Miércoles, 07 de Septiembre de 2011

01 GRYPHON - Kemp's Jig
02 DOLORES KEANE -Thuas Ag Gort an Chornáin
03 DICK GAUGHAN - Revolution

I come like a comet new born
Like the sun that arises at morning
I come like the furious tempest
That follows a thundercloud's warning
I come like the fiery lava
From cloud-covered mountains volcanic
I come like a storm from the north
That the oceans awake to in panic

I come because tyranny planted
My seed in the hot desert sand
I come because masters have kindled
My fury with every command
I come because man cannot murder
The life-giving seed in his veins
I come because liberty cannot
Forever be fettered by chains

I come because tyrants imagine
That mankind is only their throne
I come because peace has been nourished
By bullets and cannon alone
I come because one world is two
And we face one another with rage
I come because guards have been posted
To keep out the hope of the age

From earliest times the oppressed
Have awaked me and called me to lead them
I guided them out of enslavement
And brought them to high roads of freedom
I marched at the head of their legions
And hailed a new world at its birth
And now I shall march with the peoples
Until they unfetter the earth

And you, all you sanctified moneybags
Bandits anointed and crowned
Your counterfeit towers of justice
And ethics will crash to the ground
I'll send my good sword through your hearts
That have drained the world's blood in their lust
Smash all your crowns and your sceptres
And trample them into the dust

I'll rip off your rich purple garments
And tear them to rags and to shreds
Never again will their glitter
Be able to turn people's heads
At last your cold world will be robbed of
It's proud hypocritical glow
For we shall dissolve it as surely
As sunlight dissolves the deep snow

I'll tear down your cobweb morality
Shatter the old chain of lies
Catch all your blackhooded preachers
And choke them as though they were flies
I'll put a quick end to your heavens
Your gods that are deaf to all prayer
Scatter your futile old spirits
And clean up the earth and the air

And though you may choke me and shoot me
And hang me your toil is in vain
No dungeon, no gallows can scare me
Nor will I be frightened by pain
Each time I'll arise from the earth
And break through all your weapons of doom
Until you are finished forever
Until you are dust in the tomb

The text is a poem by Joseph Bovshover and is from 'American Labour Songs of the 19th Century'. I wrote the music for it in (East) Berlin during the 1982 Festival of Political Song.
04 MAIRE NI CHATHASAIGH & CHRIS N  kean o'hara
05 COLLEEN - sun_against_my_eyes

06 DEANTA - Two Days to Go

07 DE DANNAN - Eleanor Rigby
08 DE DANNAN - Hey Jude

09 FAIRPORT CONVENTION - Meet on the Ledge_New
10 RICHARD THOMPSON - I'll Regret It All in the Morning
11 STEELEYE SPAN - One Misty Moisty Morning


12 PINK FLOYD Point Me at the Sky
13 PINK FLOYD Careful With The Axe, Eugene

14 KEVIN BURKE & GED FOLEY - Johnny Todd


Andy Irvine. Nos visita nuevamente en Noviembre de 2011. 
Esta vez junto al multi instrumentista Rens van der Zalm
Por el momento está confirmado BsAs, Bariloche y El Bolsón








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