la piu' bella canzone irlandese

Qual'e' la vostra canzone irlandese preferita?
non mi riferisco agli U2 wert ne' cranberries ne' Coors etc.. ma a quelle stupende canzoni classiche che pochi italiani conoscono ma che sono cosi' belle e suggestive...quelle accompagnate dal violino, dalla chitarra, dall'arpa e dalla voce, che in certe canzoni e' un altro e vero strumento, quelle che non fanno unz unz e che quindi a Dublino non si sentono
la mia top 3 sara' banale ma e:
1) Dublin in the rare auld time
2) fields of athenry
3) the wild rover

corriamo nei pub irlandesi, quelli veri, dove ci si siede, si canta e si battono le mani...

Non conosco la prima!
Le altre due mi piacciono, ci aggiungerei anche "Whiskey in the jar"
Bye

[Modificato da =Donegal= 14/06/2005 19.48]

Allora ecco la mia "top three":

Orò Sé Do Bheatha 'Bhaile

Spailpìn Fànach

Arthur McBride

...

Slàinte!

direi...

Fields of Athenry
Rocky Road To Dublin
The Wild Rover
I'm A Man You Don't Meet Every Day

The Raggle Taggle Gypsy, da sempre. Bellissima la versione di Christy moore in Traveller.

There were three old gypsies came to our house door
They came brave and boldy-o
And the one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang a raggle-taggle gypsy-o

It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went
Put on her suit of leather-o
And there was a cry from around the door
She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o

It was late that night when the lord came in
Inquiring for his lady-o
And the servant girl she says to the lord
"She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o"

"Well, saddle for me my milk-white steed
My big horse is not speedy-o
And I will ride till I seek my bride
She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o"

Well, he rode east, and he rode west,
He rode north and south also
Until at last he came to a wide-open field
It was there that he spied his lady-o

"Tell me, how could you leave your goose-feather bed,
Your blankets strewn so comely-o
How could you leave your newly-wedded lord,
All for a raggle-taggle gypsy-o?"

"Well, what care I for my goose-feather bed,
For my blankets strewn so comely-o?
Tonight I lie in a wide-open field
In the arms of a raggle-taggle gypsy-o"

"Tell me, how could you leave your house and your land,
How could you leave your money-o
How could you leave your only wedded lord,
All for a raggle-taggle gypsy-o?"

"Well, what care I for my house and my land,
And what care I for my money-o?
I'd rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsy's lips,
I'm away with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o!"

Una canzone slegata dalla tradizione irlandese e sicuramente non la migliore (sia pur bellissima).

Ma è quella che mi fa sempre venire il magone quando mi capita di ascoltarla


The Boys Are Back In Town
(Thin Lizzy)

Guess who just got back today
Them wild-eyed boys, that'd been away
Haven't changed, had much to say
But man I still think them cats are crazy

They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
Told them you were living downtown
Driving all the old men crazy

The Boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)
(I Said) The boys are back in town
The boys are back in town
The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)
The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)

You know that chic who used to dance a lot?
Every night she'd be on the floor, shaken what she got
Man when I tell you she was cool she was red hot
I mean she was steamin'

And that time over at Johnny's place
When this chic got up and slapped Johnny's face
Man we just fell about the place
What that chic don't wanna know forget 'er

The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)
(I said) The boys are back in town
The boys are back in town
The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)
The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)

Spread the word around
Guess who's back in town

You spread the word around

Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino's bar and grill
The drinks will flow and blood would spill
If the boys wanna fight you better let 'em

That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song
The nights are getting longer, it won't be long,
Won't be long 'til summer comes, now that the boys are here again.

The boys are back in town (the boys are back in town)
The boys are back in town (the boys are back in town)
The boys are back in town (the boys are back in town)
(Spread the word around)
The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)
(The boys are back, the boys are back)

The boys are back in town again

They're hanging out at Dino's

The boys are back in town again



E poi ci aggiungo uno dei più belli anthem punk di tutti i tempi

Undertones - Teenage Kicks

Molly Malone, forse, ma solo perché è la prima che mi insegnarono dei ragazzi irlandesi la prima volta che andai là. Ci sono particolarmente legato.
Ma se devo essere onesto la canzone di origine irlandese che ho più nel cuore è ovviamente di Shane, ed è If I should Fall From the Grace of God.

'Down by the Sally gardens'è emozionante.Come la canta poi Màire Brennan nei Clannad all'interno di 'Clannad in concert' ...da pelle d'oca

Difficile...
The fields of Athenry
The town I loved so well
Dirty old town

fra l'altro...c'è una rarissima versione dei De Sfroos di "I'm a man you don't meet every day" che titola "El buucer l'è finiì"...

Semm in du, semm in tri, el buucer l'è finiì
e dumàn ghe sarù già amò piuù

Ok, si, va bene, lo so, sarà scontatissimo e oserei dire peccaminoso fare una dichiarazione simile, ma la mi canzone irlandese preferita è Danny Boy! (adoro la versione di Eva Cassidy )
tanti ricordi...tante emozioni...

'Teddy o'Neill' cantata da Dolores Keane mi fa venire la pelle d'oca. Poi anche 'The sick note' cantata dai Dubliners...mi ammazzo dalle risate tutte le volte che la ascolto!!

Dear Sir I write this note to you to tell you of my plight
For at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey
And I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today.

Whilst working on the fourteenth floor,some bricks I had to clear
To throw them down from such a height was not a good idea
The foreman wasn't very pleased, the bloody awkward sod
He said I had to cart them down the ladders in my hod.

Now clearing all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below
But in my haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.

And so when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead
I shot up like a rocket till to my dismay I found
That half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well the barrel broke my shoulder, as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with my head
I clung on tightly, numb with shock, from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks, fourteen floors below.

Now when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope, my body racked with pain
When half way down, I met the bloody barrel once again.

The force of this collision, half way up the office block
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty state of shock
Still clinging tightly to the rope I fell towards the ground
And I landed on the broken bricks the barrel scattered round.

I lay there groaning on the ground I thought I'd passed the worst
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel, and then the bottom burst
A shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope
As I lay there bleeding on the ground, I let go the bloody rope.

The barrel then being heavier then started down once more
And landed right across me as I lay upon the floor
It broke three ribs, and my left arm, and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.

[Modificato da appleblue 21/06/2005 21.56]

apple, lo stesso testo (con qualche adattamento) gira per la rete - tradotto in italiano - come un rapporto di incidente con il quale un dipendente ha denunciato un grave e sfortunato infortunio sul lavoro.

Dancing at the disco, bumper to bumber,
Wait a minute, where's me jumper ? ( x5 )
Oh no.
Dancing at the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing at the disco, oh no, oh no, oh no.
Dancing at the disco, go, go, go.
Dancing at the disco, oh no, oh no.
It's alright to say things can only get better,
You haven't lost your brand new sweater.
I know I had it on when I had my tea,
And I'm sure I had it on in the lavatory.

Grandissima! Come me la sono potuta dimenticare?

Altra poesia... seriamente da pelle d'oca!

They dropped the bomb in '45 to end the world war,
No-one had ever seen such a terrible sight before,
The world looked on with eyes wide to see where it might lead,
The politics of power, they passed around to see,
It was a time to remember, we never can forget,
They were playin' Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Russian Roulette.

They arose like the saviours of our modern human race,
With radiation haloes, that hung about their face,
With the key to the sure-cure, the treatment of our ills,
A hot-shot of cobalt, and a pocket-full of pills,
Speaking always of the enemy, who lurked across the sea,
While they crept in among us like a carrier disease.

Deep down inside the bunkers of the concrete and the lead,
Einstein's disciples working steadily ahead,
Making heavy metal power-plants to fire the city lights,
All you can hear in the underground is the humming through the night,
And the walls of tight security, circle all around,
Where they spill out their poison and bury it in the ground.

Holed up in the harbours hidden secretly away,
War-heads and submarines await to make their play,
The military masterminds improve on their design,
The soldiers get all doped up and stumble through the lines,
While the spills into the rivers get carried out by the tide,
They call this security but we're not satisfied.

Our statesmen and leaders and politicians pay,
Quick to heed the hand that feeds, they're careful what they say,
They call out experts to assure us, to wave their magic wands,
This is the power of the future, And the future marches on,
And they call in their favours, all their political gains,
While the spills fill the rivers and settle in the plains.

They've caused the death of millions, that's their stock and trade,
They will be afflicted by the fallout that they've made,
They've sealed their own inevitable doom, it must surely come,
Not even the moons of Jupiter will be far enough away to run,
When this earth that they've assaulted, begins to turn around,
And the unavoidable gravity, sucks them to the ground.

I know the minds behind them, they are riddled full of holes,
Not to be trusted with their hands at the controls,
Their eyesight it is twisted by the glory of their careers,
The heaped praise and flattery is music to their ears,
To listen to them talk about how it hasn't happened,
Yet's like playing Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Russian Roulette.

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Scritto da: fergus 22/06/2005 9.10
Dancing at the disco, bumper to bumber,
Wait a minute, where's me jumper ? ( x5 )

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ma anche

you said dostoevsky was the greatest of them all
in my opinion boniek had better ball control

e anche

you have to say anything you know
that shouldn't take too long
[...]
you talk too much, you talk too much


se andiamo su quei territori mi vengono in mente altre mille canzoni...

"Listen" "When The Stars Fall From The Sky" "At the edge" degli Stiff Little Fingers...
"I don't like Mondays" dei Boomtown Rats...
e altre ancora...


Scot, che è quella canzone che hai postato?

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Scritto da: billingham 22/06/2005 16.26


Scot, che è quella canzone che hai postato?

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Ma Billi.... é "Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian Roulette" dei Moving Hearts!!!
Genuflessione, adorazione e dedizione totale nei confronti di una così bella canzone/poesia del più grande gruppo Irish di rock 'n folk...

La voce pungente di Christy Moore e le esplosive uilleann pipes di Davy Spillane, più tutto il resto. Eccovi un caso di quello che Stanley Kubrick chiamava "uso onanistico della musica"... di sicuro questa pratica non rende ciechi nè fa venire le verruche o le occhiaie, anzi vi fà tanto bene!

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1 - ...Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

2 - ...Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
There's nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer

Iam going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

3 - ...I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

4 - ... I go the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death a thousand times.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands


e 5 - Hey, where did we go
Days when the rains came ?
Down in the hollow
Playing a new game,
Laughing and a-running, hey, hey,
Skipping and a-jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping
And you, my brown-eyed girl

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Scritto da: pedair 22/06/2005 17.12


Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

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ovviamente la cover Rosyana é insuperabile

dillo ped, che volevi farmi venire il magone, specie con le prime tre, e anzi...soprattutto con la terza...

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Scritto da: fergus 22/06/2005 17.15


ovviamente la cover Rosyana é insuperabile

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Ah si... ed io ero pure in prima fila!

io ci metterei anche l'imperdibile cover di "Star Of The County Down" magistralmente eseguita da me con il Pedair alla chitarra

"Near Banbridge town in the County Down one morning last Julaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiy
Down a Boreen green came a sweet coleen and she smiled as she passed me baaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiy"

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Scritto da: fergus 22/06/2005 17.23
io ci metterei anche l'imperdibile cover di "Star Of The County Down" magistralmente eseguita da me con il Pedair alla chitarra

"Near Banbridge town in the County Down one morning last Julaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiy
Down a Boreen green came a sweet coleen and she smiled as she passed me baaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiy"

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Hai ragione Fergus... come dimenticarsene? Un interpretazione da brividi, non riesco più a sentire la versione di Van Morrison senza ritornare con la mente a quei momenti!

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Scritto da: billingham 22/06/2005 17.16
dillo ped, che volevi farmi venire il magone, specie con le prime tre, e anzi...soprattutto con la terza...

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eh lo so billi, il magone in quei casi è inevitabile...
che grandissimo scrittore di canzoni!!
slainte!