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Dark Dream
04:28
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Raging storm rolling over the ocean.
Bitter winds bring peril to the sea.
Boats are crashed on the rocks too late for warning.
Dark dream.
Fishing boats are no longer able.
There are holes in the hull and in the seams.
Men will cling to whatever will hold them.
Dark dream.
We are women who wait by the shoreline.
We have lost many good men and true.
We are holding our children all the closer.
Calling over the blue.
There are fish in the nets all a plenty.
They are tied up and no longer free.
Oh to cry out unheard in the danger.
Dark dream.
All we have is passing away.
All we have is gone
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2. |
Never Safe
03:47
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We've barricaded up our street and we have locked ourselves in.
There's anger in the air, you hear them rattling the bins.
The rebels they are out there, they are looking for their foe.
It doesn't matter where they are; you're never safe at home.
There's panic in our street, there’s helicopters overhead.
We pushed the fridge against the door and then our double bed.
A rebel’s soul is not his own when he is lashing at your door
And rifles only serve to spill blood upon the floor.
There's trouble up the “Falls” and down the “Sandy Row.”
Each one has their point of view, solutions high and low.
It's all in the education and the culture is to blame.
Wherever we make war, we’ll never see a change.
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3. |
The Human Race
03:48
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What is the matter with the human race
What is it that we cannot face
Why do we wreck the place.
Tell me if you can.
This world is everybody’s home.
Too big for a man alone
This earth is part of every one
So share it while you can.
I couldn’t help
But see the angles come.
I couldn’t help
Their work is never done.
I couldn’t help
I thank them one by one.
I couldn’t help
I thank them while I can.
If only I could be an angel
I could take pain away.
If only I could be an angel
If only, if only.
Some people think they own the ocean.
Some pepole think they own the jungle and the sky.
An’ some people think they can tread on other people’s lives
They think they have that right.
What we do is what we are, what we do is what we are.
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4. |
Our Street
03:35
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When I left Belfast there were soldiers on our street.
I was a young girl with my life in front of me.
Down on the corner, prejudice stood there.
Holding on to dogma, not going anywhere…on our street.
The people who live on our street they can understand
A kind of borderline when they shake your hand.
Down on the corner agitated tribes
Say they want to barter and they offer bribes.
Dog on the chain, chain on the dog.
Chain on the dogma, the dogma chain…on our street.
Another peace pact, another promise to break.
Legalities on paper signed with significant dates.
Down on the corner, we leave a trail of clues
We want some changes here; we want to break from the dogma noose.
Dog on the chain, chain on the dog.
Chain on the dogma ,the dogma chain...on our street.
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5. |
Little Man
02:52
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I’m just a little man with a little head.
I have a little pillow and a little bed.
When I’m a little tired of this little life I lead.
I fold my little hands and I take a little sleep.
I’m just a little man when I wake up to the day.
I’ve a little mouth to feed, I don’t have much to say.
I drive a little car, I’ve a little way to go.
I keep my little head down in a little bureau.
Sometimes I want to be King.
Sometimes I want to be in your dreams.
Sometimes I want to jump so high….Sometimes…
I have a little dream, just like everybody else;
To share some of my life with somebody else.
It’s just a little dream of no consequence to anyone.
I’m just a little man with no special plan.
One day to the next, I do what I can.
I’ll never be King, I’ll never jump so high.
I’m just a little man.
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6. |
Bedlam Boys
06:46
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For to see mad Tom of Bedlam ten thousand miles I’ve travelled.
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes for to save her shoes from gravel.
Get well I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys, bedlam boys are bonny,
They all go bare and they live by the air and they want no drink nor money
I went down to Satan's kitchen to get me food one morning.
There I got souls piping hot all on the spit a turning.
My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries.
To cut mince pies from children's thighs and to feed them to fairies.
The spirits white as lighting would on me travels guide me.
Stars would shake and the moon would quake whenever they espied me.
No gypsy, slut nor doxy shall win my mad Tom from me.
I'll dance all night, with stars I'll fight; the fray shall well become me.
And when I will be murdering the man in the moon to powder.
His staff I will break, his dog I will shake and there'll howl no demon louder.
For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam, ten thousand miles I've travelled.
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes for to save her shoes from gravel.
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7. |
One Octave Jig
02:56
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8. |
Carry Me Away
04:45
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9. |
Yes I can
03:14
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Oh can you wash your daddy’s shirt and hang it on the line?
Oh can you wash your daddy’s shirt and hang it up to dry?
Yes I can, yes I can I can hang it on the line,
For when I stand up on my tip toes, I’m nearly three feet high.
Oh can you scrub your daddy’s boots and scrap off all the mud?
Oh can you scrub your daddy’s boots and wash them in the tub?
Yes I can, yes I can with plenty soap and suds.
They’ll be two fishing boats for me sailing in the tub.
Oh can you kiss your Dad good night and sit upon his knee?
He’s worked so hard to pay the rent, buy jam and bread for tea.
Yes I can, yes I can, I’ll climb up on his knee.
And I’ll sit there like a little bird, singing in a tree.
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Birdies are a cooing, flitting and a flooing
Flying from tree to tree.
They’re looking for a lover, they want an egg to cover
Nature will let it be.
Hearts are filled with pleasure,
Springtime brings its measure,
I know who I love most of all.
He’s funny, he’s gentle
And his ways they drive me mental.
He’s the carpenter from Donegal.
Things are multiplying and they do it without trying,
Even the birds and bees.
While they are a-mating and without hesitating,
He’s woos me with his pleasantries.
One hundred invitations to friends and our relations
Declaring we would married be,
All on the day requested, the beer and wine we tasted
To a banquet and all finery.
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11. |
St. Patrick's Prayer
05:17
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There’s many a moment I long to dwell
In the land I was born in and know so well
It’s trouble enough to lead a life here
Far away from the fighting and friends I hold dear.
There are soldiers in the mountains,
Angels in the sky,
That devil he lives amongst us,
And I don’t know why.
I can hear St. Patrick praying
Beyond the ocean roar,
He’s praying for Ireland for evermore.
REFRAIN
“Say a prayer, say a prayer,
Say a prayer from your heart for Ireland.”
Many sing songs of the brave boys
romanticising dead men’s dreams.
Young men cut down in their prime.
And it’s all for the “Orange” and the” Green.”
Look at the old men clinging to their memories.
They never want to let them go.
I watch the children acting out all their stories.
It makes my blood run cold.
I can hear St. Patrick praying,
Beyond the ocean roar.
He’s praying for Ireland, for evermore.
“Say a prayer, say a prayer,
Say a prayer from your heart for Ireland.”
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12. |
Mouse Skin Shoe
04:11
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13. |
Erin Gra Mo Chroi
04:22
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Oh Erin grá mo chroí, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold
You're the land St. Patrick blessed, you're the bright star of the west
You're that dear little isle so far away
At the setting of the sun, when my long day's work was done
I rambled down the seashore for a walk
And I being all alone I sat down upon a stone
For to gaze upon the scenes of New York
Oh Erin grá mo chroí, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home, it's from you I never will roam
You're my own native land so far away
With the turf fire burning bright on a cold dark winter's night
And the snowflakes falling gently to the ground
When St. Patrick's Day has come, my thoughts will carry me home
To that dear little isle so far away
Oh and Erin grá mo chroí, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
You're the land St. Patrick blessed, you're the bright star of the west
You're that dear little isle so far away
On the day that I did part, well, it broke my mother's heart
Will I ever see my dear ones anymore?
Not until my bones are laid in the cold and silent grave
In my own native land so far away
Oh Erin grá mo chroí, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home, it's from you I never will roam
You're my own native land so far away
You're my own native land so far away
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Gillie Mc Pherson France
Gillie Mc Pherson has been singing for over 40 years.
Born in Belfast, she was influenced by Blues and Irish
Traditional music. She organized folk sessions in Belfast. She then left for London in the 70's where she played Rock, Folk and Jazz. She also presented a serie on BBC channel called "Gillie".
She then moved to France to build a Rock and Blues band, and a traditional folk band.
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