Labourd (Lapurdi in Basque; Lapurdum in Latin; Labord in Gascon) is a former French province and part of the present-day Pyrénées Atlantiques département. It is one of the traditional Basque provinces, and identified as one of the territorial component parts of the Basque Country by many, especially by the Basque nationalists.
Labourd extends from the Pyrenees to the river Adour, along the Bay of Biscay. To the south is Gipuzkoa and Navarre in Spain, to the east is Basse-Navarre, to the north are the Landes. It has an area of almost 900 km² and a population of over 200,000 (115,154 in 1901; 209,913 in 1990), the most populous of the three French Basque provinces. Over 25% of the inhabitants speak Basque (17% in the Bayonne-Anglet-Biarritz zone, 43% in the rest). Labourd has also long had a Gascon-speaking tradition, noticeably next to the banks of the river Adour but also more diffusedly throughout the whole viscounty (about 20% in Bayonne-Anglet-Biarritz).
The main town of Labourd is Bayonne, although the capital up to the French Revolution was Ustaritz, 13 km away, where local Basque leaders assembled. Other important towns are Biarritz, Anglet (between Bayonne and Biarritz), Hendaye, Ciboure and Saint-Jean-de-Luz along the coast, and Hasparren inland. The area is famous for the five-day Fêtes de Bayonne and the red peppers of Espelette. Many tourists come to the coast, especially to Biarritz, and the hills and mountains of the interior for walking and agri-tourism. La Rhune (Larrun in Basque), a 900 m high hill, lies south of Saint-Jean-de-Luz on the border with Spain. The hill is a Basque symbol, with spectacular views from its peak.
Down on your knees you cry for help
Unleashed the rage, no reprieve
What you've done is coming back around
Instant karma, appropriate I believe
Laugh out loud I beat you harder
Both hands broken you can't fight back
For years you tried to break me
Turned round no fists my odds are stacked
Strapped and abused in misery
Chewed up pissed on cast aside
No place for me in your plan for life
Learned through time to depend on you
And you ask me why I'm bitter
Placed you on a pedestal and fell
Outstayed my welcome once again
Your actions unacceptable
And you ask me why I'm bitter
Two's company, three's a crowd
Time for me, disallowed
Beaten fucked up it feels so sweet
Justice served for what you've done
Left now taped up in your defeat
Your time for repent is nigh, scum
And I see you smiling now
And you ask me why I'm bitter
You know I really used to like you don't you?
Consciousness slips away over time