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Winter Sun
04:31
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Bottle Of Rum
04:43
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Bottle of Rum
My timbers are straining
Like on old ship at sea,
Will it ever stop raining
Down on me,
My sails are weighed down
And my tiller won't steer,
And only one screaming seagull
For company here.
Yo, ho, and a bottle of rum,
Yo, ho, whats done is done.
The sea comes alive Incarnate in man.
It falls and it rises,
And we do what we can.
To ride on the crest
Of that savage wave,
The ocean's my master,
And I am its slave.
Yo, ho, and a bottle of rum,
Yo, ho, whats done is done.
Are you out there?
Something's breaking on the horizon.
Is it you or just another desert island?
Can I land, can I come into your harbour?
Or must I wait for the oceans to be calmer?
Must I stay eternally at sea?
With only one screaming seagull for company..
Yo, ho, and a bottle of rum,
Yo, ho, whats done is done.
Yo, ho, and a bottle of rum,
Yo, ho, whats done is done.
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Take A Look Around With You
They got palm trees in the winter,
Bamboo in the yard,
I don’t know where we’ve been,
But I sure know where we are,
Take a trip out of the city,
To a little coastal town,
Put your feet up,
Put your bags down,
And take a look around.
Sea is grey but the skies are blue,
And the wreckage from the wall falls into the ocean,
Take a turn down a country road,
Where everything is new,
Take a good look around with you.
The sands are waiting for the summer,
The cabana paint peels off,
The wind is whispering its secrets
Through the valleys and the troughs,
There’s no need to hurry
Because time will surely pass,
Little children know sandcastles
Were never meant to last.
Sea is grey but the skies are blue,
And the wreckage from the wall falls into the ocean,
Take a turn down a country road,
Where everything is new,
Take a good look around with you.
The winds will blow and the rain will pour,
Let the water come crashing up to the shore,
Blow sweet wind,
Blow sweet wind,
Blow sweet wind some more…
Sea is grey but the skies are blue,
And the wreckage from the wall falls into the ocean,
Take a turn down a country road,
Where everything is new,
Take a good look around with you.
Take a good look around with you.
With you...
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4. |
Amhrán na Trá Báine
05:04
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Amhrán na Trá Báine
Mo mhíle slán leat, a Éire bhocht nar dheas é an tEarrach fhéin?
Níl an chaint ar obair bhossanaí ná rud ar bith mar é.
Ó seal ag baint na feamainne, ag cur fhataí is ag baint fhéir,
Níl fear ar bith dhá bhoichte acu nach raibh feilm aige dhó féin.
Ó tá caitheamh is cáin ar Éire bhocht a cheapfainn féin n ár chóir,
Tá an fear ag baint na bhfataí ann, tá an bhean ag bleáint na bó,
Ní hé sin féin do Mheiriceá, déan obair nó lig dhó,
Ach má shaothraíonn bean an dollar ann, tá an fear amuigh dhá ól.
Muise, an cuimhneach libh a dheartháireachaí, lá ar fhága mé an Trá Bháin?
Ní bhfuair mé an té a chuir an chomhairle orm, ná a dúirt liom fanacht ann. Níl deartháir agam, níl deirfúir agam is níl mo mháthair beo,
Ach m'athair atá lag lúbach, a Dhia cé'n t-ionadh dhó?
Muise, báthadh Tom is Peadar orm, bhí uaigneas agam ina ndiaidh,
Ó, Micil Bán ba mheasa liom, dá ndeachaigh thrím ariamh,
Ó, deartháir eile a raibh Máirtín air, a báthadh fadó riamh,
Ach scéal cráite an toinn bháite, is í d'fhága mé ina ndiadh.
Ach d'fhága siad an caladh amach ar maidin leas an lá,
Is pébí súile a chonaic iad, níor bheannaigh siad a n-ádh,
Bhí an tae, tobac is siúicre acu, tháinig sé don Trá Bháin,
Tháinig na curachaí ar an duirling, is na maidí don chaisleán.
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5. |
This Is The Sea
06:20
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This Is The Sea (Mike Scott)
These things you keep
You'd better throw them away
You wanna turn your back
On your soulless days
Once you were tethered
And now you are free
Once you were tethered
Well now you are free
That was the river
This is the sea!
Now if you're feelin' weary
If you've been alone too long
Maybe you've been suffering from
A few too many
Plans that have gone wrong
And you're trying to remember
How fine your life used to be
Running around banging your drum
Like it's 1973
Well that was the river
This is the sea!
Now you say you've got trouble
You say you've got pain
You say've got nothing left to believe in
Nothing to hold on to
Nothing to trust
Nothing but chains
You're scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
Scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories…
Well that was the river
This is the sea...
Behold the sea.
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Sea Of Love
02:51
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Come with me my love
To the sea
The sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love you
Do you remember
When we met?
That's the day I knew you were my pet
I want to tell you
How much I love you
Come with me my love
To the sea
The sea of love
I want to tell you
How much I love you
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Fiachna O Braonain Dublin, Ireland
When Fiachna found himself holed up in Paris between 2006 and 2011, he recorded his first solo album Bougainvillea in a one- bedroom apartment near Montmartre… check out the gentle beauty of ‘Ghosts’ or ‘City Of Love’ and pour yourself something sweet for the sailor’s love lament of ‘Bottle Of Rum’. ... more
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