. His communication on local radio over past months is acknowledged. Others,, if any, who have publicly expressed concern should explain what further follow-up they have undertaken.
Tipperary County Council should also now publish a dated programme for litter removal, for required bin provisions and assessment of the fallen-tree obstructions. The relevant authorities must investigate the discharges, explain their findings and identify who is responsible for each next step. Every further week of delay leaves the rubbish, the smell and the unanswered questions with the people of Thurles.
A copy of today’s updated report has been forwarded to all those responsible for this crime of neglect.
The River Suir deserves urgent care, sustained maintenance and public accountability. When will that work become visible?
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