Miércoles, 31 de Marzo de 2010

01 GRáDA - All In One Day ~ End Of Story
02 SAMAMIDON - Wild Bill Jones
03 BERT JANSCH - One to a hundred
04 CHRIS WOOD (Pin-Barrel Harp with Robert Jarvis) - Caesar



Presentación del disco del dúo Harvest
(Gustavo Roca y Mariano Anastassiades)


08 THE IMAGINED VILLAGE - Cum on Feel the Noize
09 THE IMAGINED VILLAGE - Scarborough Fair

11 JOANNA NEWSOM - No Provenance
12 ROSA CEDRóN - O Valse Da Tola
13 TUNNG - HIDDEN TRACK

14 JOHN DOWLAND - Lachrimae Tristes

Miércoles, 17 de Marzo de 2010

Día de San Patricio...

01 LIZ CAROLL & JOHN DOYLE - walts & reels
02 BEN LENNON & FRIENDS (04'49) Banks Of The Clyde (Song)
04 DANú - An T-óglach

Fuente de la letra

Is an bhfaca tú m'óig-fhear-sa gabhailt amach
Ar maidin le h-éiri an lae?
Is an bhfaca tú m'óig-fhear-sa gabhailt amach
Ar maidin le fáinne an lae?
A dhá ghéag chanta dar ndóigh ba dheas,
Is a leaca ar dhath na gcaor,
Is go deimhin a bhean ba dheas a ghean
Ar maidin le fáinne an lae?

Raghad-sa chun coille agus fanfad ann seal
Go dtiocfaidh chugham grá mo chléibh.
Raghad-sa chun coille agus fanfad ann seal
Go dtiocfaidh chugham bláth mo shaoil.
Mo rún, mo reacht, mo bhuachaill deas,
Mo chuaille ar feadh mo shaoil,
Is go deimhin a bhean beidh a theacht thar n-ais
Ar maidin mar dhrúcht ón speir.

Chím-se mo mhaoin-sa chugham ag teacht
Ar maidin mar dhrucht ón speir.
Chím-se mo mhaoin-sa chugham ag teacht
Ar maidin mar theidhil ó ngréin.
Mo rún, mo reacht, mo rí-fhear ceart,
Mo dhíon-sa ar feadh mo ré
Is go deimhin a bhean is liom-sa an teacht
Ar maidin mar theidhil ó ngréin.

04 THE CHIEFTAINS (w/Sinead O'Connor)- The Foggy Dew

Más info sobre esta famosa canción.

Fuente de la letra

As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter-tide
In the springing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

And back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro
In my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled
Oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew

05 DERVISH Érin Grá Mo Chroí (Ireland of My Heart)

Fuente de la letra.

in the evening sun
when my daily work was done
i rambled to the seashore for a walk
and i being all alone
i sat down upon this stone
for to gaze upon the seas of New York

(chorus)
oh then erin grá mo chroí
you're the only one for me
you're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold
you're the bright star of the west
the land Saint Patrick blessed
you're the dear little isle so far away

'twas on a cold cold winter's night
with the turf fire burning bright
and the snowflakes falling on a winter day
and i being all alone
i sat down on my own
in the dear little isle so far away

(chorus)

the day that i did part
sure it broke my mother's heart
will i ever see my dear folks anymore?
not until my bones are laid
in the cold and silent grave
in the dear little isle so far away

(chorus)

06 WHELAN, GAVIN - The cliffs of Moher, - spot the Wallop - Paddy's resource
07 MATT MOLLOY - Music of the Seals
08 MOVING HEARTS (1982) - Dark End of the Street - 06 - Downtown
09 SHARON SHANNON - The Bungee Jumpers
10 LUNASA - REDWOOD

11 KEREN ANN - L'ONDE AM+êRE.
12 LAURA GIBSON & ETHAN ROSE - Sun
13 MUM - blow your nose

Miércoles, 10 de Marzo de 2010

01 SOLAS - Tilly's Jig-The Happy Traveler
02 IRISH - DRAíOCHT - Battering Ram, Legacy Jig

El sábado pasado, Mark Linkous (cantante y principal compositor de Sparklehorse) decidió acabar con su vida. Acá hay una referencia a los hechos y acá otra mas...

Sparklehorse siempre sonó en el programa, así que aquí va ol obvio homenaje:
SPARKLEHORSE - Saint Mary
SPARKLEHORSE - See The Light
SPARKLEHORSE - Dog Door

04 KILA - Hebden Bridge

Presentación del nuevo CD de Paula Medrano
http://www.myspace.com/paulamedrano

04 INCREDIBLE STRING BAND (02'09) (1968) 04 The Yellow Snake
05 ROBIN WILLIAMSON - Mad Girl
06 ROBIN WILLIAMSON (03'19) Verses at
07 ROBIN WILLIAMSON (04'06) (1998) Toderoday

08 SLIDE (04'54) 10 The Watchmaker
09 CLANNAD Ort Do
11 MAIRE Ní CHATHASAIGH - the princess royal

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Words and music Robin Williamsson 1978

I learned in school
That I was mad if they were sane, you see
They had to beat me black and blue
They said it hurt them more than me
But I learned who were my enemies
and I learned who were my friends
I learned to read between the lines
When I was 10
IÂ'd do anything to get out of school
Away from the teacherÂ's stick
To shoot streetlamps with my slingshot
Smoke cigarettes and get sick
Steal apples in September
Fight shadows in green June
Or just sit and smell the burning leaves
Of an autumnsÂ's afternoon
Of an autumnsÂ's afternoon

Once I met a mad girl
As she came hopping through the furze
Her clothes all stuck with fluff and stuff
Bearded barley and bristly burrs
and I was high among the branches green
and she, she hadnÂ't seen me there
As she went shuffling with her shadow
and snatching at the air
Wild weeds, wilting
Were twined all in her curls
and I could tell by her mad blue eyes
She was a mad girl
She was thin as any sparrow
Her song it had no tune
Just scuffling through the piney glades
Of a summerÂ's afternoon
Of a summerÂ's afternoon

I came dropping through the branches down
She started round in surprise and fear
I donÂ't know what I had to say
But something I knew she had to hear
She picked up a piece of flint
Drew back her arm and flung it high
Not a bad throw that cut my cheek
Just below the eye
Mad girl, mad girl
Before you ran away
I knew you were as mad as me
and as sane as a summerÂ's day
Mad girl, mad girl
We both were wrong again
You took me for an anemy
and I took you for a friend
I took you for a friend

Toderoday - Robin Williamson lyrics

When I was a little baby, six inches tall,
People were astounded how loud I could bawl.
I jumped up to London all in a single bound,
Over St. Paul’s steeple before I touched the ground.
Toderoday

Now, I had a little greyhound, the sweetest you’ve seen,
I learned her to waltz and sing “God Save the Queen”.
Her tail it was ten yards long, bushy and very wide:
Seven London aldermen all on that tail could ride.
Toderoday

This dog was the finest in the world, and at one time also the fastest.
Until one day, when a terrible thing happened…
As my dog ran round and round and round and round a small back garden, she happened to run over a scythe blade that some fool left lying rusting in the long grass and the nettles.
My poor dog was sliced from end to end like one of those long sandwiches you call a baguette.
Naturally, I was horrified.
But I never lost my presence of mind.
There happened to be a small bottle of white vinegar on the kitchen window sill and I liberally sprinkled both halves of my dog with the white vinegar, then I tied her together again with strips of a tea-towel that my wife had left lying drying on the hedge.
And do you know… that dog was better than ever it was after that, but just for one thing…
In my haste I had tied one pair of legs facing up and one pair of legs facing down.
But now my could run coming and going at once.
And bark at both ends.

I had a little chicken, of her I took care.
I put her in a mussel shell and she hatched me a hare,
The hare became a milk white pony, about eighteen hands high
Anyone with a bigger tale to tell?
Oh dear, what a lie!
Toderoday

Miércoles, 03 de Marzo de 2010

01 PLANXTY (04'55) - First Slip, Herdyman the Fiddler
02 OISIN - The Rambling Soldier

I am a soldier, blythe and gay,
That’s rambled for promotion.
I’ve laid the French and Spaniards low;
Some miles I’ve crossed the ocean.
I’ve travelled England and Ireland, too,
I’ve travelled bonny Scotland through,
I’ve caused some pretty girls to rue,
I’m a roving, rambling soldier.

When I was young and in me prime,
Twelve years I was recruiting
Through England, Ireland, and Scotland too,
Wherever I was suiting.
I led a gay and splendid life,
In every town a different wife;
And seldom was there any strife
With the roving, rambling soldier.

In Woolwich town I courted Jane,
Her sister and her mother;
I mean to say, when I was there,
They were jealous of each other.
Our orders came, I had to start.
I left poor Jane with a broken heart.
Then straight to Colchester did depart,
The roving, rambling soldier.

With the blooming lasses in each town,
No man was ever bolder;
I thought that I was doing right,
As the king did want young soldiers.
I told them tales of fond delight,
I kept recruiting day and night,
And when I had made all things right,
Off went the rambling soldier.

The king permission granted me
To range the country over,
From Colchester to Liverpool,
From Plymouth down to Dover.
And in whatever town I went,
To court all damsels I was bent,
And to marry none was my intent,
But live a rambling soldier.

And now the wars are at an end,
I’m not ashamed to mention
The king has given me discharge,
And granted me a pension.
No doubt some lasses will me blame,
But never once they can me shame,
And if you want to know my name,
Just call me the rambling soldier.

03 FLOOK! The History Man

04 THE BULLY WEE BAND (1976) The Jolly Beggar - The Meadow

There was a jolly beggarman
Came tripping o'er the plain
He came unto a farmer's door
A lodging for to gain
The farmer's daughter she came down
And viewed him cheek and chin
She says "He is a handsome man
I pray you take him in"

We'll go no more a roving
A roving in the night
We'll go no more a roving
Let the moon shine so bright
We'll go no more a roving

He would not lie within the barn
Nor yet within the byre
But he would in the corner lie
Down by the kitchen fire
O then the beggar's bed was made
Of good clean sheets and hay
And down beside the kitchen fire
The jolly beggar lay

We'll go no more a roving
A roving in the night
We'll go no more a roving
Let the moon shine so bright
We'll go no more a roving

The farmer's daughter she got up
To bolt the kitchen door
And there she saw the beggar
Standing naked on the floor
He took the daughter in his arms
And to the bed he ran
Kind sir, she says, be easy now
You'll waken our goodman

We'll go no more a roving
A roving in the night
We'll go no more a roving
Let the moon shine so bright
We'll go no more a roving

Now you are no beggar
You are some gentleman
For you have stolen my maidenhead
And I am quite undone
I am no lord, I am no squire
Of beggars I be one
And beggars they be robbers all
So you're quite undone

We'll go no more a roving
A roving in the night
We'll go no more a roving
Let the moon shine so bright
We'll go no more a roving

05 PLANXTY - P stands for Paddy, I suppose

P stands for Paddy, I suppose
J for my love John,
And the W stands for false William
And Johnny is the fairest man

Johnny is the fairest man, my dear,
Johnny is the fairest man.
And I don't care what anybody says,
But Johnny is the fairest man.

I walked out one May morning
For to take a pleasant walk,
I sat meself down on an old stone wall
To hear two lovers talk.

To hear what they might say, my dear,
For to hear what they might say
So that I might know a little more about love
Before I go away.

P stands for Paddy, I suppose
J for my love John,
And the W stands for false William
And Johnny is the fairest man

"Come and sit you down beside meself,
Over here on the pleasant green,
For it's been three quarters of a year or more
Since together we have been."

"No, I'll not sit by you," says she,
"Not today nor at any other time!
For I hear you love another pretty girl,
And your heart's no longer mine.

Your heart's no longer mine, my dear,
No your heart's no longer mine.
It's been three quarters of a year—no more—
And your heart's no longer mine."

P stands for Paddy, I suppose
J for my love John,
And the W stands for false William
And Johnny is the fairest man

I will climb a tall tall tree
And I'll rob the wild bird's nest.
Then I'll come down with what I find there
To the arms that I like best.

To the arms that I like best, my dear,
To the arms that I like best.
Yes, I'll climb right down and run straight home
To the arms that I like best.

P stands for Paddy, I suppose
J for my love John,
And the W stands for false William
And Johnny is the fairest man

Johnny is the fairest man, my dear,
Johnny is the fairest man—
And now I know a little more about love
Before I travel on.

06 DERVISH - Man of Aran

07 MACMURROUGH (04'33) (1974) A Maid Who Sold Her Barley

It's cold and raw the north winds blow
Black in the morning early
When all the hills were covered with snow,
Oh then it was winter fairly,
As I riding was riding o'er the moor,
I met a farmer's daughter,
Her cherry cheeks and sloe black eyes,
They caused my heart to falter.

I bowed my bonnet very low
To let her know my meaning.
She answered with a courteous smile,
Her looks they were engaging.
"Where are you bound my pretty maid,
It's now in the morning early."
The answer that she made to me,
"Kind sir to sell me barley."

"Now twenty guineas I've in my purse,
And twenty more that's yearly,
You need not go to the market town,
For I'll buy all your barley.
If twenty gunieas would gain the heart
Of the maid I love so dearly,
All for to tarry with me one night,
And go home in the morning early."

As I was riding o'er the moor
The very evening after,
It was my fortune for to meet
The farmer's only daughter.
Although the weather being cold and raw,
With her I thought to parley.
This answer then she made to me,
"Kind sir I've sold me barley."

08 THE UNTHANKS (08'43) (2009) Here's The Tender Coming

Here's the tender coming, pressing all the men;
Oh dear hinny, what shall we do then?
Here's the tender coming, off at Shield's Bar,
Here's the tender coming, full of men of war.

Hide thee, canny Geordie, hide thyself away;
Hide thee till the tender makes for Druid's Bay.
If they take thee, Geordie, who's to win our bread?
Me and little Jackie better off be dead.

Here's the tender coming, stealing off my dear;
Oh dear hinny, they'l ship you out of here.
They will ship you foreign, that is what it means;
Here's the tender coming, full of red marines.

Hey, bonny lassie. let's go to the Lawe,
See the tender lying, off at Shield's Bar,
With her colours flying, anchor at her bow.
They took my bonny laddie, best of all the crew.

09 TUNNG (03'42) with whiskey
10 MUM - if i were a fish
11 GORKY'S ZYGOTIC MYNCI - Face Like Summer
12 SHUGO TOKUMARU (03'04) Amayadori
13 SOY UN CABALLO - au ralenti
14 ADEM (2006) 03 x is for kisses

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