Púca

The púca (Irish for spirit/ghost), pooka, phouka, phooka, phooca, puca or púka, is primarily a creature of Irish folklore. Considered to be bringers both of good and bad fortune, they could either help or hinder rural and marine communities. The creatures were said to be shape changers which could take the appearance of black horses, goats and rabbits. They may also take a human form, which includes various animal features, such as ears or a tail.

The púca has counterparts throughout the Celtic cultures of Northwest Europe. For instance, in Welsh mythology it is named the pwca and in Cornish the Bucca. In the Channel Islands, the pouque were said to be fairies who lived near ancient stones; in Channel Island French a cromlech is referred to as a pouquelée or pouquelay(e); poulpiquet and polpegan are corresponding terms in Brittany.

Etymology

The origin of the name may have come from the Old Norse term pook or puki, which refers to a "nature spirit". In Germanic languages, such as Frisian or English, this became pucel, pook or puck.

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Pooka (disambiguation)

Pooka or Púca is a faery creature of Celtic folklore.

Pooka may also refer to

  • Pooka (band), British pop duo
  • Pooka, a race of rabbit-like beings in Odin Sphere
  • Pooka, an enemy in Dig Dug
  • Pooka, a fictional dog in Anastasia
  • Pooka, a kith in Changeling: The Dreaming
  • Pooka, an invisible rabbit friend of Elwood P. Dowd, the principal character in the movie Harvey
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    Pooka (band)

    Pooka was the former songwriting duo of UK guitarists/vocalists Sharon Lewis and Natasha Jones. They took their name from a mythical Irish goblin with an uneven temper.

    Career

    Pooka were formed early in 1992 at Nottingham Polytechnic. Lewis and Jones decided to try their luck in London, and were spotted by WEA Records after being showcased by the manager of Bunjies (a club they had played in). This resulted in their gaining a 5 album recording contract. In the US, Pooka's self-titled debut (produced by John Coxon) was released in 1993 on Elektra. Tours with Everything But The Girl, Tindersticks, Kristin Hersh, Al Stewart and The Levellers followed. Between their own recordings, Pooka co-wrote some tracks with Ultramarine for 1995's Bel Air. Pooka's second album, Spinning, was released in September 1997 on Trade 2, a subsidiary of Island Records and managed by ex-Rough Trade founder Geoff Travis.

    Garnering praise and support while on tour throughout Europe in the next two years, Pooka released a five song EP, Monday Mourning, in 1999 on the French Telescopic Records label. In 2001, Lewis and Jones independently released Fools Give Birth To Angels, a self-produced, classically written and arranged collection of new songs, replete with string sections and a hand bell choir. Only 1,000 copies of the CD were produced.

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    A Crooked Nigga Too (Raphael Saadiq Remix)

    by: 2Pac

    Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
    Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
    Niggaz just wanna know
    if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass sheeeit
    [2Pac]
    Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true
    Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
    Now first they had me trapped and now I'm pissed
    A loaded AK-47 lay under my head so I don't trip
    One motherfucker from the Underground
    And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they fuck around
    Yo why I got beef with police?
    Ain't that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with me
    They make it hard for me to sleep
    I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deep
    I guess it's hard for you to see
    But now I'm pointin the finger at police
    instead of them motherfuckers blamin me
    I got the right to bear a pistol
    And when the punk motherfuckers get to trippin I got shit too
    And maybe then you'll see the truth (hell yeah)
    But until then, I gotta do what I do
    and stay a crooked nigga too
    [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
    I've got to do, what I'm gon' do
    I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say
    I'm gon' live how I live - how else you want a nigga to live?
    I'm gon' do, what I do
    I'm gon' say, what I say
    I'm gon' live how I live - how do you want a nigga to live?
    [2Pac]
    Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggaz
    Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
    2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck the Constitution
    I want my bucks for restitution
    This time you got a bigger problem
    Time to face the niggaz from South Central, Oakland, Brooklyn and Harlem
    And we ain't shootin at each other
    That's my motherfuckin brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover
    And all the bitches from the Klan
    Come feel the wrath of a black man that doesn't smoke crack and
    I don't drink St. Ides (fuck that!)
    Genuine Draft, ganja ganja, and my fuckin tec-9
    They know they scared to see us sober
    Stop drinkin King Cobra, and niggaz'll take the world over
    It's all up to you (up to you)
    Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked nigga too
    [Chorus]
    [2Pac]
    Aiyyo! Why me? Play like Jasmine Guy and try me
    I'll be damned if I die, come look at the rage in my eyes G
    They got my homies in a jail cell
    And it's the Rebel and the Devil, and one of us is goin to Hell
    I got the whole place covered, with loc'd out brothers
    And nuttin but love for each other
    So motherfucker make a motion
    I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean
    Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga
    but they hate it when we pop the cops
    That's when they gettin petrol
    You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row
    But I learn to look ahead of me
    Stay strapped watch your back keep your eyes on the enemy
    We blowin up precincts and OOOH
    You can't fuck with the crew, of crooked nigga too
    [Chorus]
    [Raphael Saadiq]
    It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
    (I'm a crooked nigga too)
    It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
    It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
    (I'm a crooked.. crooked nigga too)
    It's the coldest town from here to Georgia
    Y'all gon' stop fuckin with me
    [Chorus - repeat to fade]




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