¤ Lisa Hannigan
Lisa Margaret Hannigan (born 12 February 1981) is an Irish singer, songwriter, and musician. She began her musical career as a member of Damien Rice‘s band. Since beginning her solo career in 2007 she has released two albums: Sea Sew (2008) and Passenger (2011).
↓ ‘What’ll I Do’
What’ll I do without you around,
my words wont pun, my pennies won’t pound,
oh and my frisbee flies to the ground,
what’ll I do without you.
What’ll I say without you to talk to,
no one to serve or volley the ball to,
you write the words but I miss the volume,
what’ll I say without you.
Oh I don’t know what to do with myself
now that I’m here and you’re gone.
What’ll I do when you’ve gone away,
my ball wont pin, my records won’t play
and all of my hours limp into days,
what’ll I do without you.
What’ll I do now that you’re gone,
my boat won’t row, my bus doesn’t come,
I have the fingers, you’ve got the thumb,
what’ll I do without you.
Oh I don’t know what to do with myself
now that I’m here and you’re gone.
◊→ ‘Passenger’ ↓ [2012]
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Walking round Chicago, I have smuggled you as cargo, though you are far away unknowing.
By the time we get to Salt Lake I have packed you in my suitcase,
ironed the creases from my own remembering.
She said Bird, why?
We wound our way to Texas where I summoned remote hexes
and I sent them across dust and oceans.
In Phoenix, Arizona I had the notion I might phone you,
but there it lived and died, a notion.
She said Bird, why? I said Bird, why? Oh my satellite, oh my passenger.
We came up on Ohio, I have you chewed on like a biro.
You are a sum I am no closer to deciphering.
We came to Minneapolis, all fizzy blood and twitchy fists.
I buried you in a day of snowing.
She said Bird, why? I said Bird, why? Oh my satellite, oh my passenger…
◊ ‘I don’t know’ ↓
I don’t know what you smoke or countries you been too
If you speak any other languages other than your own, I’d like to meet you
I don’t know if you drive – if you love the ground beneath you
I don’t know if you write letters or you panic on the phone
I’d like to call you all the same, If you want to – I am game
I don’t know if you can swim – if the sea is any draw for you
If your better in the morning or when the sun goes down
I’d like to call you
I don’t know if you can dance – if the thought ever occurred to you
If you eat what you’ve been given or you push it around your plate
I’d like to cook for you all the same
I would want to – I am game
If you walk away, I could keep my head
We could creep away in the dark
Or maybe now we could shoot it down anyway
I don’t know if you read novels or the magazines
If you love the hand that feeds you
I assume that your heart’s been broke
I’d like to know you
You don’t know if I can draw at all
Or what records I am into
If I sleep like a spoon or really at all
Or maybe you would do – Or maybe you would do
If you walk away, I will keep my head
We will feel our way through the dark
Though I don’t know you I think that I would do
I don’t believe at all – At all at all at all
If you walk away, I will keep my head
We will feel our way through the dark
Though I don’t know you I think that I would do
I don’t believe you at all
•→ ‘Ocean and a Rock’ ⇐ [2009]
♦ «Lille» ↓
He went to sea for the day – He wanted to know what to say
When he’s asked what he’d done in the past to someone
That he loves endlessly – Now she’s gone, so is he
I went to war every morning – I lost my way but now I’m following
What you said in my arms – What I read in the charms
That I love durably – Now it’s dead and gone and I am free
I went to sleep for the daytime – I shut my eyes to the sunshine
Turned my head away from the noise
Bruise and drip decay of childish toys
That I loved arguably – All our labouring gone to seed
Went out to play for the evening
We wanted to hold onto the feeling
On the stretch in the sun
And our breathlessness as we run
To the beach endlessly
As the sun creeps up on the sea
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∞· · · with Cormac Curran …→‘Martha’ ⇐ (T. Waits) ⇒[lyrics]
♦ ‘O Sleep’ ↓
O Sleep, come for me, I will go quietly,
where the roof doesn’t leak in my heart.
O Sleep, come for me, I’m a boat, sprung a leak,
I’ll hide and you’ll seek a new start
for me ‘till dawn, I’ll be too gone to care how grey the day is.
The dreams that it chases away, they stay asleep.
O Sleep, come for me, I will go willingly,
like a leaf from a tree in October.
O Sleep, come for me, I wait hopefully.
I was drunk on a dream, now I’m sober.
From now until dawn, it can’t be too long for me,
I count the hours
‘til I sleep with your feet by my feet,
your breath on my cheek, asleep.
∇ ‘Ora’ ⇓ [«At Swim»_2016]
I was adrift and Caught in the ropes
Under a pinhole sky – Blowing off course
Bleach me to silver Under the moon
Pulling the water round – And me to you
I’m going home – I’m going home
Won’t you come with me? Won’t you come with me?
You’ll be the boat and I’ll be the sea
Won’t you come with me? Won’t you come with me?
♦ ◊ ♦ NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert ⇓
Set List ↑ (click for lyrics)→ «Knots» + «Little Bird» + «Passenger»
Hang the rich and spare the young
Who drain the spirits from the jars
Hop the fences, steal the cars
Run on fumes and from the law
And burn for us right through the fall
Harbour ladies call your name
Brush your hair like it could be tamed
Hitch their dresses past the knees
Spill them to the floor like keys
They swing the bridges one and all
And burn for us right through the fall
All our running ahead, all our running ahead …
Time will seize the captain’s wheel
A mutiny we’ve come to feel
When where we’re aiming’s gone from view
With everything we thought to do
Oh, the devil won’t have me
I wonder who will, I wonder who will
All our running is a crawl
And burns for us right through the fall
All our running, all our running …
÷ ÷ ÷ ÷
¤ Dolores Keane
Dolores was born on September 26,1953, in Caherlistrane, County Galway, Ireland. She was a founding member of Irish folk group, De Dannan, and appeared on the self-titled debut album Dé Danann, produced by ex-Silly Wizard member Phil Cunningham in 1975. In 1977, Dolores left the group to marry John Faulkner. (Both being multi-instrumentalists, they recorded three albums together.) Dolores plays concertina, flute, whistle, hurdy-gurdy, and bodhrán.
•→ ‘Caledonia’ ⇐
◊ ‘Craigie Hills’ ⇓
It being in the springtime and the small birds they were singing, Down by yon shady harbour I carelessly did stray, The the thrushes they were warbling, The violets they were charming To view fond lovers talking, a while I did delay. She said, my dear don’t leave me all for another season, Though fortune does be pleasing I ‘ll go along with you, I ‘ll forsake friends and relations and bid this Irish nation, And to the bonny Bann banks forever I ‘ll bid adieu. He said, my dear don’t grieve or yet annoy my patience, You know I love you dearly the more I’m going away, I’m going to a foreign nation to purchase a plantation, To comfort us hereafter all in Amerika y. Then after a short while a fortune does be pleasing, T’will cause them for smile at our late going away, We’ll be happy as Queen Victoria, all in her greatest glory, We’ll be drinking wine and porter all in Amerika y. If you were in your bed lying and thinking on dying, The sight of the lovely Bann banks, your sorrow you’d give o’er, Or if were down one hour, down in yon shady bower, Pleasure would surround you, you’d think on death no more. Then fare you well, sweet Cragie Hills, where often times I’ve roved,I never thought my childhood days I ‘d part you any more,
Now we’re sailing on the ocean for honour and promotion,
And the bonny boats are sailing, way down by Doorin shore.
◊ ‘Far away in Australia’ ⇓
Sweetheart I’m bidding you fond farewell, I will be yours some day
I’m bound for a new land my fortune to try, and I’m ready to sail away
Far away in Australia, Soon will fate be kind
And I will be ready to welcome at last the girl I left behind
‘Oh you can’t leave me,’ this poor maiden prayed, ‘I would not let you go’
‘But I must leave you,’ he gently replied but for only a while you know
Far away in Australia, Soon will fate be kind
And I will be ready to welcome the lass, The girl I left behind
Now in success or failure, I will always be true
Proudly each day in a land far away, I’ll be building a home for you
Daily she waits at the old cottage gate, watching the whole day through
Then one day a message from over the sea and I’m hoping these words are true
Far away in Australia, Soon will fate be kind
And I will be ready to welcome the lass, The girl I left behind . . .
◊→ ‘Emigrant Eyes’ ⇐
Oh, Ellis Island was swarming, like a scene from a costume ball
Decked out in the colors of Europe and on fire with the hope of it all
There my father’s own father stood huddled, with the tired and the hungry and scared
Turn of the century pilgrims, bound by the dream that they shared
They were standing in lines just like cattle, poked and sodded and shoved
Some were one desk away from sweet freedom – Some torn from someone they love
Through this sprawling tower of Babel came a young man confused and alone
Determined and bound for America carrying everything that he owned
Sometimes when I look in my grandfather’s emigrant eyes
I see that day reflected and I can’t hold my feelings inside
I see starting with nothing and working hard all of his life
So don’t take it for granted, say grandfather’s emigrant eyes
Now he rocks and stares out the window but his eyes are still just as clear
As the day he sailed through the harbor and came ashore on the island of tears
My grandfather’s days are numbered but I won’t let his memory die
He gave me the gift of this country and the look in his emigrant eyes
Sometimes when I look in my grandfather’s emigrant eyes …
◊→ ‘(My Dear Own) Galway Bay’ ⇓
‘Tis far away I am today from scenes I roamed a boy,
And long ago the hour I know I first saw Illinois;
But time nor tide nor waters wide could wean my heart away,
For ever true it flies to you, my home dear Galway Bay.
Had I youth’s blood and hopeful mood and heart of fire once more,
For all the gold the world might hold I’d never leave your shore,
I’d live content whate’er God sent with neighbours old and gray,
And lay my bones, ‘neath churchyard stones, beside you, Galway Bay.
The blessings of a poor old man be with you night and day,
The blessing of a lonely man whose heart will soon be clay;
‘Tis all the Heaven I’ll ask of God upon my dying day,
My soul to soar for ever more above you, Galway Bay.
♣ with Emmylou Harris & Mary Black ⇒ ‘Sonny’ ⇔ [lyrics] ⇐
∞ ‘Slieve Galleon Braes’ ⇓ [with John Faulkner]
As I was walkin’ one morning all in the month of May
To view all your valleys and mountains so gay,
I was thinking on the flowers all going to decay
That bloom around ye, bonny, bonny Slieve Galleon Braes.
I walk in the morning with my dog and my gun,
I like to go roaming for joy and for fun,
But those days, they are all over and I am far away
So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slieve Galleon Braes.
How oft in the evening and the sun in the west
I walked hand in hand with the one I love best
But the hopes of youth are vanished and now I’m far away
So farewell unto you bonny bonny Slieve Galleon Braes
It’s not for the want of employment at home
That causes the son of ould Ireland to roam,
But those tyrannising landlords, they would not let us stay
So farewell unto you bonny, bonny, Slieve Galleon Braes.
The rates were getting higher and we could no longer stay
So farewell unto to you bonny bonny Slieve Galleon Braes
∇ Ho Ro Haradala (Scottish Mouth Music) ⇓
Ho Ro Haradala – Ho Ro Haradala
Ho Ro Haradala – Hindye Handan . . .
dance to your shadow when it’s good to be livin’ lad
dance to your shadow when there’s nothin better near ye . . .
Ho Ro Haradala – Ho Ro Haradala
Ho Ro Haradala – Hindye Handan . . .
hin hin haradala – hin hin haradala
hin hin haradala – hin haradala ho . . .
there are tunes in the river – otter pools in the river
water pools in the river and the river calls him . . .
hin hin haradala – hin hin haradala
hin hin haradala – hin haradala ho
there are tunes in the river – otter pools in the river
water pools in the river and the river calls him . . .
hin hin haradala – hin hin haradala
hin hin haradala – hin haradala ho
Ho Ro Haradala – Ho Ro Haradala
Ho Ro Haradala – Hindye Handan . . .
dance to your shadow when it’s good to be livin’ lad
dance to your shadow when there’s nothin better near ye . . .
Ho Ro Haradala – Ho Ro Haradala
Ho Ro Haradala – Hindye Handan . . .
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