Debut concert of the Complaints Choir on May 1st in the Meeting House Square, Temple Bar, Dublin 2.
Dominic Campbell, Artistic Director of Bealtaine, says, "Complaints Choirs are about transforming the huge energy we put into complaining into something more positive. Irish people are supposed to be world class at complaining and here's the chance to prove it."
Lyrics from the Complaints song include:
I’m paying off a loan I did not take on. It’s twenty year since we had a decent euro song.
Bertie Ahern and his pals are still wealthy. Why do our Ministers of Health look so unhealthy?
That stupid bugle song that they play on Ryanair. As if they want a medal for having got you there.
Those signs on cabs that suggest the driver is Irish. Six feckin euros for a pint of warm beer.
The Complaints Choir are an initiative of artists Tellervo Kalleinen and Oliver Kochta-Kalleinen.
Complaints Choirs began in Finland before spreading around the Globe. Everyone it seems has something to complain about.
Lyrics in full:
I’m paying off a loan I did not take on. It’s twenty year since we had a decent euro song.
Bertie Ahern and his pals are still wealthy. Why do our Ministers of Health look so unhealthy?
That stupid bugle song that they play on Ryanair. As if they want a medal for having got you there.
Those signs on cabs that suggest the driver is Irish. Six feckin euros for a pint of warm beer.
All the wrong sort of people make the right sort of cash. Not the nurses or the guys who take the trash and our football team is useless but we can’t sack the Trap and kids are emigrating cause they can’t take this crap.
My coin gets stuck each time I use the shopping trolley. Why does it always rain when I forget my brolly?
That Marty Whelan just won’t stop being jolly. Don’t want no booze or scratch card from a trolley dolly.
Who said that Lansdowne Road could be now called Aviva? And Bord Gais Energy’s a dumb name for a theatre.
The Old Point Depot’s now called after a phone, starting to wonder if there’s anything we own?
Mass is getting longer and the richer getting stronger and the weather is too cold and Brian O’ Driscoll’s getting old.
And the bankers are still free and they’re still screwing you and me. And we never thought that this was what it meant to be free.
Any why do cyclists ignore the traffic lights? And why do bouncers look like they all want to have a fight?
And why do all our shops now, Centra, Mace or Spar? Why can The Edge only play one style of guitar?
Am I the only one who finds Bono annoying? Daniel O’ Donnell couldn’t be more cloying.
Why do so many buy the Sunday Independent? To read about girls who are surgically resplendent.
My house is worth a third of what I paid in 04. And I can’t look at the Z-list on the Late Late show anymore.
And I cannot understand the kids who tork on the dort.
And when Ireland has recovered we’ll just feck it up once more.
When Ireland has recovered we’ll just feck it up once more.
