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The New Colossus


The New Colossus

 

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





No Man's Land

1. Ta Me Mo Shui
2. Devil in the Kitchen Set
3. The Sun It Never Sets
4. No Man's Land (christmas Truce)
5. Danny Boy
6. Silver Spear Set
7. Yo Mi Voy
8. The Last of the Gleemen
9. Tora Lora
10. Good Drying
11. The Parting Glass/celtic Blessing
12. Irish Washerwoman

Christmas Truce

All across the western front
all across the cold black night
men are shivering from the cold
(men are shivering from the freight)


the clouds across the sky are black
the smoke from the barrell it chokes
the wounded ones with tears do pray
it's 1916 and there is no hope
 
it's 1916 in europe now
and time is passing o so slow
the pulse beneath the skin it throbs
a soldiers fear and grief must grow
 
the enemy is across the field
a cold black shadow across the sky
why is it then that men must unite
and then the next morn wake up to die


the men they pass the flask around
a nervous chuckle and a toast
lets live tonight by firelight
because tomorow I may be with a heavenly host
 
it's christmas eve and they remember
how different from last year this is
so lets sing a song of home and love
and pray to God that we might live
 
as song it travelled up with the smoke
we hear echoes from across the black
a hum of voices singing something
they don't sing like that when they attack

the language different but the meaning the same.
 
a look exchange across the fire
what difference does it make
and flames are growing a little higher
no man's land with flasks for a christmas cake

They put down their and guns and they get on there
feet and stand in no man's land. Tomorrow we may be
enemies, yesterday I tried to kill you, but let's
forget the war for tonight as we stand in no mans
land.

All across the western front
somehow we met in No Man's Land
in 1916 All soldiers sang
Goodwill to all and peace to man.

A Christmas truce in No mans land and the war it was
no more.

When the sun came up the next morning as dawn lit upon
the smoking fields, the generals cried for war once
more and said there be no more truces, they raised
there hands and at there cammand we charged into no
man's land.

Last night it seemed more like a dream as we fought
and we died and the wounded they cried,.

Chorus.

The years go past, the faces dim, the tones grow
faint, and so much of what was is gone, but I'll never
forget, no I"ll never forget, the night when the
singing of the Christmas songs (all instruements stop.
Ocapella voices singing at once) wrong louder, THEN
THE LOUDEST GUNS OF WAR.
© 2006 Hahnemann/MacTallaMor

 





Jacob's Ladder

1. Gabam Motle Brigde
2. Dancing Feet Set
3. Foggy Dew
4. Jacob's Ladder
5. Boys of Blue Hill Set
6. Keg of Brandy
7. Pipe Solo
8. Stairway to Grace
9. Fear An Bhata
10. Mouth Music Set
11. Auld Lang Syne
12. Ceol-Tech

Jacob's Ladder

Flames shining bright in the darkest of nights, as they turn toward the light of the fire
Faces grow red as the hoses are fed, as they turn toward the light of the fire
Smoke bellows black as the water attacks, as they turn toward the light of the fire
September skies blue as the airplanes they flew, as they turn toward the light of the fire

They climbed up Jacob's Ladder,
They climbed higher and higher
They climbed up Jacob's Ladder,
They climbed into the fire

Ashes to ash and the memories they flash, as they turn toward the light of the fire
The metal will rust, so as dust to dust, they turn toward the light of the fire
A time and a place and a season for grace, as they turn toward the light of the fire
Though deep down they know that they cannot go home, still they charged towards the light of the fire

Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned toward the light of the fire
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned toward the light of the fire
God's angels ascended into heaven, gates wide open on 9/11
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned toward the light of the fire
Climbing high on Jacob's Ladder, they would never return from the fire
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned toward the light of the fire
They climbed toward eternal fire, to a warrior's funeral pyre
Higher, Higher, Higher, they turned toward the light of the fire (Repeat 4x)

Flames shining bright in the darkest of nights, as they turn toward the light of the fire
September skies blue as the airplanes they flew and they turn toward the light of the fire

They climbed up Jacob's Ladder,
They climbed higher and higher
They climbed up Jacob's Ladder,
They climbed into the fire............
© 2006 Hahnemann/MacTallaMor





Piping Hot

1. Itchy Fingers
2. Nina
3. Claveness
4. Boomshakalaka
5. A World Turned UPside Down
6. House Destroyers
7. MacFaddne's Virtues
8. I Am
9. The Devlin Within
10. The Leaving of Liverpool
11. Dee Dee Diddley Bop
12. Mason's Apron
13. Man From Skye
14. Hellbound Train

NINA (No Irish Need Apply)
1850 New York sign in every corner, irish are your parents, green tint in your blood,
I'm very sorry Paddy, better not apply here, 1850 New York, sign in every corner
 
 Chorus: N  I  N  A/ N  I  N  A/ N  I  N  A/ N  I  N  A
 
they hung it up on brooklyn, on 5th ave, in every shop and storefront , every rich mans home
the stigma of a bigot, hangin in the window, Paddy's left there hangin, he gets hungry too
 
N  I  N  A/ N  I  N  A/ N  I  N  A/ N  I  N  A
 
No Irish Need Apply, No Irish Need Apply, No Irish Need Apply said No Irish Need Apply (repeat)
 
Chorus
 
liberty and justice, refuse from your teeming shores, the goal of the immigrant, the dream of Jefferson,
but if your name is Paddy, then that don't apply to you, your work's not wanted here, you better move along
 
Chorus
 
No Irish Need Apply...
 
Chorus
 
Paddy' there's no work the street's your only home the glass your only friend to hell with it anyway
guess I read the sign wrong, guess I heard it all wrong way back in the old country my welcome:
 
Chorus
 
'Old Ireland on the battlefield, a lasting fame has made, we all have heard of Meager's men and Corcoran's Brigade, though

fools may flout and bigot rave, fanatics they may cry, yet when they want good fighting men, the Irish may apply...'
 
No Irish need apply...
Chorus
© 2005 Hahnemann/MacTallaMor
 
 





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