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This reminds me of Mark Twain's "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court." It's a great book, but the absurdity of the Yankee knowing not only everything there is to know about engineering and medicine but even the dates and times of solar eclipses.can be a bit much.

As an exchange student in Haugesund in 1995, this was the first concert I went to. It was played in a building then owned by my host father, Bjorn. Many memories. I still have this song memorized 29 years later.

This is the first song I ever learned to sing, and in a language I didn't yet speak😅 but now do (at least a little hehe). It is special and synchronistic to me on more ways than I can explain, and makes me cry happy tears! And I love that whoever made the video used tropical island photos...that adds even more layers significance for me and beautiful feelings racing through my heart♡♡♡

Karaoke ti na noir

Tekst Ti na noir

Veldig rørernde ❤

❤🎉 JOHNNY JOHANSEN NO-WAY

That's why I get such a kick out of the kids who feel soooo superior because they can work a computer. How's it work? Aahhhhhhhh

It all goes into the wall. It’s called a glory hole.

Love it💖💖💖💖

sucks to suck I guess 😂

Maybe inspired by the movie "Non ci resta che piangere" (1984) by the two great comedians Roberto Benigni and Massimo Troisi in which they are thrown back to 1492 and have the idea of making huge money by suggesting inventions to Leonardo da Vinci. And obviously - being just a primary school teacher and a janitor - they are totally unable to describe things to the great Leonardo.

Anyone should be able to explain these things in at least a basic way. It is a shame that so many people are so ignorant to even the most basic scientific knowledge

Funny enough I know how all those things work, except the microwave, there’s my knowledge is a bit fuzzy but it’s kind like a radiotransmisor or a radar, thou works on a different band wave.

“Ah but this does two sides.”

Evidently walls are magic!

Yeah. That's about my knowledge of technology. 🤔🤔🤣🤣🤣

It's the Wall. It comes from the Wall, it goes to the Wall.

This is probably one of the best jokes ever

We can explain at least a little more than this

This is my most watched video

I use this argument all the time with all those gonks who go "if you go back in time with a gun, you can take over the world!" Oh yeah, chief? You, alone are going to face down a whole army of people who were brought up around warfare since they were children and often fanatical in their devotion to a cause. People who only know how to kill by getting close and watching their enemies die. And you're going to terrify them all with a loud bang? Yeah, hero, go ahead. I'll go with you. I can't wait to see what they do when they realize this mystical power of long range death can run out...

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Fin min søster sang den mange ganger når jeg var liten veldig fin sang

Absolutely hilarious. Great comedic delivery.

Soooooo beautifull song!!!!

This reminds me of Bob Newhart's routine about Sir Walter Raleigh explaining tobacco to someone back in England.

Mnogu ubava pesna💖💖💖

Apparently walls are the greatest technology ever

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I’m surprised no one has suggested hallowing out a watermelon, setting up four sticks and inventing football. Might help avoid some conflicts here or there, you’d definitely become a hero. That and bikes.

I think I’d have a pretty good understanding of how a toaster works.. now how do I explain it in renaissance era Italian?

Walls are our masters and we must not anger them

It’s strange to think most people don’t understand how those things work.

RIP Kolbein Falkeid who wrote the lyrics in this song. Passed away today, sunday 2021-06-27.

He could’ve explained a toilet, they had seen pipes before

I think explaining mechanisms and theory is probably the easier bit to me. Building a prototype of any modern technology in the medieval era, however...

Time travelers, beware to be declared a witch and reenact the scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

This is seriously telling about a problem with the current generation. Taking things for granted that the previous generation developed. Fewer and fewer comprehend how critical things work beyond the idea of plugging it into the proverbial wall. We're slaves to our ignorance. Our grandparents could at least stoke the old wood stove in a pinch and feed themselves if "the Wall" failed.

It's a black November The ocean crushes towards the beach A wrecked dream from a summer green land But I still do remember beautiful Mary McKear Far west in Tir n'a Noir Were you dream? Were you made up? Were you skin? Were you blood? I can hear you laugh, I can remember that I laughed! Behind the horizon So withered and smooth Are you mine, My Mary McKear? When my rusty body walkes the hills so tough I can hear someone whispers behind the winters so young **FEMALE SINGER** Come back my friend, from what's real and what hurts Come back again to Tir n'a Noir. Come to skin, come to your mind that distance itself from all that is grey. I will stroke your cheek and make your look become blue Because behind the horizon So withered and smooth I am yours, Your Mary McKear **END OF FEMALE SINGER** **FLUTE SOLO** **MALE SINGER** When the evening comes and I walk onboard. And my life boat gets lowered 6 feet below ground I'll sail west towards the ocean to Mary McKear. To that green Tir n'a Noir. To dream, to cheek and a heaven of comfort Where everything is sane and I hear your voice **FEMALE SINGER** "Horizons don't exist, All you touch must stay, I am yours, Your Mary McKear" **FLUTE SOLO** "Horizons don't exist, All you touch must stay, I am yours, Your Mary McKear" **END OF FEMALE SINGER** **FEMALE SINGER SINGS OPERA LIKE**

Fiction stories where someone goes back in time and kickstarts a technological revolution so frequently fall over because the author doesn't actually know how technology works and what was actually hard about inventing it in the first place.

Det e svart novembar, havet knuse mot strand Ein forliste drøm fra et sommargrønt land. Men eg huske ennå vakre Mary McKear, Longt vest i Tir n'a Noir Va du drøm? Va du te? Va du hud? Va du blod? Eg kan hørra deg le. Eg kan huska eg lo. Bakom horisontar, Så forvitra og glir E du mi, Mi Mary McKear. Når min rustne kropp går i bakkane tungt Hørr'eg nåken hviska bakom vintrane ungt: Kom tebage, venn, ifra kneipar og svir. Kom igjen te Tir n'a Noir. Kom te hud. Kom te sinn ifra alt så e grått. Eg ska stryga ditt kinn, gjera blikket ditt blått. For bak horisontar, Så forvitra og glir E eg di, Di Mary McKear. Så når kvelden komme og eg stilt går ombord, Og min livbåt blir låra i seks fot med jord, Seil' eg vest i havet te Mary McKear i Det grønna Tir n'a Noir. Te drøm og te kinn og ein himmel av trøst Kor allting e sinn og eg hørre di røst: Horisontar fins ikkje. Alt du tar på forblir Eg e di, Di Mary McKear

2mm gang

To all of the "clever than thou" people boasting on this thread: would you first explain to them (and us) how your **time machine** worked? ;-)

Jeg jobber med den nå

hi

2020

vaker sang 😊

Dara and Karl Pilkington should have a chat

My God... he has legs!