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

Miércoles, 24 de Febrero de 2010

01 VALRAVN (04'47) (2007) under bolgen bla

tres versiones de "Hard Times in Old England"

Hard Times of Old England

Come all brother tradesmen that travel along;
Oh, pray come and tell me where the trade is all gone.
Long time I have travelled and cannot find none,
And it's,

Cho: Oh, the hard times of Old England,
 In Old England very hard times.

Provisions you buy at the shop, it is true,
But, if you've no money, there's none there for you.
So, what's a poor man and his family to do?
And it's,

If you go to a shop and you ask for a job,
They will answer you there with a shake and a nod;
So, that's enough to make a man turn out and rob.
And it's,

You will see the poor tradesman a-walking the street
From morning till night, for employment to seek,
And scarcely they've got any shoes to their feet.
And it's,

Our soldiers and sailors have just come from war;
Been fighting for their Queen and their country, 'tis sure
Come home to be starved, better stayed where they were.
And it's,

And now to conclude and to finish my song,
Let us hope that these hard times they will not last long;
I hope soon to have occasion to alter my song.
And it's,

 Oh, the good times of Old England,
 In Old En-ge-land jolly good times.

02 ROBIN WILLIAMSON (03'14) (1998) Hard Times in Old England-Monie Musk
03 STEELEYE SPAN (06'36) (2002) Hard Times Of Old England
04 BILLY BRAGG (05'38) (2008) Hard Times of Old England Retold

HARD TIMES OF OLD ENGLAND RETOLD
As performed by The Imagined Village

1. For five generations, my family have found,
By hooves and by tractor, by hoe and by hand,
But that once they walked the bank's latest demand(?),

CHORUS: Singing, oh, the hard times of old England,
In old England very hard times.

2. Time was, I could sell what I grew in the shop.
Then Tesco's turned up all of that edge(?) to stop.
Now I can't make a living out of my crop.

3. More and more of our village gets sold every day
To folks from the city who are happy to pay
For their holiday cottage to stand empty all day.

4. The Countryside Alliance expects, I suppose,
My support when they're marching to bloody Blair's nose,
But they said not a word when our post office closed.

5. The hedgerows my grandfather tended have gone,
And with them the lapwing and the corncrake's sad song.
I fear I'll be carried off before long.

6. And now to conclude and to finish my song:
Let's hope that these hard times they will not last long,
And I may soon have occasion for to alter my song

LAST CHORUS: And sing, oh, the good times of old England,
In old England very good times.

dos versiones de "Mary and the Soldier"

Mary And The Soldier (traditional)

Come all you lads of high renown
That would hear of a fair young maiden
And she roved out on a summer's day
For to view the soldiers parading
They marched so bold and they looked so gay
Their colours flying and the bands did play
And it caused young Mary for to say
"I'll wed you me my gallant soldier"

She viewed the soldiers on parade
And as they stood at their leisure
And Mary to herself did say:
"At last I've found my treasure
But oh how cruel my parents must be
To banish my true love away from me
Well I'll leave them all and I'll go with thee
My bold undaunted soldier"

"Oh Mary dear, your parents' love
I pray don't be unruly
For when you're in a foreign land,
Believe me you'll rue it surely
Perhaps in battle I might fall
From a shot from an angry cannonball
And you so far from your daddy's hall
Be advised by a gallant soldier."

"Oh I have fifty guineas in bright gold,
Likewise a heart that's bolder
And I'd leave them all and I'll go with you
My bold undaunted soldier
So don't say no but let me go
And I will face the daring foe
And we'll march together to and fro
And I'll wed you, my gallant soldier"

And when he saw her loyalty
And Mary so true-hearted
He said: "My darling, married we'll be
And nothing but death will part us
And when we're in a foreign land
I'll guard you, darling, with my right hand
In hopes that God might stand a friend
To Mary and her gallant soldier"

05 BOB DYLAN - Mary and the Soldier
06 PAUL BRADY & ANDY IRVINE - Mary and the Soldier



07 GORKY'S ZYGOTIC MYNCI - Wizard & The Lizard
08 GORKY'S ZYGOTIC MYNCI - Cirsed, Coined & Crucified
09 GORKY'S ZYGOTIC MYNCI - Gewn Ne Gorffen

10 BROKEN CONSORT - elder lie
11 TORI AMOS (2009) Emmanuel
12 THESE NEW PURITANS (2010) Hologram
13 THE BOOKS (2003) S Is For Evrysing
14 MUM - last shapes of never

Miércoles, 17 de Febrero de 2010

01 SEAMUS EAGAN - THE BROS MCMULLEN - Slip Jigs



02 BJORK - DANCER IN THE DARK - 107 Steps



03 Gustavo Santaolalla - BABEL - Deportation & Iguazu



04 CLANNAD - Harry's Game (no encontré imágenes de la serie original...)



05 DAVID BOWIE - When_the_wind_blows



06 DAVID BOWIE - Underground



07 EMILIE SIMON - the egg



08 ENYA- braveheart theme



09 KAREN O AND THE KIDS - Heads Up



10 KATE BUSH - Wuthering Heights
11 MARK KNOPFLER - Potato Picking

12 NICK CAVE & WARREN ELLIS - What Must Be Done



13 NICK CAVE & WARREN ELLIS - The_Rider_Song



14 PEARL JAM - man of the hour



15 TINDERSTICKS - TROUBLE EVERY DAY



16 SHAWN DAVEY - Jackie's Theme

Sexta Noche Celta en el SUM de la Radio

Miércoles, 10 de Febrero de 2010

01 CAPERCAILLIE - GET OUT II - Dr. MacPhail's Trance
02 KAREN MATHESON (2005) O Mahairi's Tu Mo Mhairi

03 THE FUREY BROTHERS (1977) Clare To Here
04 VINTER - banjo song

05 ALTAN - The Pretty Young Girl
06 ALTAN - Dún Do Shúil

07 JULIE FOWLIS M' fhearann Saidhbhir (My Land Is Rich)
08 LAU (2009) Temple of Fiddles

09 THE INCREDIBLE STRING BAND (1966) Everything's Fine Right Now
10 THE INCREDIBLE STRING BAND (1967) Painting Box

11 SOLAS - Níl na lá
12 SOLAS - My Dream of You

13 UGARTE ANAIAK + TANYA TAGAQ - half way up the mountain

este es el instrumento percusivo que se escucha en la canción


14 LISA GERMANO (2009) To the Mighty One

Miércoles, 03 de Febrero de 2010

01 JIM MURRAY (2005) An Seanduine
02 LAURA GIBSON (2009) Postures Bent
03 PAUL BRADY (1976) Mary and the Soldier
04 PSAPP (2008) Screws
05 DAVY SPILLANE (1995) Midnight Walker
06 ELIZABETH FRASER (2009) Moses (Spaceland Remix)
07 KING CRIMSON (1969) Moonchild

08 Jeni Melia Full fathom five they father lies - Have you seen but the white lily (R Johnson)
09 NIGEL NORTH - BACH - Suite No. 1 in C Major - Prelude
10 SHIRLEY RUMSEY - Quien te hizo Juan Pastor (Estavan Daza)

11 FRIFOT (04'28) (1996) i denna ljuva sommartid
12 TUNE-YARDS (04'01) (2009) Synonynonym
13 THE RURAL TRADITION Opened with trembling fingers