01 - Ciorras - Runaway; Farewell to Whalley Range, the Coolinarne - slip Jigs
02 - Session at the Furreys Co Sligo - reels 03 - Session at the Crosskeys Inn Co Antrim - reels 04 - Dervish live at the BBC - Reels from The Thrush in the Storm
05 - Chris Wood - The Little Carpenter 06 - Kris Drever, John McCusker & Roddy Woomble - The poorest company
When the wind feels like the words are breathing in and out of me I'm standing beside you and there's a shadow where a man should be I would be glad enough, if wherever I might be People would remember we're woven in this tapestry
When we steal what we can with a courage to be free And I found where I belong Amongst the poorest company
When the wind feels like the world in useless spinning all round me A country round my shoulders Its flag raised on a gallows tree
I won't let it get me down I know there are people now Who bind together what they do And live their lives like I'd want to
When we steal what we can I take everything I see And I found where I belong Amongst the poorest company
When we steal what we can With a courage to be free And I found where I belong Amongst the poorest company
07 - Fleet Foxes - The Cascades - [2011]
08 - Genesis - After the Ordeal
09 - Gorky's Zygotic Mynci - Wizard & The Lizard
10 - MúM - These Eyes Are Berries
01 - Dervish - Beauties of Autumn- The Beauties of Autumn-An Páistin Fionn - [2004]
02 - The Murphy Beds - Young Emily
03 - Orion - Far off Fields - [1998]
04 - Andy Irvine & Mick Hanly - Johnny Cope (La canción hace referencia a esta batalla)
05 - Emily Portman - Scorching Sun
Twelve bright and blooming flowers, unravelling the hours, stitching against time.
Twelve fine caps. Caps for golden crowns, to keep twelve downy heads from the scorching sun.
Twelve sons rise, to make their cradle cries and the lullabies begin; to soothe twelve tiny kings who kick their feet, against the summer heat, fighting the scorching sun.
Twelve bright and blooming flowers, unravelling the hours, stitching against time.
Twelve fine caps. Caps for golden crowns, to keep twelve downy heads from the scorching sun.
Twelve sons rise, to make their battle cries and no caps or golden crowns, can keep twelve downy heads from leaving their beds and charging every one in to the scorching ...
Son I never thought when I brought you here I'd fear the firing of your gun. That the life I had made, would bring another to his grave. I never thought when I brought you here that I'd witness your short span. A bright and blooming flower, the life of a man.
Twelve lilies white as bone, stitching banners: "Welcome Home". But the darkening hours, don't bring home any flowers.
Twelve hearts unstitched with grief, for time's a vicious thief. Time unravels, time is done, Twelve banners never hung, in the scorching sun.
01 Danú (2010) Clancy's Farewell to Whiskey, An Dro des Petits Bateux (air, an dro)
02 Gjallarhorn - Ramunder - [1997]
03 Lau - The Bird That Winds The Spring - [2012]
04 Califone - Our Kitten Sees Ghosts - [2006]
Durante el verano del 2012, el programa será solo música. Cuando vuelva el otoño, volveremo a hacer el programa en vivo. Las listas de temas seguirán apareciendo aquí, por si a alguien le interesa.
Salud!
Lay your body down upon the midnight snow,
Feel the cold of winter in your hair
Here in a world of your own,
In a casing that's grown
To a children's delight
That arrived overnight.
And here they come to play their magic games
Carving names upon your frozen hand.
Here in a world of your own,
Like a sleeper whose eyes
Sees the pain with surprise
As it smothers your cries
They'll never never know.
Hey there's a Snowman
Hey, Hey what a Snowman
Pray for the Snowman
Ooh, Ooh what a Snowman
They say a snow year's a good year
Filled with the love of all who lie so deep.
Smiling faces tear your body to the ground
Covered red that only we can see.
Here in a ball that they made
From the snow on the ground,
See it rolling away
Wild eyes to the sky
They'll never, never know.
Hey there's a Snowman
Hey what a Snowman
Pray for the Snowman
Ooh, Ooh what a Snowman
They say a snow year's a good year
Filled with the love of all who lie so deep.
Hey there goes the Snowman
Hey there what a Snowman
Hey there lies the Snowman
Hey he was a Snowman
They say a snow year's a good year
Filled with the love of all who lie so deep.
6x6 - from wall to wall Shutters on the windows, no light at all Damp on the floor you got damp on the bed They're trying to get you crazy - get you out of your head They feed you scraps and they feed you lies To lower your defences, no compromise Nothing you can do, they day can be long You mind is working overtime, you body's not too strong
Hold on, hold on They put you in a box so you can't get heard Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life And you face the night alone While the builders of the cages They sleep with bullets, bars and stone They do not see your road to freedom That you build with flesh and bone
They take you out - the light burns your eyes To the talking room - it's not surprise Loaded questions from clean white coats Their eyes are all as hidden as their Hipppcratic Oath They tell you - how to behave, hehave as their guest You want to resist them, you do your best They take you to your limits, they take you beyond For all that they are doing there's no way to respond
Hold on, hold on They put you in a box so you can't get heard Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on, you have gambled with your own life And you face the night alone While the builders of the cages They sleep with bullets, bars and stone They do not see your road to freedom That you build with flesh and bone
Though you may disappear, you're not forgotten here And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
You may disappear, you're not forgotten here And I will say you you, I will do what I can do And I will do what I can do And I will do what I can do
11 PETER GABRIEL - My Head Sounds Like That
The metal jangles as the key turns Unlock the door, wipe my feet clean Oh my head sounds like that
The oil is spitting in the saucepan I squeeze the sponge and let the cat out Oh my head sounds like that Oh my head Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
The water's dripping in the hallway The guy next door, he knocks his wall down Oh my head sounds like that
The knife it scrapes across the burnt brown toast The freight train rumbles past my window Oh my head sounds like that Oh my head Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
Around the axis we all spin To determine what's left out and what's left in What's left out and what's left in What's left out and what's left in Who's left out and who's left in Who's left in
The moments come and go like water I try to hold them but they're fading Oh my head sounds like that Oh my head Oh oh oh
12 STEVE HACKETT- Kim
13 STEVE HACKETT (Richie Havens) - How Can I
The local radio says sorry time to go But I don't sleep too well. Where are those Southern Belles
Tryin to get a telephone line through South Caroline Your call may bring somebody down for miles around I'm watching her eyes again. I won't use no fountain pen.
The lady isn't here. The message wasn't clear. She left an hour ago, screamed from the floor below.
Mother nature never gives in, she wants you to sing But how can I go on just singing this song My car's out of gas again. Hurry home to see my friend
Money won't help you to win a new look at things Loving can bring you down so you fall Then why do you still try to get up at all Your good and bad side showing through Problems are a part of you
You must love someone else or face life by yourself You may expect a call. She's waiting in the hall
See the garden grows and it grows nobody else knows And you can wear just any old thing, the show can begin I'm falling asleep to dream. No more hills to climb it seems
Money won't help you to win a new look at things You never give in So why don't you sing But how can I go on just singing this song My car's out of gas again I'll be home to see my friend
