1. Chi Mi Na Mórbheanna (The Mist Covered Mountains)
2. Itchy Fingers
3. No Makers Mark Part I
4. Oró Sé Do Bheatha Bhaile (God Speed Home)
5. The Golden Door
6. US reggAe
7. New Wave
8. The Atholl Highlanders
9. Airdí Cuain (The Heights of Cushendun)
10. Bagpipe Duet
11. Green Groves of Erin/No Woman No Cry
12. Time Out
13. No Makers Mark Part II
14.
Hellbound Train
Chi Mi Na Morbheanna - The Mist Covered Mountains
Chorus
O chi, chi mi na morbheanna
O chi, chi mi na corrbheanna
O chi, chi mi na coireachan
Chi mi na sgoran fo cheo
Verse
Chi mi gun dail an t-aite 's an d'rugadh mi
Cuirear orm failt' 's a chaain a thuigeas mi
Gheibh mi ann aoidh agus gradh 'n uair ruigeam
Nach reicinn air thunnaichean oir
Chi mi ann coilltean, chi mi ann doireachan
Chi mi ann maghan baa is toraiche
Chi mi na feidh air la nan coireachan
Falaicht' an trusgan de cheo
Beanntaichean ada is aillidh leacainnean
Sluagh ann on comhnuidh is coire cleachdainnean
'S aotrom mo cheum a' leum g'am faicinn
Is fanaidh mi tacan le deoin
(English translation)
Chorus
Oh I see, I see the great mountains
Oh I see, I see the lofty mountains
Oh I see, I see the corries
I see the peaks under the mist
Verse
I see right away the place of my birth
I will be welcomed in a language that I understand
I will receive hospitality and love when I reach there
That I will not trade for tons of gold
I see the woods there, I see thickets
I see fair, fertile fields there
I see the deer on the ground of the corries
Shrouded in a garment of mist
High mountains with lovely slopes
Folk abiding there who are customarily kind
Light is my step as I go bounding to meet them
And I will remain there willingly
Oro! Se Do Bheatha Bhaile - God Speed Home
Padraig Pearse's version during Irish Rebellion of 1916 - Gaelic
Curfa
Oro! Se do bheatha bhaile
Oro! Se do bheatha bhaile
Oro! Se do bheatha bhaile
Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh
Translation
You Are Welcome Home
Chorus
You are welcome home!
You are welcome home!
You are welcome home!
Now that summer is coming
Welcome Oh woman who was so afflicted,
It was our ruin that you were in bondage,
Our fine land in the possesion of theives,
And sold to the foreigners
Chorus
Grainne Mhaol is coming over the sea,
Armed warriors along with her as guard,
They are Irishmen, not English or Spanish,
And they will rout the foreigners
Chorus
May it please the God of Miracles that we may see,
Although we only live a week after it,
Grainne Mhaol and a thousand warriors,
Dispersing the foreigners
Chorus
No Makers Mark Part I and II
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
You see them
on the subways and on the highest hill, they echo from the rooftops when one innocent is killed.
The greedy
will keep coming the wicked here to stay but those who know the truth will surley find the way.
The trees they
have all listened as man has told them lies. And birds have known since time began to leave the earth and fly.
And peace it
is elusive while war it is the norm, a soldier’s blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
Some say it
has no meaning, I say they cannot see, the signs he left are everywhere from sea to shinning sea.
Though greed
it is pervasive and violence the norm one day there will be peace on earth it's written in the storm.
And death it
will continue until we see the way, that killing never answered the questions of the day.
And peace it
is elusive while war it is the norm, a soldiers blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark, the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
We wonder
why our children stare, walking in a daze and wonder why they grow to see life as just a maze.
But teachers
speak with fork like tongues, and books are filled with crap, and schools are just like prison camps and tests are just a trap. Their bellies fill with powder white, their
parents are
the same. We jail those who smoke the earth but we're the ones with shame. We fill their life with little helpers given them by men, who work for those who’s only
goal is driven
by the yen.
No wonder
why there's such despair, no wonder why they snare. We haven't taught them wisdom but rather shame and fear.
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark, the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
While hatred
it continues and evil sees no light it is our birthright and our need to stand up tall and fight!
Our enemies
are mighty but easier to find, you see they have a weakness, it is that they are blind.
They cannot
see the light of day they cannot hear the sound and so when all is said and done there's nothing to be found.
Don't tell me
that you know the way while darkness shades the land. Instead just pick up what you can and lend a helping hand.
My people
they are dying because you told them to, if death is what you look for be certain what you choose.
There is
another answer, it's written in the wind the trees have known it all their lives but man can only sin.
And peace it
is elusive while war it is the norm, a soldier’s blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark, the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
A dagger
strikes deep in the heart, a bullet hits its mark but even though the sword was built it had no makers mark!
In time there
will be bridges built, in time the sun will shine, for now we can but watch and wait with fruit upon the vine.
In time we'll
find the answers, in time we'll see the light for now we must content ourselves to help another’s plight.
To turn
another cheek is fine, for those who really know but not for all the rest of us whose need it is to grow.
When
lightening strikes above our heads and thunder fills our ears remember he who brought us here and calms our children’s fears.
And peace
will be elusive and war will be the norm, a soldier’s blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark the signs are posted everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
My father he
did tell me to keep my head up high with enemies around me I can but fight or die.
The sound of
war does echo high above the plains, the quilt is found in everyone who's greedy and insane.
We cannot
suffer ignorance and cannot suffer hate for if we do the end is near, we'll find it is our fate.
And peace it
is elusive while war it is the norm, a soldier’s blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark you know the signs are everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
Each man he
has the answer, it’s buried deep inside he cannot fight another’s war and hold onto his pride.
And death it is
pervasive for rich and for the poor so why not make the best of it before we reach the shore.
For those
who have no answer, for those who cannot see the truth is all around us from sea to shinning sea.
And peace
will be elusive and war will be the norm, a soldier’s blood is bitter but cannot calm the storm.
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark you know the signs are everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
While
darkness clouds the lasting sun, and soot does fills our lungs. And those who seek the Midas touch still lead the rest of
us.
While truth
remains well hidden and songs remain unsung we can but walk among the trees and gather from the one.
The red man
saw it coming, he fought and then he died. The land that once was living tuned desolate and cried.
While truth
remains well hidden and songs remain unsung we can but walk among the trees and gather for the one.
Though hope
it seems elusive despair it seems the norm, it changed in the beginning when word became the form.
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark you know the signs are everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
Through
suffering and evil and sadness of the day true followers will find him, the one who knows the way.
He'll lead us
out of darkness, into light day. He'll show us there is more to life then working for our pay.
And when we
walk along that path we'll hear the angels say. You know the signs are everywhere..and here they are to stay.
Though hope
it seems elusive, despair it seems the norm, it changed in the beginning when word became the form.
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark you know the signs are everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
Though hope
it seems elusive despair it seems the norm, it changed in the beginning when word became the form.
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark you know the signs are everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
They were
with William Wallace and seen on Noah's Ark you know the signs are everywhere they say no Makers Mark!
© 2007 Hahnemann/MacTallaMor
The New Colossus
Based on the poem by Emma Lazarus
By the light of
a fading star
in the dawn of
a glowing sky
calling out
across the sea
crying out
with silent lips…
on a misty
harbor floor
with a sound
like a seagulls call
freedom
crying in the night
shining
brighter than the brightest star
sea washed
land and sunset gates
freedom
calling in the night
a beacon
brighter than the dark
it is calling out
across the sea
it is crying out
with silent lips
Chorus:
Give me your weak, give me your poor
give me the refuse from your teeming shore
throw them tempest tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door (repeat 3 times)
Night is fallen
all around
light is fading
from the ground
but still I hear
the sound
calling out
across the sea
crying out
with silent lips
Chorus
Your huddled
masses, yearning to be free, her flame is the imprisoned lightening
The wretched
refuse, from your teeming shore, mother of exiles, with a flaming torch…
Chorus
© 2007 Hahnemann/MacTallaMor
US
reggAe
My back
aches from the pain of hard labor,
I work the
land like my father before me,
He learned to
farm from his father before him
tied to this
land like a cattle brand
so when that
ship sets sail I'll be riding it
to the new
world in the dawn's early light
Chorus:
America
America
America
America
USA,
USA
At
Ellis Island they can't get my name right
out on the
streets where I spent my first night
sweating all
day in a sweat shop store
I was sleeping
on the floor in a tenement hall
no rags to
riches, all I got is wishes
I ask for some
food and they hand me the dishes
(America, America)
I was told the
streets were paved with gold
but lo and
behold there's no gold and it's cold
on the streets
with nothing to eat
and the
cobblestones echo beneath my feet
but I won't
back down or admit defeat
I'll just bob
my head to the new world beat
(America, America)
Say goodbye
to the old world and its old ways
say hello to
the new one and the dawn of a new day!
Chorus
Hell's Kitchen
I can smell it burning
melting pot it
keeps on churning
Here's the
world it keeps on turning
I'm trying so
hard I keep on learning…
Chorus
© 2007 Hahnemann/MacTallaMor
Green Groves of Erin/No Woman No Cry (additional
Lyrics)
In this world
so full of lies, you get hypnotized but wipe the tears from your eyes, there’s no need to cry, if you feel out of
place it is no
disgrace, it’s a petty rat race and it don’t fit your face. Illusions and delusions like a blood transfusion amidst all the confusion you feel like you’re
loosing, don’t succumb to those
bums as they hum as one, I have come from far away to let you hear me say that there’s a better way than the same old path, there’s a better way. And if you
try you will fly
above all their heads and the hypocrites words won’t have no effect, they’ll be forced to respect those they neglect, all their lies will die and they'll
wonder why.
© 2007 Hahnemann/MacTallaMor
