Music
Posted by inthesenewtimes on January 18, 2008
October Winds (Castle of Dromore)
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The October winds lament around the Castle of Dromore
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Yet peace is in her lofty halls, my loving treasure store
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Though autumn leaves may droop and die, a bud of spring are you6m 4 5 1 6m
Sing hushabye loo, lul loo, low lan
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Sing Hushabye loo, lul looBring no ill wind to him nor us, my helpless babe and me
Dread spirits all of black water, Clan Owen’s wild banshee
And Holy Mary pitying us in Heaven for grace doth sueTake time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dromore
Take heed, young eaglet, ’till thy wings are feathered, fit to soar
A little rest and then the world is full of work to do
Canan nan Gaidheal
Ladainha (Procession of penitents)
Valha-me, Nossa Senhora,
Mãe de Deus Nosso Senhor.
já fui homem, fui menino,
mas é sempre a mesma dor.
Fui sozinho, até agora,
Nenhum bem, nenhum valor.
Perdoe, Nossa Senhora,
Não vivo mais nessa dor
Já juntei a minha gente,
gente boa pra plantar.
Gente de paz, mas valente,
Se tem luta, vai lutar.
Tenho fé em Jesus Cristo,
Deus de lá e Deus de cá,
Do dono da terra toda
E de quem vive pra plantar.
Perdoe, Nossa Senhora,
Pela terra vou brigar.
Não quero Jesus na guerra,
Depois volto prá rezar.
Essa briga é só da gente,
A gente é que vai ganhar.
Já fui homem, fui menino,
E hoje o que tiver de ser.
Help me, Our Lady,
Mother of our Lord Father,
I was a child, I was a man,
but it is always the same pain.
Until now I was alone,
no woman, no money.
Forgive me Our Lady,
I can live this no more.
I have got some people together,
good tillers of the land.
People of peace but brave.
If there is a fight they will fight.
I believe in Jesus Christ,
God of earth and heaven,
lord of all the land
and of those who live by it.
Forgive me Our Lady.
I’m going to fight for the land.
I don’t want Jesus in this-
I’ll return to pray later.
This fight is just between us
and we will win.
I was a child, I was a man.
Now I am what I must be.
Scheme -1986- Bow out Maggie
Both sides now Joni Mitchell
Ronnie Drew – Viva La Quinte Brigada
Fantastic song by Ivan Lins- written thirty years ago- it’s about today, now. Wake up! For the love of God- Wake up!
Antes Que Seja Tarde!-Before it’s too late!
Click on link to hear song
Antes-Que-Seja-Tarde?trackId=891891&m=0
Com força e com vontade
A felicidade há de se espalhar
Com toda intensidade
[With force and will
happiness must be spread
with great intensity]
Há de molhar o seco
De enxugar os olhos
De iluminar os becos
Antes que seja tarde
Há de assaltar os bares
E retomar as ruas
E visitar os lares
Antes que seja tarde
[We must rain on drought,
we must dry our eyes
illuminate the dead -ends
before it is too late.
we must invade the bars
and retake the streets
and visit the people
before its too late]
Há de rasgar as trevas
E abençoar o dia
E de guardar as pedras
Antes que seja tarde
[We must tear up the darkness
and bless the light
and treasure the stones
before it's too late]
Há de deixar sementes
No mais bendito fruto
Na terra e no ventre
Antes que seja tarde
[We must leave seeds
of the most blessed fruit
in the earth and the womb
before it's too late]
Há de fazer alarde
E libertar os sonhos
Da nossa mocidade
Antes que seja tarde
[We must sing the praises
and liberate the dreams
of our youth
before it's too late]
Há de mudar os homens
Antes que a chama apague
Antes que a fé se acabe
Antes que seja tarde.
[We must change ourselves
before the flame goes out
before our faith is exhausted
before it's too late]
Dirty Old Town. the poques. Lyrics by Ewan McColl
Ballad Of Tom Joad Andy Irvine Lyrics by Woody Guthrie
Follow me up to Carlow
Aguas de Marco with Elis Regina and Tom Jobim
Ronnie Drew Easy and Slow
Hasta Siempre-Comandante Che Guevara
Corries Lochnagar
Johnny Cash The Ballad of Ira Hayes
Johnny Cash San Quentin (Live from prison)
Victor Jara….Alistair Hulett and Jimmy Gregory
Russian folk song “Korobushka” – Mikhail Smirnov and ensemble Barynya
Christy Moore Back Home in Derry written by Bobby Sands MP
Native American-Susan Aglukark-Amazing Grace (Inuit)with pic of the NorthernLights
John McDermott The Minstrel Boy
On this day 3rd May 2009 Pete Seeger’s 90th birthday.
Pete Seeger, Martha Schlamme, & Abraham Stockman – Peat Bog Soldiers
Caminhando e cantando
E seguindo a canção
Somos todos iguais
Braços dados ou não
Nas escolas, nas ruas
Campos, construções
Caminhando e cantando
E seguindo a canção…
Marching, singing, following the song
We are all equal, arms linked or not,
In school, in the streets,
in campuses, construction sites,
Marching, singing, following the song.
Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer…(2x)
Come! Follow on!
He who knows doesn’t wait.
He who knows, does what must be done.
Pelos campos há fome
Em grandes plantações
Pelas ruas marchando
Indecisos cordões
Ainda fazem da flor
Seu mais forte refrão
E acreditam nas flores
Vencendo o canhão…
In the country, hunger in the great plantations,
In the cities, indecisive marchers file by.
Still, they make the flower their greatest emblem.
And believe in flowers defeating the gun
Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer…(2x)
Come! Follow on!
He who knows doesn’t wait.
He who knows, does what must be done.
Há soldados armados
Amados ou não
Quase todos perdidos
De armas na mão
Nos quartéis lhes ensinam
Uma antiga lição:
De morrer pela pátria
E viver sem razão…
Armed soldiers, loved or not,
Almost all lost
with their guns in their hands.
In the barracks they teach an old refrain,
Die for your country, live in vain.
Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer…(2x)
Come! Follow on!
He who knows doesn’t wait.
He who knows, does what must be done.
Nas escolas, nas ruas
Campos, construções
Somos todos soldados
Armados ou não
Caminhando e cantando
E seguindo a canção
Somos todos iguais
Braços dados ou não…
In schools, in the streets,
in campuses, construction sites,
We are all soldiers, armed or not,
marching, singing, following the song,
We are all equal, arms linked or not.
Os amores na mente
As flores no chão
A certeza na frente
A história na mão
Caminhando e cantando
E seguindo a canção
Aprendendo e ensinando
Uma nova lição…
Our loves in our thoughts,
flowers on the ground,
certainty on our brows,
history on our hands.
Marching, singing, following the song,
learning and teaching a new lesson.
Vem, vamos embora
Que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora
Não espera acontecer…(4x)
Come! Follow on!
He who knows doesn’t wait.
He who knows, does what must be done.
Spanish Lyrics to Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Cultivo una rosa blanca
En julio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera in English
I am a truthful man
From where the palm tree grows
And before dying I want
To let out the verses of my soul
My verse is light green
And it is flaming red
My verse is a wounded stag
Who seeks refuge on the mountain
I grow a white rose
In July just as in January
For the honest friend
Who gives me his open hand
With the poor people of the earth
I want to cast my lot
The brook of the mountains
Gives me more pleasure than the sea
Persons Unknown., Poison Girls
Anarchist punk song. The video overplays the ideas behind the song.
Lyrics to Persons Unknown :
This is a message to persons unknown
Persons in hiding. Persons unknown
Survival in silence
Isn’t good enough no more
Keeping your mouth shut head in the sand
Terrorists and saboteurs
Each and every one of us
Hiding in shadows persons unknown
Hey there Mr. Average
You don’t exist you never did
Hiding in shadows persons unknown
Habits of hiding
Soon will be the death of us
Dying in secret from poisons unknown
This is a message to persons unknown
Strangers and passers-by
Persons unknown
Turning a blind eye
Hope to go unrecognized
Keeping your secrets persons unknown
Housewives and prostitutes
Plumbers in boiler suits
Truants in coffee bars
Who think you’re alone
Big men on building sites
Sick men in dressing gowns
Agents in motor cars
Who never go home
Women in factories
One parent families
Women in purdah
Persons unknown
Wild girls and criminals
Rotting in prison cells
Patients in corridors
Persons unknown
Statistics on balance sheets
Numbered and rubberstamped
Blind and invisible
You’re lost in your homes
Liggers and layabouts
Lovers on roundabouts
Wake up in the morning
Persons unknown
Accountants in nylon shirts
Feminists in floral skirts
Nurses for when it hurts
Persons unknown
Astronauts and celibates
Deejays and hypocrites
Liars and lunatics
Persons unknown
Hopefuls on football pools
Teachers in empty schools
Kids into heroin not yet full grown
Typists and usherettes
Black men who can’t forget
The lonely who long for
Persons unknown
Closet idealists
Baldheaded realists
Rastas and bikers
The voice on the phone
Pimps and economists
Royalty and communists
Rioters and pacifists
Persons unknown
Visionaries with coloured hair
Leather boys who just don’t care
Garter girls with time to spare
Persons unknown
Judges with prejudice
Dissidents and anarchists
Policemen deal dirty tricks
To persons unknown
Strikers and pickets
Collectors of tickets
Radical architects
The queen on her throne
Soldiers in uniform
Sailors and stevedores
Beggars and bankers
Perjurers and men of law
Persons unknown
Football crowd hooligans
Bunking off school again
Workers down tools again
United’s at home
Smokers with heart disease
Cleaners of lavatories
The old with their memories
Persons unknown
Flesh and blood are who we are
Flesh and blood are what we are
Flesh and blood are who we are
Our cover is blown…
[ Persons Unknown Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti (with lyrics below video)
Father, yes I am a prisoner
Fear not to relay my crime
The crime is loving the forsaken
Only silence is shame.
And now I’ll tell you what’s against us
An art that’s lived for centuries
Go through the years and you will find
What’s blackened all of history
Against us is the law
With its immensity of strength and power
Against us is the law!
Police know how to make a man
A guilty or an innocent
Against us is the power of police!
The shameless lies that men have told
Will ever more paid in gold
Against us is the power of the gold!
Against us is the racial hatred
And the simple fact that we’re poor.
My father dear, I am a prisoner
Don’t be ashamed to tell my crime
The crime of love and brotherhood
And only silence is shame.
With me I have my love, my innocence,
The workers and the poor
For all of this I’m safe and strong
And hope is mine
Rebellion, revolution, don’t need dollars
They need this instead
Imagination, suffering, light and love
And care for every human being
You never steal, you never kill
You are a part of strength and life
The revolution goes from man to man
And heart to heart
And I sense when I look at the stars
That we are children of life
Death is small.
Nkosi skelel iAfrica
The Ballad of John Maclean by Matt Mcginn
The John Maclean March written by Hamish Henderson
Mavis Stapes “Keep your eyes on the prize”
Bruce Springsteen and the Seegers Sessions Band- Jacob’s Ladder
Martin Cunningham Roisin Dubh
Shenandoah – Sissel – Chief Shenandoah – Native American
Paul Robeson ol man river
Makem/Clancy Rainbow Race
Dubliners. Band played Waltzing Matilda By Eric Bogle
P.J. Murrihy – Many Young Men Of Twenty
Chad Mitchell trio: Johnny I hardly knew ye
UB40 – Higher ground ( Subtitulado al Español )
