Miércoles, 23 de Septiembre de 2009

01 FLOOK (05'13) (2006) Souter Creek
02 DERVISH (05'29) (2007) gypsies tramps and theives
03 DANú (04'03) (2003) Peg and Awl
04 ROBIN WILLIAMSON (06'47) (2008) Wild Horses
05 LúNASA (03'37) Black River
06 ANIMAL COLLECTIVE (03'54) (2005) I remember when we learn to dive

07 CHRISTY MOORE (04'29) gortatagort - La historia de la canción, tomada de acá

A nice story about a song and a farm -- by John Spillane.

I wrote a song called GORTATAGORT (THE FARM), about the farm where my mother comes from in Bantry, County Cork. I named all the fields in the song and tried to capture the feeling of the place. I spent all my holidays there when I was a boy.

Anyway … Christy Moore, the great Irish folk singer, got on to me and was really into the song, said it moved him deeply, and asked if I would be comfortable with him singing it. Well, I said, it would be a great honour for me and for my family if he sang that song.

Well, I invited Christy to visit the place and we met in the Colomane Bar and went up to visit the farm. We were met by three generations of women and had a lovely visit to the farmhouse. We had high tea. Then Aunty Mary played some tunes on the fiddle -- "The Red River Valley", some Waltzes and a Slide -- then I sang Gortatagort in the kitchen at Gortatagort with the clock ticking away time on the wall. Then Aunty Chrissie cried inconsolably; then Christy Moore sang the Cliffs of Dooneen. Then I took Christy on a walk around the farm and showed him all the places in the song. It was a really lovely day.

Great excitement being in touch with Christy about this song. He really studied it deeply and was living and breathing it, walking around inside in my song. I love it.

This is the third song of mine that Christy Moore has done, the first two being "Johnny Don't Go To Ballincollig" and "Magic Nights in the Lobby Bar".

Happy days in the Hit Factory. Another ball in the back of the net!

Delighted!

John Spillane

I Sing the Fields I sing the Farm
I Sing the House my Mother was Born
In Gortatagort, Colomane
A Green Jewel

Sewn in a Patchwork Quilt of Fields
Between the Mountain and the River
In this Time now, and in Another
Where I ran Free with my Brothers

Through the Long Meadow, the Cnocán Rua,
The Fort Field, the Páirc na Claise,
The New House Field, the Gallán Field,
The Clover Field, the Rushy Field

Where the Red Fuschia weeps in the Hen’s Garden
And the Angels bleed over Bantry Bay

I see the House I see the Yard
I see the Stall I see the Stable
I see the Haggard and the Hen’s garden
I see the Hill I see the Well

I Sing the Spring and the Well water
The Flat field, the Hilly field
The South Ray Grass, the North Ray Grass
The Brake, and the Páircín na hEornan

Where the red fuschia weeps in the Hen’s Garden
And where God goes to sleep in the Hills and Valleys
And the Moon rises over the Haggard
And Peace descends on Gortatagort
And the Angels bleed over Bantry Bay

Ah saddle up the old Gray Mare
Tim Big Danny, and Jackie Timmy
Are going to ride across the Mountains to Puck Fair

I Sing the Fields I sing the Farm
I Sing the House my Mother was Born
In Gortatagort, Colomane

A GREEN JEWEL.

08 JONI MITCHELL (06'01) (1976) Amelia - Canción inspirada en Amelia Earhart (wikipedia)

I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens
It was the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

The drone of flying engines
Is a song so wild and blue
It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
Of picture-post-card-charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

People will tell you where theyve gone
Theyll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Others just come to harm
Oh amelia, it was just a false alarm

I wish that he was here tonight
Its so hard to obey
His sad request of me to kindly stay away
So this is how I hide the hurt
As the road leads cursed and charmed
I tell amelia, it was just a false alarm

A ghost of aviation
She was swallowed by the sky
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
Like icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

Maybe Ive never really loved
I guess that is the truth
Ive spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
And looking down on everything
I crashed into his arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm

I pulled into the cactus tree motel
To shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
Dreams, amelia, dreams and false alarms

09 MARTIN AND JESSICA RUBY SIMPSOM (04'50) (1994) Icarus

10 SOLAS (03'21) (1996) The newry highwayman

In Newry town, I was bred and born,
In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.
I served me time at the saddling trade,
I always was a roving blade.

At seventeen I took a wife,
I loved her dearer than I loved me life;
And so to keep her both fine and gay
I went out robbing on the King's highway.

I never robbed a poor man yet,
Nor lately caused anyone to fret.
But I robbed lords and ladies fine
I carried the gold unto me heart's delight.

I robbed Lord Golding I do declare,
And Lady Mansel, up in Grosvenor Square;
I closed the shutters and bid them good night.
I carried the gold unto me heart's delight.

To Covent Garden I made my way,
With me dear wife for to see the play;
Lord Fielding's gang they did me pursue,
And I was taken by that cursed crew.

My father cried, "Now, my darling son."
My wife she cried, "Now, I am undone."
My mother tore her white locks and cried,
"It's in the cradle I should have died."

When I am dead, I want for my grave
A flashy funeral pray let me have;
Six highwaymen for to carry me.
Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty.

11 TANNAS O ho na Ribeannan + Sean Trubhais + Faca tu an T-Sabhai
12 SLIDE (03'25) Strut To Spanish Point
13 SOLAS (03'36) (1998) My Parents Reared Me Tenderly
14 KAREN MATHESON (04'26) (2005) Gleann Baile Chaoil