-”What’s the craic?” “Any craic?” and “That was some craic!” do not in any way reference drugs. “Craic” is an Irish catch-all term for “news” in some cases, “happening” in other cases, and “fun” on top of that. “What’s the craic” is the same as “What’s the story,” meaning “is there any news?” “That was some craic” means “that was interesting” or “that was fun.”
-You’ll often find the Irish using the word “et” instead of “ate,” and “bet” or “bate” instead of “beat” or “beaten.”
-Sentences often end with “like” or “so” and are not meant to be followed up with anything.
-Grammatical differences include “do/does be” instead of “is” (eg. he does be doing) “amn’t” instead of “I’m not” (eg. I amn’t doing that) and “I’m after doing..” (eg. I’m after doing the laundry, it’s hanging outside.)
-”I’ll do the washing up” is used instead of “I’ll do the dishes.”
-”mad as a bag of badgers,” “9 pounds? small turkey, big baby,” “she’s got a face on her like a slapped arse,” are all wonderfully colourful Irish sayings.
-”Hoor” is a great word.
-”Come ‘ere to me now” doesn’t ACTUALLY mean “come here to me” at all, but something closer to “listen.”
-”I’ll do it now in a minute” is the perfect tool for procrastination.
-”Yer man” = a male you’re talking about, “yer wan” = a female you’re talking about, “the aul lad” = your father, “the aul wan” = your mother, “t’young lad” = the son, “t’young wan” = the daughter. I can’t really leave out “yore ma.”
-The exaggerated usage of the word “fair:” fair play, fair fucks, in all fairness..
-”Grand” not really being that grand at all, and pretty much as the same use as the word “fine.”
-When trying to relate something to someone: “ah sure, you know yourself.”
-Using “so you do” and “so I am” at the ends of your sentences; eg. “Ah sure you know yourself, so you do” and “I’m dying, so I am!”
-Claiming you’re “dying” when you’ve got the sniffles, or a hangover.
-”Giz (give us) a lash at that” instead of “give me a turn on that.”
-Overuse of the word “sure,” eg. “Ah sure, he’ll be down in a minute,” or “You know yerself, sure.”
-Being called “pet.”
-”Ahh!” instead of “Aww!” when something’s cute.
-”Come on the fuck” when you want someone to hurry up.
-”My head’s wrecked!” “I’m in bits!” “I’m dyin’!” are fairly self explanatory.
-”I love ya to bits!” and “God love ya” are particularly entertaining to me for various reasons.
-”I will me hole!/I am, me hole!” and “I will me bollocks!” when you’re being defiant about being told to do something.
-When being offered food or drink without much choice, you’re often told to “get that into ye now.”
-The terms used to describe girls are interesting. “Lack,” “mot,” “bird,” “bridie,” (bridie’s my favourite as of late) “yer wan.”
-Different use of the words “lovely” and “nice.” “Ah she’s lovely!” or “that was a nice meal.” In Canada, nobody really says either; “she’s a nice girl” or “the dinner was good.” Meal isn’t really used much either.
-When full, you’d often describe what you just ate as “a good feed.”
-”Sound” is used instead of “okay” or “sure,” and generally has nothing to do with actual sound.
-If “you’re after” being “shouted” at, it’s called being “given out” to. If you’re doing the shouting, you’re “giving out.” Back home, the above would be structured “If someone’s yelling at you..”
-Party pills being described as “yokes,” or random things you don’t remember the name of being called “yokes.”
-”Savage” and “deadly” are good things, generally the equivalent of “cool.” “Class” is, also.
-If someone’s being annoying, you can pick from a variety of phrases to describe his condition, such as “acting the maggot,” or “acting the bollocks,” or “taking the piss.” “Taking the piss” is also used in the UK.
-If someone tells you to “cop on,” it means you need to open your eyes to a situation, or take note of something you’re ignoring. Eg. if your girlfriend/boyfriend is blatantly cheating on you, your friend might tell you to “cop the fuck on” and get rid of her/him.
-If you’re called a “dry shite,” you might want to work on becoming more entertaining.
-”Knackers” are unsavoury folk (think the pikeys from Snatch), but if you’re “knackered,” you’re just tired.
-For some reason that I really can’t understand, the cupboard is referred to as “the press.”
-Ignorant doesn’t necessarily mean stupid; if someone’s ignorant, generally they’re not nice people to you.
-Bold doesn’t necessarily just mean brave; if a child is being bold, they’re doing something they’re not supposed to be doing.
-When one asks how you are, you’re just meant to say “howareya” in return without actually saying how you are. Nobody cares. “Howareya” is just hello. “Howareya, are ye well?” is something I’m still not entirely sure what to respond with.
-Instead of saying “do you want me to go get that?” like back home, you’d say “will I get that for you?”
-If you’re feeling alright, it’s common enough to say “Ah sure not a bother on me.”
-”Altogether” is used a lot. “Ah we had a brilliant time altogether!”
-”Ah” often precedes a lot of banter.
-Saying “half” instead of “thirty” is the done thing. If it’s eight thirty, you’d say it’s half eight.
-It’s not a vacuum. It’s a hoover. Also, it’s not a broom, it’s a brush.
-You don’t feed animals pellets or kibble, you feed them nuts, regardless of the fact that more often than not, there’s no nuts involved.
-”Ah now, don’t get thick with me” means “Don’t you dare get snappy with me.”
-”Narky” is my favourite alternative to the word “annoyed.” “She’s a bit narky.”
-”Locked,” “baloobas,” “twisted,” “bananas,” “off my tits,”
-”Ah stop!”/”Ah would ye stop!” never really means “stop talking,” it’s generally when you’re complaining about something and the “ah stop” means they’re agreeing with you. “The weather’s awful!” “Ah, would ye stop! It’s after raining all week!”
-”Couldn’t be arsed” just means you couldn’t be bothered.
-”Whisht” is used in the same fashion as “shh,” but doesn’t have any real meaning. “Shtum” or “shtoom” (no idea of spelling) is “quiet” in Irish.
-Kip can mean two things: One, “he’s going in for a kip,” means he’s going to sleep. Two, “the place is a kip,” means the place is wrecked or horrible looking.
-To “fuck” something out of the way simply means to throw. “I fucked it out the window” = “I threw it out the window,” as opposed to literally fucking someone out the window.
-To “shift” (eg. I shifted yer wan last night) means to “kiss.” “Meet” also has the same meaning in some parts, which only strikes me as ridiculously confusing. “She’s a ride” means you find her attractive, and “I’d ride her” means you’d fuck her.
-To go on a session just means to go drinking.
-”What’re you on about?” = What are you talking about?

Can’t think of any more right now, but this is a list I intend to keep updated when something strikes me, because I adore Hiberno-English and find it endlessly entertaining. Also probably helps my poor mother understand what I’m on about half the time.

I’m starting to think I should seriously revise my “forgive all and forget all” attitude.

It’s turning me into a complete doormat. Here I am, sat doing college-level homework in a field I don’t do over MSN for an ex (who’s an ex after an awful lot of dicking around with my emotions prior to the actual dumping) who’s currently off smoking a joint. I won’t mention the pictures vs. facebook fiasco or the times he came over twisted off his face wanting sex then skipped off merrily in the morning without so much as a kiss goodbye or even bothering to contact me at all while sober. Now, I’m not one to get thick over casual sex. I was a willing participant. But it’s still a bit dickish, and makes it fairly damn evident that he doesn’t give two shits about how I feel about the whole thing.

And you know what, fuck him for taking me for granted anyway. I’m an amazing girl. I’m laid back, low-maintenance, I don’t do drama or head games. I smoke weed and enjoy a pint or two. I play good videogames, I watch good movies, I listen to good music. I’m smart, I’m decent looking, I can cook when I want to, I’m easy as hell to get on with, very little scares me, nothing puts me off. I take good care of whoever I’m with, I’m compassionate and do everything I can for anyone, nevermind just my partner. And above all else, I’m honest. I don’t care if I sound egotistical; what I said is the truth.

I’m one of those girls who’s pretty hard to come by. If he doesn’t realize that, then I guess I’ll have to find someone else who will.

But I still miss him. I hate that.

How do I train myself to not be a doormat? And how do I do that without burning bridges?

Finally got my own computer back, so I’ve been quite busy re-customizing my desktop to how I like it. I’ve put Rocketdock and Litestep to very good use, as well as an XP theme to add the final touches.

Also drew myself a new sheep on my background image. :]

A few screenshots (click on the thumbnail to view in full):

I just want one person to read this and talk to me about it. I don’t care who that is. I just want to know someone actually has bothered. I have a feeling this is going to be long-winded and quite self indulgent, but fuck it, I need to get this shit out and it’s not like anyone’s around to listen right now.

I’ve always been the “strong one.” Everyone tells me, at one point or another, that they admire my strength, my bravery, my cool head. And for the most part, it’s true; I’ve been through a fuck of a lot, more than a lot of people my age. I’ve been homeless, penniless, stranded in foreign countries, left to fend for myself. I’m a strong person. I take risks. I get myself in fucked up situations, voluntarily, and usually manage to get myself out of them one way or another. I’m not scared of a whole lot. There’s also very few things that will rattle me. I don’t tend to get stressed or upset or scared. People who know me well know this.

Another thing about me is that I’ve pretty much been alone the majority of my life. I don’t do well in large social groups, it’s something I’ve been working on a lot over the last year and have got a whole lot better at. But it’s still hard. I’m just not used to people. As a kid with a single working mother who moved us around a lot, I never really had a chance to get used to people. In some ways, it’s been good– it’s made me appreciate a lot of things that kids these days don’t. I like to read and explore, I see beauty in all things, even what everyone else would figure to be ugly. I have an appreciation for animals that comes 100% from me being out of the company of people, they’ve done more for me and been with me through more than any person has. I miss them. Greatly. Anyway, I don’t care about my “handicaps,” I’m still a strong person and I still manage to get through what I need to get through.

My problem is this: when you’re the “strong one,” no one really expects you to be weak. I’m the one everyone goes to with their problems. I’m the advice giver, the person who knows what should be done and how to do it. And with that kind of pressure, I don’t really get a chance to be weak. This is one of those times where I’m the weakest I’ve ever been, and, yet again, I have to deal with it on my own. I’m fucking sick of it. And to be totally honest, I’m terrified. I have literally no direction in my life right now. The person I thought would give me some kind of direction is now pulling out of my life too. To quote Nine Inch Nails, or, if you prefer, Johnny Cash– “Everyone I know goes away in the end.” And that’s one of the most relatable things I’ve ever heard in a lyric.

The reason for this is one I’m still trying to figure out. I don’t think I’m a bad person. I really don’t. I’m loyal, affectionate, smart, easy-going, unassuming, non-judgmental, loving, and even occasionally kind of sweet. Suppose I should emphasize the “occasionally,” but you get the idea. I’m the epitome of a “forgive and forget” kind of person, no matter what terrible things someone has done to me or said about me, I’ll be the first one to be there for them if they need someone. And even if someone has done me some serious wrong, I’ll be the one who will go crawling back to them. But the sequence of events in my life has led me to wonder if I’m viewing myself honestly or through rose-tinted glasses. I used to be a bad person as a teenager, I know that. Once in awhile, usually when activated by my mother, I can still be pretty awful. But for the most part, I’ve left all that bullshit behind and I’m fairly steady. So why the hell does all this bad shit keep coming my way? What am I doing to deserve it? And the biggest question of all:

Why the hell isn’t there anyone at all to be there for me when I’m always there for everyone else?

I’m fucking lonely, for god’s sake. I’m a human fucking being and I’m dead fucking sick of being alone. I’m sick of people thinking I can handle it just because I should be “used to it” and I’m sick of people expecting me to. Newsflash: Loneliness isn’t something anyone ever gets used to. I’m sick of people taking advantage and I’m sick of being dicked around by fair-weather friends who want me when it’s convenient for them but mysteriously fuck off when the going gets a little rough and I show one fucking iota of being a real person. I’m sick of being used, I’m sick of being abused, I’m sick of being a goddamn object that people only ever show any interest in because they want to fuck me. And guess what happens when they’ve done that? They fuck off too.

I want someone I can lean on and rely on, someone I can spill my guts to, someone I can be completely comfortable with. Someone who won’t abandon me and leave me stranded again. Someone who’ll wrap me up in their arms and just make me feel safe, and loved, and wanted. I thought I had that but I was a fucking idiot. Each time this happens, I tell myself I should’ve known better, everyone’s the same, the only person who will ever truly be there for you is yourself– or a dog. I tell myself this every time. But god fucking damnit, I just don’t listen to myself, and I stupidly fall for the same tricks every bloody time. I finally think, “wow. I’ve found someone I click with, someone I get on with, someone I’m comfortable with who actually appreciates me for who I am,” and then fucking presto, they reveal that I really don’t matter to them. It’s taking its toll. It really is. And I don’t honestly know how much more I can take.

I miss my dogs. With my dogs, everything was somehow okay. My dogs were there for me, unconditionally. Why the fuck can’t people be like that? I’m like that for everyone else. I never abandon people. Ever.

When the fuck will someone return the favour?

It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?

Not sure what to say. I never think to update this thing anymore, but what’s the point in having it if I don’t?

I’ve been in Tralee for the past 2, maybe 3 weeks. I’ve kind of lost all track of time. It’s a pretty enough place, surrounded by mountains that you see as soon as you walk out the door. As far as the actual town itself looks.. well, it’s nothing special. In fact, it kind of looks a little bit dismal. The layout is kind of peculiar. Also, it smells very faintly of assorted manure. But aside from that, it’s got a lovely park (seriously, beautiful). And the accent’s kinda nifty.

On the way from the ‘gar to Tralee we had to stop in Limerick. Now, I don’t know if the bus station’s just in a really shít part of Limerick or what, but the place is a complete dump. Couldn’t move two feet without running into a whole family of knackers, the litter on the streets was embarrassing, and everyone just looked angry. Cheap chips though, a euro less than Mullingar. Suppose that redeems it a little.

Erk. I don’t really have anything substantial to post. My situation’s still more-or-less the same; jobless and penniless. Only this time, my location is currently Tralee and my relationship status is currently on the rocks. I’m not entirely sure I like either situation; I don’t know anyone outside of Andy here in Tralee and with the relationship with him on the rocks and with me not having any money to get a bus or train out of Tralee, it’s all very unstable. More than it was before, which I didn’t actually think was possible. I want the boy to make up his fucking mind (the whole “loves me but wants his freedom” bs) and I want to at least find friends here or something. At least back in the ‘gar I had people to sort of fall back on. Here, though, in the event of a fallout I’m pretty much stranded.

Guess I should figure out what I wanna do. I’m really getting ancy in regards to travel again. I need a big change-up or something.. I want to go to Germany.

If there should be anything free in this world, it’s health care.

Every person on the planet has the right to live. We should NOT have to pay money to exist. The fact that money now trumps life itself on a national scale in some countries is so incredibly vile it actually makes me feel ill. A government is meant to look after its populace, and that means if someone needs (and I mean needs, electives don’t count) an operation or some kind of medicine just to survive then they should be taken care of. We’re human fucking beings, not pawns on a chess board for god’s sake.

The worst part is the people who actually support privatized health care. They go around like two year old children who won’t let anyone share their toys. “I don’t want my money to go to some fat bastard who’s too lazy to lose weight and gets a gastric bypass instead.” Well fuck off, you asshat– what about all the other millions of good, hard-working people out there who would benefit from it? What about the kid in the wheelchair who needs therapy so he may be able to walk again? What about the dearly loved grandmother whose life could be saved by an operation to get rid of her cancer? What about those people?
How would you feel if it were you? Your child? Your grandmother? How would you feel if their lives were at stake and some asshat insurance company just took one look and said “yeah, don’t think so, sorry, your life is meaningless.” Fuck off. Just fuck off. For every one “fat bastard” there’s millions of decent folk out there who just plain can’t afford to fork out the thousands of dollars it would cost to give them any sort of chance at life. That is LIFE. A basic motherfucking human RIGHT. Why has everyone forgot this?

So what if it means your taxes will be a little higher– at the end of the day it balances out, and not only is your ass looked after, but you can feel good in knowing that you, in some small way, are helping to save lives.

Quality of life > money. Fuck money, and fuck what it’s done to society, and fuck all you pricks who value it over life itself.

Stop being such cunts and remember life is about having health, happiness, and people you love around you– not some colourful piece of paper and a couple of petty pieces of change.

Disgusting.

Eh, wow. It’s been ages since I updated this. Life gets in the way. Anyway, suppose it’s about time I do so, yeah?

Right, the latest News in the Life of Liah is as follows;
-I’m now living directly in the center of town directly above a pizza place. This is not a good thing. This means my diet has gone to shit and I don’t think twice before going out. That said, it is absolutely brilliant craic living here, and despite the obvious physical and mental side effects, I’m having a great time.
-My computer, my baby, my pride and joy, has finally kicked the bucket after many years of faithful service. Well, not all of it (I hope), but the power supply is definitely DOA. I’m gutted, and this means I’m on the internet significantly less.
-I’ve now rediscovered my love of marijuana, after going about two years without it (excluding once a few months ago).
-I’ve also now rediscovered love in general and have put a halt to the sowing of my wild oats as to not, you know, be a cheating whore. At least, temporarily. On the halting of the wild oat sowing, not the cheating whore stuff. Can’t say I’ve ever done that.
-My last.fm subscription ran out. This completely destroyed me, as this was my only source of music and I’m now having to go without my music. Horrid.
-I’m going to be 22 next month. Twenty-fucking-two. What the hell kind of age is that?
-Flight of the Conchords may or may not be the best thing to ever have been developed by a pair of men from New Zealand.

That is all.
For now.

Top 10 Songs of the Week, Revised, June 3rd
Haven’t done a songs of the week for awhile. So, it’s that time again, but with two changes: one, I’m narrowing it back down to the original ten, and two, I might as well put in the reasons why I think the song is so flipping awesome.

1. Röyskopp – So Easy
electronica, ambient, norwegian
Using samples from the classic “Blue on Blue” by Bobby Vinton, it adds a touch of surreal to an otherwise relatively nondescript, average electro tune. It flows in and out in an almost dreamlike fashion, with only the beat to keep it in focus. I love the combination of oldies and electro, and I’m thinking I’m going to be doing a lot of hunting to find similar stuff.

2. Architecture in Helsinki – Heart it Races (As Played by Dr. Dog)
indie, australian, twee
A nice, easy, rolling beat, simple bassline and mellow vocals, this is the ultimate chillout song. The melody is contagious and I inevitably find myself closing my eyes and tapping my feet, and then trying to force Last.fm into playing it again. And again, and again.

3. The Black Keys – Set You Free
blues, rock, indie
Haven’t listened to much of the Keys in some time now, but they’re making a comeback in my most played lists. Something about the rough, uncontrived voice, uncompromising melodies and better-than-standard blues licks makes this combination an instant flashback to the better days of classic rock while still remaining fresh and original. The Black Keys are wholly underrated, and it’s a shame. Hopefully these two talented guys won’t stay that way, as I can see them headlining a new-age blues revolution with the right backing– and that’s something I would love to see.

4. tiptop – One More Song
deutsch, indie, electronic
There’s something to be said for simple music. tiptop may not be anything spectacular in terms of technical brilliance, but I’ll be damned if they don’t know how to make enjoyable music. Put together fun melodies, the German language and the beautiful man that is Peter S. Brugger and I’m a hopeless case. I will always love tiptop. Mmm, aha aha.

5. Kíla – Grand Hotel
as gaelige, irish trad, fusion
One of the few bands I’ve seen live, and it was some experience. Nobody does Irish-language trad quite like Kíla, and I don’t think I’ll ever see a crowd get that incredibly hyped over an Irish trad band ever again. This song will always remind me of my time in Ireland.

6. Roy Orbison – Leah
oldies, classics, rockabilly
Ah, the flashbacks. I remember being tiny and my gran would put an old tape of one of his concerts in to keep me busy while she did housework. Ever since then I’ve had an auditory love affair with Roy; his voice is one of the most amazing you’d ever hear, and in my opinion (not that my opinion matters) he had miles more talent than Elvis. Haven’t met a song of his I don’t like, and this one’s made all that much better by the fact that it’s my name he’s singing.

7. Caesars – Jerk it Out
swedish, indie, rock
Incredibly hard song not to like. Upbeat and positive, it instantly puts me in a good mood and, surprisingly, actually gives me motivation to go outside and get shit done. No easy feat. True, it’s one of those songs everyone knows and loves already, but fuck it, sometimes majority is right, and this is definitely the case with Jerk it Out.

8. Sigur Rós – All Alright
icelandic, shoegaze, post-rock
My heart breaks every time I hear this song. Jónsi is such a beautiful, emotional individual and his utter heartache over his mistakes is so raw in the beginning of this song. One of the few Sigur Rós songs to actually include English, it does so in such a surreal fashion that it still sounds like an utterly different language. The beauty of it is that does nothing to dampen the message conveyed. However, as with all Sigur Rós songs, alongside the element of despair there is always the element of hope, and it is just as uplifting as it is tragic. I want to hug him.

9. Cowboy Junkies – Sweet Jane
alt-country, canadian, alternative
I’ve kind of been “off” this song for awhile. I listened to it pretty much constantly after rediscovering it while watching Natural Born Killers awhile ago, and then just flat out stopped– til I heard it again in an episode of True Blood. The lead singer’s smooth, smouldering vocals lend this song an incredibly sexy, understated tone, and the rhythmic guitar in the background makes this song a fantastic one to smoke a joint and mellow out to.

10. Apollo 440 – Tears of the Gods
electronica, big beat, techno
Sex on radio. Repetitious, yes, but with that riff it’s definitely no crime. Powerful, sexy, and a little bit funky, this song does everything right, and it knows it.

Jaysus it’s been awhile since I updated this thing.

Not much has changed in the last couple weeks but I’ve made some inward changes about my approach to people. I’ve started cutting out all the people in my life who bring me down and who I can’t reconcile with and who can’t understand that friendship is a two way street. I’ve cut out the people who expect me to be there for them and help them and be their shoulder to cry on but who refuse to do the same for me. Fair weather friends is the term, I suppose, and I feel all the better for it. Cut out the users, and you’re left with the real ones.

The only two people I’m not happy about having to cut out are probably Rob and Graham, but I guess it had to be done. I love Rob. I seriously, honestly do, and I don’t think I’m going to feel that way about anyone else. But.. he has no backbone and no confidence and he’s just going to be stuck where he is for years until he gets some, and I can’t sit here and watch him rot away and waste himself in his parent’s house for the rest of his life and never standing up for himself or breaking away from them to find himself. It’s too heartbreaking. And I miss him terribly, but it’s just never going to happen, and I finally let myself realise that. As for Graham.. well, I’m just sick of being used as a psychiatrist, I guess, and then being cast aside when I have issues I need to talk about with someone. Also, getting blown off four days in a row with no explanation or bothering to just say “oh hey, can’t make it” is a great way to make me feel like a friend. Still, he was fairly sound when not being a douche so it sucks having cut out with someone you got along with in other ways, but what can you do. Everyone else though wasn’t worth having around in the first place.

As for other news, my mom will be in town on the 9th, and I can’t wait. Which, if anyone knows me, sounds really odd because my mother and I have always had a fickle relationship, but since I got to Ireland eight (or is it nine?) months ago, I’ve been completely on my own with no one I really know, and I just miss having someone who actually cares about me and knows me around, you know? Sick of fair weather friends and they’re in this country in abundance, but no matter how much me and my mother can get into it sometimes, we’ve always got each other at the end of the day. That’s how it’s always been– just me and her. And the dogs, but I don’t imagine they’d take well to a seven hour flight. Can’t wait to show her around. I wonder how long it’ll take her to decipher the accent, and how many times I’m going to have to correct her on pronouncing town names. God, I hope it’s not like Scotland all over again..

And last but not least, at the end of June I’ll be back to being homeless. Faaaaantastic! Hope the weather stays like this. I think I could deal with it if the weather stayed like this, it’s so beautiful and warm. Anyone wanna offer me a couch? Or even a floor.. I’m adaptable! :(

Anyway, time for me to go get cleaned up and go enjoy an absolutely stunning day.

Little behind this week for my Top 20 Songs of the Week, May 16th – May 23rd.

New topper. Actually, a mostly entirely new list.

1. 4 Non Blondes – What’s Going on?
2. Ben E. King – Stand By Me
3. Souad Massi – Yemma
4. Caesars – Jerk it Out
5. Jefferson Airplane – White Rabbit
6. George Harrison – Got My Mind Set On You
7. Frightened Rabbit – Head Rolls Off
8. Syd Barrett – Love Song
9. Dar Williams – As Cool As I Am
10. Tommy James & The Shondells – Crimson and Clover
11. The Ramones – Somebody to Love
12. The Decemberists – July, July!
13. Matt Nathanson – Laid
14. Ólafur Arnalds – 0048/0729
15. Goldmund – Ba
16. Basement Jaxx – Bingo Bango
17. Two Gallants – The Deader
18. Bobby Vinton – Blue on Blue
20. O-Zone – Despre Tine