The Voyage - Christie Moore

The Voyage. Christy Moore

After all the storms we had to endure this year, we may enjoy a bit of travel somewhere a bit quieter !

Après toutes les tempêtes que nous avons essuyées, on aimerait un peu voyager quelque part de plus calme !

Enjoy ! Bonne Ap !

The Green Fields of France

Hi,

Bonjour,


We are going into 2014. We are about to celebrate the centennial of the beginning of the Great war. People from Ireland got involved in the conflict. This song is a reminder :

Nous entrons dans l'année 2014. Nous allons célébrer le centenaire du début de la Grande guerre. Les Irlandais ont pris part au conflit. Cette chanson nous le rappelle :

Here are the lyrics :

Voici les paroles : 

The Green Fields of France

Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride?

Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?

And rest for a while in the warm summer sun,

I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.

I see by your gravestone you were only 19

When you joined the great fallen in 1916,

I hope you died well and I hope you died clean

Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?

Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?

And did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind

In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?

Although, you died back in 1916,

In that faithful heart are you forever 19?

Or are you a stranger without even a name,

Enclosed in forever behind the glass frame,

In an old photograph, torn, battered and stained,

And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?

Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?

And did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

The sun now it shines on the green fields of France;

There’s a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance.

And look how the sun shines from under the clouds

There’s no gas, no barbed wire, there’s no guns firing now.

But here in this graveyard it’s still No Man's Land

The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand

To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.

To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?

Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?

And did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

Ah young Willie McBride, I can’t help wonder why,

Do those that lie here know why did they die?

And did they believe when they answered the cause,

Did they really believe that this war would end wars?

Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,

The killing and dying, were all done in vain.

For Willie McBride, it all happened again,

And again, and again, and again, and again.

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?

Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?

And did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?

Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?

Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?

And did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

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BUTCHER BOY



A lovely song for you to rehearse :



Une super chanson à répéter chez vous :

There was a great film from the song :

Un film est sorti en 1997 :

New York City

Hello friends from the Queens. Hoy que vamos a ir a Nueva York. New York, The Big Apple.
Slàn mes amis du Queens. Heute gehen wir nach New York, la grosse pomme à manger jusqu'au CORE !

I rehearsed this song the whole morning to get it to the core, intonation and all. I think it really describes the mean, hard life in NYC at the same time the very wonderful, magic side of this apple taken from Snowwhite's hands to put you under spell. The day I went there, in the last century, I got struck by a undefinable feeling of magic though unsafe paradise.
I arrived from Virginia to go to Broadway, Manhattan, thru the Tunnel. And I remember I had this witty word : A French in New York (as opposed to An American in Paris)...
 Ok, here is the song : 


J'ai répété cette chanson toute la matinée pour la savoir jusqu'au trognon, les intonations et le reste. Je pense qu'elle décrit fidèlement la vie sauvage et cruelle de New York City ; et dans le même temps le côté magique, prenant, de cette pomme prise dans les mains de Blanche Neige pour que vous tombiez sous son charme. Le jour où j'y suis allé pour la première fois, j'ai été foudroyé par un sentiment indéfinissable de pénétrer dans un paradis magique et complètement incertain.
Le jour où j'y suis allé c'était dans l'autre siècle : j'arrivais de Virginie pour rejoindre des amis à Broadway, Manhattan, par le tunnel. Et, je me rappelle que j'ai sorti ce grand mot d'esprit : A French in New York (en référence à la comédie musicale : Un Américain à Paris)...
Oh, je m'égare... Voilà la chanson :

Here is the garden ! Voilà le jardin ! 

Regardez ce contraste/ Look at this contrast !

Los Ojos Negros


Hi everybody,


 Toda la gente knows this lovely song by the Dubliners.
It's a Spanish song, they sang. I heard it in the Irish pubs.



Salut tout le monde,


 Toda la gente connait cette superbe chanson des Dubliners.
C'est en espagnol qu'ils la chantaient. Je l'ai entendue dans les pubs.

As for me, I love Spanish music. Don't have enough time and enough fingers to play a guitar duet. But it is great. La idioma tambien. El corazon !

En ce qui me concerne, j'adore la musique espagnole. Je n'ai pas assez de temps ni assez de doigts pour faire un duo de guitares. Mais c'est super. La idioma tambien. El corazon !

'Vengo' movie Soundtrack, Tony Gatlif

Musique du film 'Vengo', Tony Gatlif

Some estranio feeligs, that is the spirit from there !

Quelques émotions, c'est ça l'esprit de là-bas !

And look at this fellow como toca la guitarra !

Eh, regarde-le, comment toca la guitarra !

This fellow is Paco de Lucia. C'est Paco de Lucia.

Turf and Waterboys

Bonjour à vous tous,
Hi everybody,

Aujourd'hui, je sens l'arrivée de l'hiver. Moi, j'ai rentré mon bois. Je sais que quand j'habitais en Irlande, j'allais chercher ma tourbe dans le Connemara. J'illustre ça avec ces quelques photos que j'ai prises en Irlande quand j'y habitais :

Hoy, I feel winter coming. As for me, the wood is in the shed. Though I remember when I was living in Ireland, I had to get my turf in Connemara. Here is a photo of a bog, I took when I was living there. 

Tourbière dans le
Connemara/Bog in Connemara

Tous les utilisateurs de tourbe se retrouveront quand je parle du journal qui s'enflamme par erreur à l'allumage. Mais c'est plutôt drôle.

Remember the newspaper you need to start a turf fire. It is always a funny start !

Pour les autres, j'explique. Un feu de tourbe est très long à démarrer. Il faut donc l'allumer dans une petite  cheminée. Le papier journal sert à obstruer partiellement l'ouverture de la cheminée pour provoquer un courant d'air. Il faut tenir accroupi devant le foyer pendant une dizaine de minutes avant la flambée. Souvent, quand on discute ou pense à autre chose, le journal d'enflamme. Cependant youpi, le feu est démarré.

As for the others who never did the thing ; I explain ! It's rather long to start a turf fire. You need a tiny fireplace. The paper is used to provoke an airdraft in the fireplace . To do so you have to spend ages kneeling down in front of it, holding the paper. Often we talk at the same time and the paper bursts into flame. No worry, you have your nice bonfire !

Tas de tourbe pour la cheminée. Connemara.

Les musiques que j'ai choisies aujourd'hui sont celles que j'écoutais à l'époque :

Here are musics I used to listen in these years :

Love

La pêche/ fishing

L'Australie/ Australia

Que des thèmes de civi irlandais/  Irish issues only

Molly Mallone

Hi, I'm back !


Salut ! De retour.


I am reading a great book about 'food in the past in France'. A bit too much sometimes ; like me !


Je suis dans la lecture d'un livre sur la nourriture des français dans le passé. Quelquefois, c'est un peu trop ; comme moi !


Nourritures canailles de Madeleine Ferrières.


The ideal song to illustrate this reading ; Molly Mallone. As you know,  food deals with music...


La chanson idéale pour illustrer cette lecture : Molly Malone. Eh oui; la  nourriture, ça se chante...