- published: 18 Mar 2013
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Coordinates: 54°30′58″N 5°57′32″W / 54.516°N 5.959°W / 54.516; -5.959
Drumbo (from Irish: Druim Bó, meaning "ridge of the cow") is a small village and townland in County Antrim, Northern Ireland. It lies about 6 miles (9.7 km) south of Belfast city centre, 3 miles (4.8 km) east of Lisburn and 3 miles (4.8 km) west of Carryduff. The 2001 Census recorded the village's population as being 408.
The village is set on the edge of a ridge where the drumlin country of County Antrim starts to descend into the Lagan Valley. It is laid out around a junction of routes meeting at the front of the Presbyterian Church, which is a listed building. The current church building is beside the site of the medieval parish church, the foundations of which can be seen in the graveyard, as can the lower half of a ruined round tower, a scheduled ancient monument. The round tower was originally built here to take advantage of the panoramic views over the Lagan Valley. At the time of the tower's construction, these views would have been useful in spotting oncoming Viking raiders. The tower formed part of a monastery.
Actors: David Markey (editor), Raymond Pettibon (writer), Raymond Pettibon (editor), Raymond Pettibon (actor), Mike Watt (actor), Raymond Pettibon (director), Raymond Pettibon (producer), Joe Cole (actor), Joel Rane (editor), Mike Kelley (actor), Chris Wilder (actor), Crane Doe (actor), Angela Taffe (actress), Ricky Lee (actor),
Plot: Three teenagers from the industrial part of Los Angeles try to form a punk rock band in Hollywood, in this short film by renowned artist Raymond Pettibon.
Keywords: coming-of-age, independent-film, los-angeles-california, punk, punk-rock25, has anybody seen my life?
I lost it somewhere '95
Time stands still and time sure flies
Slower, faster everyday
I did tons of stuff today, and I did nothing anyways
And that's the thing, it's all the same
Nothing changes
(Chorus)
Have no hopes I have no dreams
I think to much and then I scream
What have I done?
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
Undone is done
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
I won't hold my breath no more
This is it, no less, no more
It's ok, I've come to terms
Still sometimes it really hurts
I can see, it's hard to take this seriously
And you might even laugh at me
But I'm way past self-irony, I mean business
(Chorus)
Happy memories, running 'round
I'm seven years old, frass beneath my feet, stay
outside until it gets cold
Cut to present day, I just stay indoors all summer
Whine my days away
What have I done?
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
Undone is done
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
I won't hold my breath no more
This is it, no less, no more
It's ok, I've come to terms
Still sometimes it really hurts