People with twigs think America is in Limerick, and I don't know what they think the twigs are. I think goo is bad and God is good but I don't know why he has to make all this goo.

I write words on my nose and I look at my nose every time I want to talk about the twigs, Jackie and the air, San Fran-summer-cisco with a pool cue and mumbling because I can't read my own nose.

Band: Waiting Room.

They're a young band from Cork. They're better than being able to put your hand in the air and say, "I did that," and point at something you did, and win a prize for it.

Website:

www.irishmusiccentral.com/waitingroom

I'm leasing my life to the whisperers in the fields who say they'll use my life to enhance their lot a lot and dance a bit and maybe fall in love. They say a lot of other things too, and if you A is for ask me while I look at my feet and ah! whistle, don't bother asking me -- I can't read my nose.