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Maura O’ Connell – Feet of a Dancer #mcgettigan

Maura O Connell, Feet of a dancer

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Published on Mar 11, 2013

 
 
Feet of a dancer sung by Maura O Connell, Filmed by me in Belfast Opera House.
 
 
Written by Charlie McGettigan ..from County Leitrim,Ireland…

Feet of a Dancer

Maura O’ConnellI

hope you find the feet of a dancer,
I hope you can sing in the rain,
I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain;
It won’t be easy, what can I say,
There will be trouble along the way;
‘Round every corner there’s terror and fear,
Always remember that we’re here.
I hope you find the feet of a dancer,
I hope you can sing in the rain,
I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain;
I hope you find love and affection,
I hope you find someone who cares;
I hope you find all the right directions everywhere,
Everywhere.
A shoulder to cry on whenever you’re alone,
You can rely on us you know;
Nothing too crazy, nothing too dear,
Always remember that we’re here.
I hope you find the feet of a dancer,
I hope you can sing in the rain,
I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain;
I hope you find love and affection,
I hope you find someone who cares;
I hope you find all the right directions everywhere,
Everywhere.

Sometimes when the rain comes pouring down,
When it comes pouring down,
Down on you.
I hope you find the feet of a dancer,
I hope you can sing in the rain,
I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain;
I hope you find love and affection,
I hope you find someone who cares;
I hope you find all the right directions everywhere,
Everywhere.
I hope you find all the right directions everywhere,
Everywhere.

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Charlie Mcgettigan

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Dolores Keane – The Island #lovesong

‘The Island’ by Paul Brady (1985)

County Tyrone native Paul Brady used his song ‘The Island’ to draw some comparisons between the Troubles and the civil war in Lebanon that began in 1975. A pacifistic song highlighting the tragedy of the cycles of violence that Ireland had been experiencing for centuries, it contrasts the peaceful image of a couple making love on an island with acts of terrorism and war.

Lyrics

The Island (Paul Brady)

They say the skies of Lebanon are burning.
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat.
They’re showing pictures on the television.
Women and children dying in the street
And we’re still at it in our own place.
Still trying to reach the future through the past.
Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone…

But Hey! Don’t listen to me!.
This wasn’t meant to be no sad song.
We’ve heard too much of that before.
Right now I only want to be here with you.
Till the morning dew comes falling.
I want to take you to the island.
And trace your footprints in the sand.
And in the evening when the sun goes down
We’ll make love to the sound of the ocean

They’re raising banners over by the markets
Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls
Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday
And teach them dying will lead us into glory…

Now I know us plain folks don’t see all the story.
And I know this peace and love’s just copping out.
And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches.
Is just what being free is all about.
And how this twisted wreckage down on main street.
Will bring us all together in the end.
And we’ll go marching down the road to freedom….
Freedom

Source: LyricFind

The Island lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Danny Boy – Choral Scholars of UCD #mullingar

BELVEDERE HOUSE GARDENS & PARK

Danny Boy – Choral Scholars of University College Dublin

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Choral Scholars of University College Dublin 85.7K subscribers Danny Boy – Choral Scholars of University College Dublin & Desmond Earley (Official Music Video)

From our second album, ‘Perpetual Twilight’ – available to buy and stream on all major music platforms. http://hyperurl.co/PerpetualTwilight Traditional (arr. Desmond Earley) Lyrics by Frederic Weatherly, set to the traditional Irish melody of “Londonderry Air”. Arranged for Choral Scholars of University College Dublin by Desmond Earley. Soloists: Aoife O’Connor & Declan Wildes Directed & Produced by Gavin Coll Website: http://www.choralscholars.ie Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ucdchoralscho… Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/UCDChoral Instagram: @ChoralScholars Score published by Seolta Music https://www.seoltamusic.com/all_score… A Gavin Coll/PassionHouse Production, with November Seven Films. Executive Producer: Desmond Earley Directed by Gavin Coll Director of Photography: Daragh Murphy Associate Producer: Jules Coll Edited by Gavin Coll & Daragh Murphy Costume & Production Designer: Jules Coll Makeup Artists: Amanda Conlon & Charlene Flanagan Colourist: Daragh Murphy Audio Playback by Andrew Farrell Production Coordinator: Lara McDermott Production Assistant: Henry Cahill Continuity Advisor & Vocal Coach: Glenn Murphy Sync Audio: Kevin Whyms BTS Photographer: Emilija Jefremova BTS Videographer: Helio León Record Label: Signum Classics Ensemble Manager: Aoife Perry Vocal Coach: Síle McCarthy-Cannon and Glenn Murphy Conducted by Desmond Earley Produced by Nigel Short Recording Engineer: Andrew Mellor Mixed and Mastered by Andrew Mellor Audio recorded in All Hallows Church, Dublin, Ireland, 2018 Video recorded outdoors in Belvedere House & Gardens, under strict COVID19 protection measures. Our warmest thanks to Stephen Masterson, Mary Bannon, and all of the welcoming staff that allowed us to shoot in this beautiful venue in July 2021. We also thank Elizabeth and Kevin of CaToCa Find Foods for providing catering and excellent hospitality on the day. This video was produced under strict safety protocols from the Government of Ireland and University College Dublin’s Safety Office. Thank you in particular to Peter Coulahan of the Safety Office for his continued guidance. All those not in front of the camera wore masks at all times, with social distancing, hand sanitising, and regular temperature checks in operation throughout the production. ©℗ The Choral Scholars of University College Dublin, 2022 Follow us on Spotify and Apple Music to hear our latest releases with Signum Classics.

Lyrics: Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side, The summer’s gone and all the roses falling, It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow, Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow, It’s I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow, Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny boy I love you so! But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I may well be Ye’ll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say an Ave there for me; And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!

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Saw Doctor’s N17 – Tolu Makay and the RTÉ Concert Orchestra #tullamore #tuam

N17 – Tolu Makay and the RTÉ Concert Orchestra | NYE Countdown | RTÉ One

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N17

The Saw Doctors

Well I didn’t see much future
When I left the Christian brothers school
So I waved it goodbye with a wistful smile
And I left the girls of Tuam
And sometimes when I’m reminiscing
I see the prefabs and my old friends
And I know that they’ll be changed or gone
By the time I get home again

And I wish I was on that N 17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Yes I wish I was on that N 17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams

Well the ould fella left me to Shannon
Was the last time I travelled that road
and as I turned left at Claregalway
I could feel a lump in my throat
As I pictured the thousands of times
That I travelled that well worn track
And I know that things would be different
If I ever decide to go back

And I wish I was on that N 17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Yes I wish I was on that N 17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams

Now as I tumble down highways
Or filthy overcrowded trains
There’s no one to talk to in transit
So I sit there and daydream in vain
And behind all these muddled up problems
Of living on a foreign soil
I can still see the twists and turns on the road
From the square to the town of the tribes

And I wish I was on that N 17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Yes I wish I was on that N 17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams

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