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
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
2,198,715 views Apr 18, 2012 Something Beautiful is taken from the limited edition DVD package Theology. Recorded in the intimate environs of The Sugar Club.
Lyrics
I wanna make Something beautiful For you and from you To show you To show you I adore you Oh you
And your journey Towards me Which I see And I see All you push through Mad for you And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but you know the soul And you know what makes it gold You give life through blood Blood, blood Blood, blood Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you ‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you With the Bible, I stole I know you forgave my soul because Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we’re agreed That it should have been free And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace” When there’s no peace They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace, peace” When there’s no peace
Days without number Now can a bride forget her jewels? Or a maid her ornaments? Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number Days without number And in their want Who’ll dress their wounds? Who’ll dress their wounds?
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!
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
2,198,715 views Apr 18, 2012 Something Beautiful is taken from the limited edition DVD package Theology. Recorded in the intimate environs of The Sugar Club.
Lyrics
I wanna make Something beautiful For you and from you To show you To show you I adore you Oh you
And your journey Towards me Which I see And I see All you push through Mad for you And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but you know the soul And you know what makes it gold You give life through blood Blood, blood Blood, blood Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you ‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you With the Bible, I stole I know you forgave my soul because Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we’re agreed That it should have been free And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace” When there’s no peace They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace, peace” When there’s no peace
Days without number Now can a bride forget her jewels? Or a maid her ornaments? Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number Days without number And in their want Who’ll dress their wounds? Who’ll dress their wounds?
2,198,715 views Apr 18, 2012 Something Beautiful is taken from the limited edition DVD package Theology. Recorded in the intimate environs of The Sugar Club.
Lyrics
I wanna make Something beautiful For you and from you To show you To show you I adore you Oh you
And your journey Towards me Which I see And I see All you push through Mad for you And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but you know the soul And you know what makes it gold You give life through blood Blood, blood Blood, blood Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you ‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you With the Bible, I stole I know you forgave my soul because Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we’re agreed That it should have been free And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace” When there’s no peace They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace, peace” When there’s no peace
Days without number Now can a bride forget her jewels? Or a maid her ornaments? Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number Days without number And in their want Who’ll dress their wounds? Who’ll dress their wounds?
Check out the official music video for “Cherry Wine” by Hozier Listen to Cherry Wine here: https://Hozier.lnk.to/HoizerListenID Follow Hozier : https://Hozier.lnk.to/FollowID Hozier Store : https://Hozier.lnk.to/StoreID Proceeds from the single download of Cherry Wine will benefit a series of domestic abuse charities worldwide. Please visit http://www.Hozier.com/cherrywine for more information about this campaign. Cast – Saoirse Ronan, Moe Dunford Director – Dearbhla Walsh Producer – Martina Niland Editor – Una Ni Dhonghaile Director Of Photography – James Mather Treatment – Dearbhla Walsh Prod Designer – Tamara Conboy Make Up Design – Morna Ferguson Hair Stylist – Orla Carroll Costume Designer – Grace Moore Photography – Barry McCall Post Production – Screen Scene Graphics – John O’Riordan Music video by Hozier performing Cherry Wine. (C) 2014 Rubyworks Limited, under exclusive license to Island Records, a division of Universal Music Operations Limited http://vevo.ly/8aSemP#Hozier#CherryWine#Vevo#Indie#VevoOfficial
Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my days on a wire.
It looks ugly, but it’s clean, Oh momma, don’t fuss over me.
The way she tells me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Calls of guilty thrown at me All while she stains The sheets of some other Thrown at me so powerfully Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.
But I want it It’s a crime That she’s not around most of the time.
The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I’m all but washed In the tide of her breathing.
And it’s worth it, it’s divine I have this some of the time.
The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
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
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