Miércoles, 23 de Diciembre de 2009

El programa de hoy, dedicado a mi gran amigo Seamus (de Sheffield, Inglaterra) y a su hermoza familia. Nos conocimos 1998, en Co.Donegal en un hostel llamado Corcreggan Mill. Desde ese entonces nos vimos realmente muy pocas veces mas (una?) en Buenos Aires, pero siempre estamos en contacto vía email. Seamus, todo el tiempo me manda CDs. En estos tiempos, en los que el Euro está tan caro para nosotros en Argentina, su aporte es INVALORABLE para el programa (y para mi principalmente!) GRACIAS SEAMUS !!!

La música de hoy, es una selección de algunas de las cosas que él me envió en todos estos años...

01 LAU (14'41) (2008) The Long Set
02 PENTANGLE (06'41) (1969) Hunting Song

03 KRIS DREVER (04'04) (2006) Braw Sailin' on the Sea
04 NORTH CREGG (04'08) (2003) The Recruited Collier

What's the matter with you, me lass, and where's your dashing Jimmy?"
"Them soldier boys have picked him up and taken him far from me
Last pay-day he went into town and them red-coated fellows,
Enticed him in and made him drunk, and he'd better gone to the gallows.

The very sight of his cockade, it sets us all a-cryin', And me, I nearly fainted twice - I thought that I was dyin'
Me father said he'd pay the smart and he'd run for the Golden Guinea,
But the sergeant swore he'd kissed the book, so now they've got young Jimmy.

When Jimmy talks about the wars, it's worse than death to hear him.
I must go out and hide me tears, because I cannot bear him.
A Brigadier or a Grenadier he says they're sure to make him,
So now he jibes and cracks his jokes and bids me not forsake him.

As I walked o'er yon stubbled field - below where runs the seam,
I think on Jimmy hewing there, but it was all a dream.
He hewed the very coils we burn, so when this fire I'm leetin',
To think the lumps was in his hands - it sets me heart a-beating'.

So break me heart and then it's o'er, oh break me heart, me dearie,
As I lie in this cold, cold bed, of a single life I'm weary."

VIDEO: un clásico interpretado por los North Cregg...

05 CHRISTY MOORE (04'29) (2009) gortatagort

06 KEVIN BURKE (03'38) (1978) Caisleán Na Nór-Bobby Casey's Hornpipe
07 SETH LAKEMAN (03'15) (2006) Band of Gold
08 THE IMAGINED VILLAGE (04'53) (2007) Cold Hailey, Rainy Night [EP Remix by Stabilizer]

09 UNTHANKS (04'05) (2009) The Testimony Of Patience Kershaw

Acá hay un artículo (en Inglés) sobre la historia de esta canción.
Esta versión de la letra la tomé del EXELENTE sitio The Mudcat Café

(Frank Higgins)

It's good of you to ask me, Sir, to tell you how I spend my days
Down in a coal black tunnel, Sir, I hurry corves to earn my pay.
The corves are full of coal, kind Sir, I push them with my hands and head.
It isn't lady-like, but Sir, you've got to earn your daily bread.

I push them with my hands and head, and so my hair gets worn away.
You see this baldy patch I've got, it shames me like I just can't say.
A lady's hands are lily white, but mine are full of cuts and segs.
And since I'm pushing all the time, I've got great big muscles on my legs.

I try to be respectable, but sir, the shame, God save my soul.
I work with naked, sweating men who curse and swear and hew the coal.
The sights, the sounds, the smells, kind Sir, not even God could know my pain.
I say my prayers, but what's the use? Tomorrow will be just the same.

Now, sometimes, Sir, I don't feel well, my stomach's sick, my head it aches.
I've got to hurry best I can. My knees are weak, my back near breaks.
And then I'm slow, and then I'm scared these naked men will batter me.
But they're not to blame, for if I'm slow, their families will starve, you see.

Now all the lads, they laugh at me, and Sir, the mirror tells me why.
Pale and dirty can't look nice. It doesn't matter how hard I try.
Great big muscles on my legs, a baldy patch upon my head.
A lady, Sir? Oh, no, not me! I should've been a boy instead.

I praise your good intentions, Sir, I love your kind and gentle heart
But now it's 1842, and you and I, we're miles apart.
A hundred years and more will pass before we're standing side by side
But please accept my grateful thanks. God bless you Sir, at least you tried.

From the "Generations" CD, by Sally Rogers. This CD has yet another version of the Sojourner Truth speech, along with a number of other powerful songs.
Sally's notes say that the words to this song are derived from a transcript of testimony gathered by the Ashley Mines Committee from 17-yr-old Patience Kershaw in 1842. By then, Patience had worked in the mines for most of her life, the effects of which are clear in this song.... The song was written by Englishman Frank Higgins, whom Sally was unable to locate.
-Joe Offer-

10 THE LARK DESCENDING (04'02) bleary winter

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