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Clássico dos anos 80. Tema da novela da Rede Globo, Plumas e Paetês

Leider ist der Blick verkehrt...aber Wichtigste ist, dass ihr alles hoeren koennt. Viel Vergnuegen.

Im Severins Burg Theater Ein neuer Song, gerade geschrieben. Erstes Mal, dass ich es LIVE spielte!

29.09.08. Severins-Burg Theater. Habe mit diesem Lied ein bisschen experimentiert...normalerweise spiele ich es viel schneller und ohne Blecktrommel. Experimented a bit on this one. Normally I play it a lot faster and without a pick.

18.08.08 Severins-Burg-Theater 2nd song of the set. Zweites Lied, das ich spielte.

Obwohl ich sagte, dass dieser Song gar keinen Namen hat, heisst er jetzt "Mourning Song" Erster Auftritt im Cafe Storch, Aachenerstrasse, Koeln, 25.08.08 www.myspace.com/bensigerson

18.08.08 Severins-Burg-Theater, Koeln 1st Performance in months...3rd and last song I played. Erster Auftritt seit Monaten...drittes und letztes Lied, das ich spielte.

29.09.08 Severins-Burg Theater. Von meinem letzten Auftritt in Koeln!

25.08.08 Live Koeln, Severins-Burg-Theater, Offene-Buehne Show www.myspace.com/bensigerson

3. Auftritt im Severins-Burg-Theater 08.09.08 "Moorings of Reason" or, Gerd Buurmann's preferred title: "Darum zittern die Voelker" Although it is titled "Moorings of Reason," I often simply sing "moors" cuz I like the word more, even though its not really a word...

Beautiful Stranger.TV finds the stunning Jeanann of Sigerson Morrison at the Lucky Shops event and grills her about her favorite beauty products. She tells us about her best friend and dermatologist, Dr. David Colbert, who makes a Vitamin C cream that's changed her skin. She also reveals the one and only fragrance she'll wear by Bond No. 9 and the Frederic Fekkai shampoos she loves. In this vignette, Jeanann talks about the "insane" long, beaded Prada dress that she plans to wear for the rest of her life.

Poor quality excuse for a Christmas card to the music of Davitt Sigerson

Song composed by Sigerson Clifford about his hometown of Caherciveen, County Kerry, Ireland.

disco dub band /For the love of money(written by gamble& huff)music arr:davit sigerson

Link to Target "Pop-Up" Stores: http://sites.target.com/site/en/spot/page.jsp?title=bullseye_bodega Earrings: Sunina at www.bloomingroserocks.com Brands Mentioned: Anya Hindmarch Sigerson Morrison Jonathan Saunders

23.09.08 Severins-Burg-Theater "Familiar Game"

Live at the Town Pump the Rattled roosters rock it up! Copyright Steve Digiboy Dales, Tapes for sale......not LOL! BRITGASKETS.CA FOR ALL YOUR ROCKABILLY BRIT BIKE STUFF. Copyright Steve Digiboy Dales

Fires just east of St. Finian's Bay, County Kerry, Ireland, in February 2004.

Scenes from "Puray Boru: That's 'Play Ball' in Japanese," a documentary that will explore cultural clashes and challenges in baseball in the United States and Japan. As with other imports from America, each country that plays the game adapts the sport to its own ways. What can you tell about a people -- in this case, the Japanese -- by how they have made "our" game their own? What can Japanese viewers learn about Americans from the way we watch and play? We will examine the relationship between the two cultures through the sport that unites them -- and separates them.

Beautiful Stranger.TV hangs around Lucky Magazine's Lucky Shops event and spots and tracks down Stacy, who's wearing Miss Sixty, Juicy Couture and J. Brand jeans with her Sigerson Morrison flats. Her angled cut is the work of the Sally Hershberger salon in NYC's Meatpacking District. In this vignette, Stacy shares her favorite pastime: Salsa dancing.

Kevin Henry recites "The Ballad of the Tinker's Son" at Lanigan's Pub, Chicago, March 16, 2008 Here is the text, amazing how close Kevin is to the original. The Ballad of the Tinker's Son This is a fictional account set in the troubled times of Ireland's War of Independence (1919 - 1921) and the Civil War (1922 - 1923). Sigerson presents a romantic view of life on the road but the writing here and on track nine, showing his strength as a storyteller and his affinity with Nature, represents some of his best. Apparently he was in sixth class in Cahersiveen and preparing for Confirmation when a father and son came to the classroom door. Addressing the teacher, the father said: "You'll hold on to my son until the bishop comes, sir?" Off he went and off too went Sigerson's fertile imagination roaming the roads with his Traveller friend. I was in school 'twas the first of May and the day the tinker came With his wild wide eyes like a frightened hare's and his head with its thatch on flame: We liked the length of his bare brown legs, the patches upon his clothes, The grimy strength of his unwashed hands and the freckles about his nose. The master polished his rimless specks and he stared at him hard and long Then he stood him up on a shaky bench and he called on him for a song. O the tinker looked at our laughing lips then a voice like a timid bird's Did the master's bidding and these were his singing words: "My father was jailed for sheep-stealing and my mother is black as a witch. My sister off-ran with the Sheridan clan and my brother's dead-drunk in a ditch. O Tralee jail would kill the devil but Tralee jail won't kill my Da I'll mend you a kettle for one and four and I'll bring home porter to me ma." Then he bowed his head as the schoolhouse shook with the cheers of everyone And the master made me share my desk with the raggedy tinker's son. O the days dragged on and he sat down there his brown eyes still afraid He heard the scholars' drowsy hum and turning to me he said: "What would I want with X and Y and I singing the crooked towns Or showing a drunken farmer the making of silver crowns? Or will Euclid teach me to light a fire of green twigs in the rain Or how to twist a pheasant's neck so it will not cry in pain? And what would I want with ancient verse or the meaning of Latin words When all the poetry I'll ever need rings the throats of the singing birds?" But he stayed at school and his flowering mind it grew swift as the swooping hawk: Then there came a day when we said goodbye to the master who smelled of chalk. He went to the life of the ribbon roads and the lore of the tinker bands: They chained my bones to an office stool and my soul to a clock's cold hands But I often thought of my tinker friend and I cursed my smirking luck That didn't make me a tinker man as I fought the road to Puck With a red-haired wife and a piebald horse and a splendid caravan Roving the roads with Cartys and Wards the O'Briens or the Coffey clan. Now the years went by and the Troubles came, and I found myself again I was back where I whittled the worn desks, with the mountains and the rain. They put a trench coat on my back, placed in my hands a gun And up in the hills with the fighting men I found the tinker's son. And there on the slopes of the Kerry hills our love grew still more strong And we watched the wren on the yellow whin spill his thimbleful of song Then came a truce and I shook his hand for a while our fighting done But I never spoke one word again to the red-haired tinker's son. 'Tis many a year since he went away and over the roads the vans Wheel gaily to horse and to cattle fairs with the O'Brien's or the Coffey clans. The tinker's son should be back again with the roads and the life he knew Ah but I took the life of my red-haired friend in nineteen and twenty-two.

X-mas

Lio Sigerson singing Out of my Dreams from Oklahoma

Bit of madness after Sigerson