Made the trip home last night from Learpholl last night, and heading to Bundoran Thursday to see the wonderful wild Atlantic and hear the few tunes. Would love to hear a bit of “Smoke and Strong Whiskey”, or “A Pair of Brown Eyes”, if those around floating around the setlist this weather.
Still bashing out the few tunes around Liverpool myself… It’s a wonderful thing to be able to tell all these stories to people interested, and if not least to myself for the great buzz off it.
Hello Christy,
So much creativity here.
Love Easkey’s song.
Rebecca
Christy's reply
“She spent 7 days creating the World the Sun the Moon & the Stars
The Plough The Milky Way then Jupiter & Mars
taking a Bone from her Rib Cage She carved a little man
put him down near Timahoe where the Human Race began”
Hi C great news from the John Spillane Hit Factory his epic folk opera Fíoruise – The Legend of the Lough is on the shortlist for the 68th Annual Grammy Awards in the Global Music category. Best of luck to him, first the RTE Folk Award and now this recognition. I saw him last week in the INEC and it was the first time, as far as I recall, that he sang all four songs that you recorded in a single gig Magic Nights, Ballad of Patrick Murphy, Gortagort & Johnny Don’t Go, among many others as Bearla agus Gaelige. The Hills await, safe travelling all. Beir bua agus beannacht. H
Christy's reply
another ball in the back of the net for Johnny Spillane
[Verse]
The fields are green but the hearts are gray
Whiskey spills where the children play
Old songs echo in the crooked streets
History’s tired it can’t compete
[Chorus]
Ireland’s gone to hell
They say
The devil’s dancing in the bay
But we still fight
We still yell
Even if Ireland’s gone to hell
[Verse 2]
The pubs are full but the soul is bare
Dreams get lost in the smoky air
Church bells ring but no one kneels
We traded faith for spinning wheels
[Prechorus]
Is this the land we loved so much
Or just a ghost we’ll never touch
[Chorus]
Ireland’s gone to hell
They say
The devil’s laughing every day
But we still sing
We still tell
Stories of Ireland gone to hell
[Bridge]
There’s cracks in the castles cracks in the sky
The rain keeps falling but the ground stays dry
We hold on tight to the things we know
Even when the roots refuse to grow
Hi Christy, hope all is well.
Made the trip home last night from Learpholl last night, and heading to Bundoran Thursday to see the wonderful wild Atlantic and hear the few tunes. Would love to hear a bit of “Smoke and Strong Whiskey”, or “A Pair of Brown Eyes”, if those around floating around the setlist this weather.
Still bashing out the few tunes around Liverpool myself… It’s a wonderful thing to be able to tell all these stories to people interested, and if not least to myself for the great buzz off it.
Thanks a million, all the best to ya.
fáilte romhat arais …
Hello Christy,
So much creativity here.
Love Easkey’s song.
Rebecca
“She spent 7 days creating the World the Sun the Moon & the Stars
The Plough The Milky Way then Jupiter & Mars
taking a Bone from her Rib Cage She carved a little man
put him down near Timahoe where the Human Race began”
Hi C great news from the John Spillane Hit Factory his epic folk opera Fíoruise – The Legend of the Lough is on the shortlist for the 68th Annual Grammy Awards in the Global Music category. Best of luck to him, first the RTE Folk Award and now this recognition. I saw him last week in the INEC and it was the first time, as far as I recall, that he sang all four songs that you recorded in a single gig Magic Nights, Ballad of Patrick Murphy, Gortagort & Johnny Don’t Go, among many others as Bearla agus Gaelige. The Hills await, safe travelling all. Beir bua agus beannacht. H
another ball in the back of the net for Johnny Spillane
Great to find your page and read about what you are doing, all the best for the months ahead, it sounds like you are busy and happy 🙏
happy returns Amanda
[Verse]
The fields are green but the hearts are gray
Whiskey spills where the children play
Old songs echo in the crooked streets
History’s tired it can’t compete
[Chorus]
Ireland’s gone to hell
They say
The devil’s dancing in the bay
But we still fight
We still yell
Even if Ireland’s gone to hell
[Verse 2]
The pubs are full but the soul is bare
Dreams get lost in the smoky air
Church bells ring but no one kneels
We traded faith for spinning wheels
[Prechorus]
Is this the land we loved so much
Or just a ghost we’ll never touch
[Chorus]
Ireland’s gone to hell
They say
The devil’s laughing every day
But we still sing
We still tell
Stories of Ireland gone to hell
[Bridge]
There’s cracks in the castles cracks in the sky
The rain keeps falling but the ground stays dry
We hold on tight to the things we know
Even when the roots refuse to grow
Thanks for sharing Martin… lovely hurlin