OUR MUSIC and LYRICS
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Copyright 2006 Out of Alba 1 Gabriel. (Luka Bloom) Beautifully angelic song shows Alan's "other" side2 Winter Fire and Snow. (Graham, Brendan Woods) Dedicated to Marie and Aidan. 3 The Dictator. (Jim Coyle) I would like to send this to all the nasty dictators in the world its inspiration is drawn from Pinochet who never really stood in the dock which is probably just as well given the Saddam fiasco. 4 Jerusalem Ridge. (Bill Monroe) 5 Mountains of Gold (Jim Coyle) The narcissistic hedonist strikes again! People almost always laugh at the first line of this song and grow quite as the song progresses. I am grateful! 6 Arlington (Nicky Mehta) 7 A Land Without a Language (O'Reilly, Coyle, Kelly) To all those who struggle to maintain their culture and language against the onslaught off modernism and global English. 8 Every Little Sign (Martyn Joseph, Stewart Henderson) 9 Reconciliation (Ron Kavana) This love song urges the two communities torn apart by conflict in Northern Ireland to join together in peace. 10 Behind Blue E yes (Townsend) 11 The Bogles (Jim Coyle, Traditional) 12 The Voyage (Duhan) To Mikey for thirty years. 13 The City of Chicago (Luka Bloom) 14 Caledonia (Dougie McLean) softer version sung quietly with sax appeal Bonus tracks 15 Jamalba (Out of Alba) 16 Riversong Performed by Out Of Alba and the Prince George Cantata Singers. We would like to say that this CD was worth the wait as it's been ten years since the last one. We tried to record one in other studios on several occasions but Feck! It never happened! However, we hope it is as enjoyable as the old one. We had a lot of fun putting it together in Jim's "recording studio? "which was a 10 by 12 foot room with a booth and had to fight the microphone stands for floor space. We had many nicknames for the studio, all of which manager Margaret said we couldn't share (what goes on at the Coyle's stays at the Coyle's), so for the CD we decided on "Out of Elbow room" studios. There is a sprinkling of originals amidst a collage of covers from some of our most respected artists and friends. Thanks to Julie, Mike, the PG Celtic Club, the Luka Team, Clan Cara, all of the Cantatas past and present and our respective families. And a big thank you to the wonderful Coyle family for letting us invade their home, taking over their evenings and weekends. Now you can move the furniture back . And a big thanks to all of you for supporting us!
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born from immigration and the restlessness and longing of home. “Out of Alba”,
”The Highlands” and “Sweet Does Flow”, are truly Canadian although their subject
matter is immigration and loss of motherland. To our soul-mates home and abroad . . . We hope you enjoy it. Stepping Out
(Carolyn Kelly © 1997) The Highlands
(Jim Coyle © 1997) through blustery, wind swept Glasgow streets And the cauld it cut to the very bone and left us so chilled as if we'd turned to stone. But now we sing of the Highlands oh the wild Rannoch moor or Skye, And we romanticize- while our Nation it dies from our foreign shores Far from home. Does yer memory fade of those care free days were they merely imagination was there jobs back there ? did we stand and dare to fight for what was rightfully ours. Or were we forced to leave her to her death bed, ridden wae guilt. or did your heart hold sway and fight on anyway as part of Her kith and kilt. We have may walk long roads climb high hills- sail over seas and oceans but the end of day sees us far away from a nation and a people we loved. But now we sing of the Highlands oh the wild Rannoch moor or Skye, And we romanticize- while our Nation it dies from our foreign shores Far from home. Sweet Does Flow
(Jim Coyle © 1997) And the fear of being lost here has filled me with dread. But your voice reassures me from over the sea. And my dreams and my waking are filled but with thee. does flow o'er the sea all the love that we knew Sweet does flow o'er the sea all the love that we knew. In the dark lonely evenings I missed you till It hurt. and in every lost moment my soul took a cut. but your voice seemed to calm me from over the sea, saying " I will be with you and love only Thee" Sweet does flow o'er the sea all the love that we knew. Yet I miss my dear country, my family and friends. When I feel lost and lonely and sad once again. Then your voice seems to whisper, from over the sea I will be with you my heart is with thee. Sweet does flow o'er the sea all the love that we knew. The Night Visit
(Traditional, arranged by Out of Alba) The Growling Reel (Traditional, arranged by Out
of Alba) Out of Alba (Jim Coyle © 1997) Their history was long and written in their blood. They did not have the chance to stay . As the Lairds and Chieftain's drove them from the land. Then the landlords came with their burning flames and drove the cotters from their homes. Swore allegiance to the crown and burned them down. many where put to the sword. Out of Alba's shores they came- to Canadian soil. Many died along the way on sea's that roared and boiled. They built the country from the land. For generations they had grown food from its sand. But this heritage they could not keep. As Their Highland Fathers had grown perverse and weak. Then the famine raged and its war it waged. and the Scots they died by the score. Not like Ireland sons but still its deeds were done. scattered them like seeds on the wind. Why cant we simply understand that generations that are torn free from the land. Wont simply let the matter sleep, until the land is free, no more her orphans weep. Then the settlers came and were here to stay and we drove the Natives from their land. We swore allegiance to the crown burned them down and many, put to the sword. (Jim Coyle/94 She moved Through The Fair (Traditional, arranged
by Out of Alba, sung by Margaret Coyle) The Deadly Medley
(Traditional, arranged by Out of Alba) The Jeannie C
(Stan Rogers, arranged by Out of Alba, sung by Tom Young) Fill Fill O’Ru’n O’ (Traditional, arranged by Out
of Alba, sung by Margaret Coyle) Drowsy Maggie
(Traditional, arranged by Out of Alba) Free (Alan O’Reilly and Jim Coyle © 1997) Sounding as familiar to me as it did before. But you'd turned your back on me when you walked away, leaving me to hide my face behind the door. Now your free, free. Although my hearts not healed of all its pain, I no longer need to have you back again. We once had something now its gone. And we're free. Free. Now I realized that this was over , when you told me you were gone. Gone forever. Yes you turned your back on me when you walked away, leaving not a trace, of the love we had before. Free free. People come and people go when they'll leave you'll never know. I myself might leave this place tomorrow leaving here in such disgrace, far too shy to show my face. I could hang my head down deep in sorrow but I'm free. my hearts now healed of all its pain, I no longer need to have you back again. We once had something now its gone. And I'm Free. Words and music Alan O'Reilly/ Jim Coyle. Shirley’s Waltz (Carolyn Kelly © 1997) Black is the Colour
(Traditional, arranged by Out of Alba) Kitimat Mountain
(Composed by Out of Alba with Kid on a Mountain)
Flo (Jim Coyle © 1997) I know I made you proud I could see it in your eyes even as the light in them began to fade and die and the fire that once burned proud, now as embers flickers out and I know that you still loved me to this day.. I dream about you Flo and the things that you've been through.. If you never were a saint well, its as sure as hell, you knew, that the important thing in life, was the love he gave to you, and the time you spent together day by day. Now Florence Isobel its not very hard to tell that the boys that came from you are a rough and ready crew but your boys stand side by side in this graveyard as they mourn but they know that you still loved them to the grave. But we all must leave the ones we love and before they Know it we have taken off and left them there alone; Their hearts as cold as stone. with flowers of the rarest. Words and Music Jim Coyle(1997 |
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| The Dictator. Well I've been here for so long I've forgotten my roots and Its hard to remember what exactly is true its been such a long journey to this rainbows end, trampling underfoot lovers and friends. The measure I gave is the measure I got cause its hard to find sympathy from the victims you've shot And I see me going down. Well there's no El dorado as I stand in the Dock there are only the widows the press and the law and their digging up victims of the blade and the gun and the cameras are watching just to see what I've done. There is no telling them that my fight was for truth for they'll only remember the methods I used. And I see me going down I'll never rise again Well my friends have grown wealthy from the favors I gave I watch some of them Laugh as I walk to the grave and the only things left are the clothes that I wear there are laughs from the people Joy in the air. I think about pleasure I think about pain and I'm wondering now if there one in the same. And I see yes I see Oh I see me going down. Never rise again I've been here for so long I have forgotten my roots and its hard to remember who's telling the truth its such a long journey from here to the grave and I am wondering now was I merely a slave. |
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| Mountains of Gold I was so in love with myself I did not think about anyone else Yes I was so in love with myself I didn't think about any one Oh and I had mountains of gold and I had fortune and plenty but the love of my heart I had sold and now I don't have any i was so determined to win I did not stop at just any old sin I was so determined to win I sold myself to the devil and he gave me mountains of gold and he gave me fortunes and plenty but the love of my life I had sold and now I don't have any What can you take with you when you are dead only the thoughts that are inside your head will they say " I had mountains of gold" will they say " I was glad to have known you" The simple pleasures of life are not often found in lust greed or vice no the simple pleasures in life are freely there for the taking and you don't need mountains of gold just at heart that willing and ready to search to the depths of your soul and find the gifts you've been given If I only knew then what I know now I would have made it all better anyway anyhow. |
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