Thin Lizzy Quotes

Miss McClure...” he had been talking while her mind drifted off. She brought her gaze back to his face, trying to focus on the flinty stare and thin line of his lips. “Sorry, I was distracted. And can’t you call me Bryn?” “I’ll try, but generally I prefer a more formal approach in business dealings. It keeps the relationship clear.” “Like, you in charge, the other person in submission?” The words popped out before she edited herself. Her eyes grew large as she watched his face go through a change of expression. A slight smile hovered at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, something like that. Might I get a refill?” He held up his empty glass.

It's all about being seen... You can be the best fookin' band in the world but if nobody can see you, you might as well be in the fookin' worst.

If "Fighting" produced one very positive thing in the studio, it introduced that unique twin guitar sound that would be part and parcel of Thin Lizzy. It emerged from nowhere towards the end of the recording, up until that point Gorham and Robertson would simply share solos between them: "It was a complete accident," Gorham said later. "Brian Robertson was playing a single note line. Somebody flipped the delay button on. It was something like a quarter-second delay, and the note followed him accidentally in harmony. Everybody was amazed at the effect. We decided to try it for real and put it on whatever decent lines it made sense with.

LIZZIE’S SPOILS-OF-WAR ORANGE CAKE FOR THE CAKE: Beat together eight soup spoons butter with one cup sugar until fluffy. Mix in two eggs and three soup spoons juice from an orange. In a small bowl, blend one and two-thirds cups flour, a teaspoon baking powder, and half a teaspoon salt. Add dry to wet mixture along with one cup buttermilk. Blend well. Stir in one cup raisins, half a cup chopped walnuts, and one soup spoon finely grated orange peel. Pour the mixture into a buttered pan and bake forty-five to fifty minutes. Cool before icing.   FOR THE ICING: Stir two soup spoons juice of orange and two cups powdered sugar together until the sugar dissolves completely and the icing is smooth. The icing should be thick enough to coat the back of a spoon. If it is too thick, add more liquid; if too thin, add a little sugar.

got my sweaty bollocks stuck to it. You grew up in Dublin in the seventies and eighties. It was as white as white could be. Sure, we’ve diversified now, but back then, if it snowed we couldn’t feckin’ find each other. There would have been more racially diverse KKK rallies. So what? Black people stole your opportunities, did they? I can think of only two who were in Dublin at that time. Out of curiosity, did you think you would have been the pearl at the centre of Ireland’s most successful international football team, but Paul McGrath took your place? Or do you reckon you were next in line to be the lead singer and bass player in Thin Lizzy but Phil Lynott swooped in and took it in some, I dunno, affirmative-action thing? Exactly how are the – how did you put it? Oh, yeah – ‘mongrel races’ responsible for you ending up being the useless waste of toilet roll you’ve become? I’d love to hear it.” Bunny

So what do we do, dress up like orderlies and sneak him out in the laundry cart?” “Something like that.” “Oh, c’mon, Spence, that routine is as old as the Three Stooges.” “Probably older,” said Spence, laughing. “Actually I was thinking of something a little less dramatic.” “Like what?” “Like just walking out with him.” Denny stared at Spence, then shook her head. “In one of the big hospitals in New York you might get away with that,” she said, “but in a little tiny hospital like Down East Community, it’ll never work.” “It might, if he’s dressed like a woman,” said Spence. Denny thought for a minute, then nodded. "Maybe," she said. "But where are we going to get clothes to fit him? My mom and your mom are way too thin." Spence smiled. "Miss Lizzie," he said. Denny's eyes opened wide. "Miss Lizzie? Do you really think she'll do it?" "She's waiting for us right now at the edge of town," said Spence.

I turned to the plates and scooped out the shepherd's pie. As I broke through the thin crust on the mashed potatoes, the most amazing aroma enveloped me. A similar version was one of Mom's favorites; it was one dish she never burned, never oversalted, and always made into a celebration. Jane and I used to fight over seconds. But tonight it was mine---and it was better than Mom's. I always added a bunch of oregano and cinnamon to the tomato base to give it extra richness. And for this pie I'd used more vegetables, mincing them super fine, and used a bit of grass-fed ground beef rather than relying exclusively on the lamb---the first naturally thickened the base, and the second softened the taste.

Things will go better for you during periods when you listen to Thin Lizzy at least once a week.

LIZZIE’S SPOILS-OF-WAR ORANGE CAKE FOR THE CAKE: Beat together eight soup spoons butter with one cup sugar until fluffy. Mix in two eggs and three soup spoons juice from an orange. In a small bowl, blend one and two-thirds cups flour, a teaspoon baking powder, and half a teaspoon salt. Add dry to wet mixture along with one cup buttermilk. Blend well. Stir in one cup raisins, half a cup chopped walnuts, and one soup spoon finely grated orange peel. Pour the mixture into a buttered pan and bake forty-five to fifty minutes. Cool before icing. FOR THE ICING: Stir two soup spoons juice of orange and two cups powdered sugar together until the sugar dissolves completely and the icing is smooth. The icing should be thick enough to coat the back of a spoon. If it is too thick, add more liquid; if too thin, add a little sugar.