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The road to God knows where … Brendan O'Brien · Good friends we had and good friends we've lost/Along the way
The road to God knows where ... Brendan O'Brien 
Martina and Timmy, I just love what you have given to this song and for us as viewers to see you enjoying singing it so much – well that is special. The shot of the dog licking at Timmy’s arm … GENIUS! I am glad too that you have believed in this song and have infused it with your own happiness. Brendano you must be well pleased – the pictures and portraits remind us just who this is about! God bless you Sean O’Brien; you would be proud of the family’s accomplishment – the words say it all and the song is a joy.
That’s really kind of you, PapaG … thanks. Yes, I think Sean would be proud. I remember one night in summer 2010 when Timmy and Martina were with Pauline and me in the kitchen and Sean and Clio arrived … we all had a chat and a few songs. Little did we know.
Thanks again for your great contribution, without which the song would never have made it to this stage.
Very good, Brendano. I have heard it three times and find it a moving tribute. Musically it may be better (the guitar sounds great) but your version was also compelling. My favourite part in the clip is when someone, I believe Pauline, places Sean’s photo in the the foreground. Perfect spontaneous touch.
Thanks very much for this, Shermeen.Yes, that’s Pauline … I like that touch too. We’ve had a good reaction to the YouTube clip and we’re all pleased with it. Looking forward to the next one.
Wow! Almost professional.
Thanks, Levent. Yes, not bad for something we recorded in few hours in the kitchen, I think. 🙂