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Drumbo
Coordinates: 54°30′58″N 5°57′32″W / 54.516°N 5.959°W
Drumbo (from Irish: Druim Bó, meaning "ridge of the cow") is a small village, townland (of 1,274 acres) and civil parish in County Down, 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. It is situated in the historic barony of Castlereagh Upper. 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 Down 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 the truncated Drumbo round tower, a scheduled historic 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.
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ALBUMS
- City of Refuge released: 2008
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by Dreamboy
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What Have I Done
by: Dreamboy25, 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