It is dying. In the land where the sun shines most everyday, it's speakers are left in a sorrowful quintet. These elders sing the words of the near dead language, and hope that with the new dawn brings those who want to continue our people's legacy.

Soon, there will be the memories of those words, sung by our ancestors, and only the sorrowful will be left, resonating in our ears.

I am English, having been born and bred in a county famous for people being born and bred in it.

Lancashire, (or at least that is what it used to be called before a Politician decided it should be renamed) was the North Western county which became Merseyside at a stroke, much to the chagrin of everyone who lived there.

Merseyside is now the large county that lays about the River Mersey, a place so pristine and untainted by air pollution that its residents wake every morning to the sound of the wildlife coughing.

At the heart of Merseyside lies Liverpool, renowned as a busy port prior to it all being dismantled by politicians, and in Liverpool we speak a stunted form of English known throughout the land as Scouse.

Scouse is also the name of a local stew which was commonly eaten on a day to day basis by Liverpool folk. As the fame of this dish spread it so became that people from Liverpool were called "Scousers".

Now, it would seem to me that most Americans think we English all talk the same, but we have accents depending on what part of the country you come from, and Scousers are noted for their peculiar accents, and being a Scouser I am no different.

It is nigh on impossible to convey an accent in writing, but I have on many occasions attempted it, as a brief scan through my back posts will reveal, so I will not tarnish this post with any further examples.

Famous scousers include The Beatles, Clive Barker and Ken Dodd - though the latter may not be so well known overseas.

Scouse - it's a stew, a race of people and an accent, how good is that?

With the mixture of Spanish, Malaysian and a bit of Chinese (i think) when translated from English, one word could be translated to five --- with different meanings. One syllable, can turn into a sentence. I personally am not a good speaker of my native language just because of how hard it is.

Can you guess my roots? :p

My langue to most is choppy a combination of things that don't quite fit together. Some say that English is a difficult language to learn much like the history that went into founding it. Some call it beautiful to the ears as a melody they love to hear. As our culture has killed and destroyed beautiful cultures for money and greed. While their languages go extent. "Land of the brave home of the free"