1,248 views Premiered Sep 13, 2024CAST/CREW HER – Jordanne Jones HIM – Jack Gavin DIRECTOR – Edelle Kenny PRODUCER – Órla Morris Toolen DOP – Ignas Laugalis 1ST AC – James Marnell GAFFER – Eoghan Hand BEST BOY – Evan Hayes EDITOR – Annie Walsh COLOURIST – Natalia Witkowska, Element Post/VFX SPECIAL THANKS – Ciara Kirwan, Mick Flood Song by Greg Kearns, Nicole Lyons, Ruairi Forde and Frank O’Flaherty Produced by Alex Borwick
Choral Scholars of University College Dublin 79.7K subscribers Track available on ‘Invisible Stars – Choral Works of Ireland and Scotland’ Released on Signum Records on 11th December 2015 Available to order on Amazon and iTunes Amazon UK and IRL: http://amzn.to/1S3ZcHo Amazon USA: http://amzn.to/20v0dgu iTunes UK: http://apple.co/1kCmN3P iTunes IRL: http://apple.co/1YTSF2o iTunes USA: http://apple.co/1S8nCjl Sheet music: http://www.seoltamusic.com/all_scores… Mark Waters (solo vocal) Desmond Earley (artistic director) UCD Choral Scholars Sound Recording and Production: Kevin Whyms Direction: Matthew Leigh Production: Nodlag Houlihan Recorded and videoed on Sunday 7th April 2013 in Memorial Hall, University College Dublin, Ireland. This video and the arrangement ⓒ & ⓟ Desmond Earley 2013
On Thursday 7th of May, Lisa Hannigan performed a magnificent, uplifting concert for you live from The National Gallery of Ireland. Enjoy this beautiful recording of ‘Undertow’ featuring Loah. You can watch the full live stream on the RTE Player now: bit.ly/2WnneVr Performances from Courage are being broadcast worldwide, free of charge, thanks to the support of the Department of Culture, Heritage and the Gaeltacht, Intel and RTÉ. Lisa Hannigan chose to highlight the work of Women’s Aid Ireland. If you can manage it today, please consider donating to: https://womensaid.ie/donate For more information on Lisa Hannigan check out: https://lisahannigan.ie/ About the National Gallery of Ireland: The National Gallery of Ireland is one of the country’s most popular visitor attractions housing the nation’s collection of European and Irish art from about 1300 to the present day, and an extensive Library & Archive. Entry to the collection is free for all to enjoy, learn and be inspired. Note: National Gallery of Ireland Closure The National Gallery of Ireland is currently closed, but there are countless ways for the public to engage with its national collection during this time. Initiatives include ‘National Gallery at Home’ videos, Work of the Day, Mindfulness and Art, and at-home activities inspired by the national collection. Virtual tours of iconic spaces such as the Shaw Room and the Grand Gallery, as well as recent exhibition Murillo: The Prodigal Son Restored, can also be explored from home. Find out more at http://www.nationalgallery.ie/national-gallery-ireland-at-home
We are deeply saddened to hear of the passing of the legendary Edna O’Brien, a beacon in Irish literature whose voice resonated with truth, courage, and unyielding passion. Her profound contributions to the literary world have left an indelible mark, inspiring generations of writers, poets and readers alike.19h
I sit and wait Does an angel contemplate my fate And do they know The places where we go When we’re grey and old ‘Cause I have been told That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I’m lying in my bed Thoughts running through my head And I feel the love is dead I’m loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection A lot of love and affection Whether I’m right or wrong And down the waterfall Wherever it may take me I know that life won’t break me When I come to call, she won’t forsake me I’m loving angels instead
When I’m feeling weak And my pain walks down a one way street I look above
And I know I’ll always be blessed with love And as the feeling grows She breathes flesh to my bones And when love is dead
I’m loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection A lot of love and affection Whether I’m right or wrong And down the waterfall Wherever it may take me I know that life won’t break me When I come to call, she won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection A lot of love and affection Whether I’m right or wrong And down the waterfall Wherever it may take me I know that life won’t break me When I come to call, she won’t forsake me I’m loving angels instead
You’re feeling nervous, aren’t you, boy? With your quiet voice and impeccable style Don’t ever let them steal your joy And your gentle ways To keep ’em from running wild
They can kick dirt in your face Dress you down, and tell you that your place Is in the middle, when they hate the way you shine
I see you tugging on your shirt Trying to hide inside of it And hide how much it hurts
Let ’em laugh while they can Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends And the joke’s on them
You get discouraged, don’t you, girl? It’s your brother’s world for a while longer We gotta dance with the devil on a river To beat the stream Call it living the dream, call it kicking the ladder
They come to kick dirt in your face To call you weak and then displace you After carrying your baby on your back across the desert I saw your eyes behind your hair And you’re looking tired, but you don’t look scared
Let ’em laugh while they can Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends And the joke’s on them
Let ’em laugh while they can Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends And the joke’s on them
Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill