OUR MUSIC and LYRICS  
Stepping Out Stepping Out
The Highlands
Sweet Does Flow
The Night Visit
The Growling Reel
Out of Alba
She Moved Through the Fair
Deadly Medley
The Jeannie C
Fill Fill O’Ru’n O’
Drowsy Maggie
Free
Shirley’s Waltz
Black is the Colour
Kitimat Mountain
Flo
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The Dictator
Mountains of Gold
 

 Copyright 2006 Out of Alba

1 Gabriel.  (Luka Bloom) Beautifully angelic song shows Alan's "other" side

2 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!

 

 

Many of our compositions are 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.
They could not have been written anywhere else.
Out of Alba developed into a statement on the highland clearances and their significance upon native American culture, whereas, “The Highlands” comments on the process of becoming “Scots Abroad” particularly when the Scots in question are lowlanders and city dwellers.
“Sweet Does Flow” tells it how it is. ( I have missed you all so sadly that my heart almost bled.) “
Shirley’s Waltz” and “Stepping Out” ‘are marvelous compositions by Carolyn, borne of the mixed blessings of life. Shirley’s Waltz was written for her school chum who was a victim of cancer.
“Stepping Out” speaks to the process of empowerment from within and the courage to act upon it. “Free” an Alan and Jim partnership is an irony of entanglement and dissolution of relationships.
“Flo” was written the day Jim’s mom died.
The music when its played in its truest form (in the kitchen with a few beers) comes to life and ghostly images emerge of Glasgow, Motherwell, Dublin, Winnipeg, Minnesota, the East Coast of Canada (and its blood and roots).
Those mystical Jungian recollections of ancient collectives. The Old Age. The Harpist and the Ceilidh.

To our soul-mates home and abroad . . . We hope you enjoy it.


Stepping Out (Carolyn Kelly © 1997)
Lets step out together, for this my lad is courting weather, and bold as brass with tongue in cheek, we’ll face the world and ne’er be meek.

The Highlands (Jim Coyle © 1997)
Captures a moment of feeling the struggle, to maintain a culture, and the absurdity of a life often far removed from that culture.

I remember the day when we walked carefree,
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)
Immigration is a lonely thing at times. We never lose the yearning for our ‘Ain Folk.’

I have missed you so sadly that my heart almost bled.
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)
A traditional song that testifies that sometimes, it’s the ladies that are the naughty ones.

The Growling Reel (Traditional, arranged by Out of Alba)
This is a combination of The Growlers, Julie Delaney and Emile Benoit’s Jim Hodders Reel with a touch of Out of Alba’s own arrangement. A very difficult tune to bring to life in a studio, its well named!

Out of Alba (Jim Coyle © 1997)
The highland clearances — the upheaval of the North American Natives from their lands fuelled by greed and expansionism, parallels both cultures (at least in their shared destruction). The removal from the land, the imposition of a foreign language and the banning of cultural activities leaves the culture only half dead and smoldering.

From the Highland clearances they came.
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)
Haunting melody of lost love tells of the gentleman’s story of how his loved one is lost to him in this life but returns from the grave to announce that “It will not be long, love, till our wedding day” and thus his own death.

The Deadly Medley (Traditional, arranged by Out of Alba)
Traditional, something to dance to. Spancil Hill, The Foggy Dew. Lannigans Ball, The Hare in the Corn, The Kerry Huntsman served up with relish.

The Jeannie C (Stan Rogers, arranged by Out of Alba, sung by Tom Young)
Tom’s tribute to the late Stan Rogers, tells the story of the loss at sea of ‘Old John Price’ and the boat, Jeannie C that was named after the mother, and was both family heirloom and lifeblood. A Great Story by Rogers that reflected life on the East coast.

Fill Fill O’Ru’n O’ (Traditional, arranged by Out of Alba, sung by Margaret Coyle)
In the Irish, a mother mourns her son’s wanderings from the acceptable path towards the ways of the “World the Devil and the Flesh” and entreats him to return to the priesthood and stop bringing shame to the family. Come, Come Back to me.

Drowsy Maggie (Traditional, arranged by Out of Alba)
Maggie is sleeping, the poor wee soul, lost to the world in her feather stole, Dead tae it aw in her soft linen bed, but wake up Maggie its time tae wed.

Free (Alan O’Reilly and Jim Coyle © 1997)
The struggle to disentangle from relationships, betrayal and loss often ends proverbially. Time heals most things.

Heard your voice last night on the telephone.
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)
Written in remembrance of a friend.

Black is the Colour (Traditional, arranged by Out of Alba)
A traditional song that speaks to a lover’s beauty, around the River Clyde in Glasgow.

Kitimat Mountain (Composed by Out of Alba with Kid on a Mountain)
This is one of our own compositions spliced with “The Kid on a Mountain”, a traditional piece. Named “Kitimat Mountain” by Peter Melville-Smith (by accident, no doubt) unable to translate Scots and Irish accents into South African.

Flo (Jim Coyle © 1997)
To my family in her memory.


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
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.
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.