The making of ... "Mount Errigal"

Probeweekend im Entlebuch (in den Flaschen ist Milch ...)

Für die zweite CD gingen wir zu Jens Krüger ins Studio. Bei viel zu heissen Temperaturen arbeiteten wir erstaunlich produktiv, nicht zuletzt dank der professionellen Hilfe von Jens. Spontan erklärte er sich auch bereit, bei zwei Tunes mitzuspielen. Wir haben auch noch andere Gäste eingeladen, was zwar die Studiozeit nicht unbedingt verkürzte, aber spannender machte ...!

Die Band setzte sich zum Zeitpunkt dieser CD-Produktion wie folgt zusammen:
• Paddy Stocker: Fiddle, E-Violin, Mandolin, Backingvocals
• Reinhold Möllenbeck: Bouzouki, Mandolin, Guitar, Whistle, Vocals
• Tom Keller: Bodhran, Guitar, Percussion, Vocals
• Christian Haas: Doublebass, Backingvocals

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AS I ROVED OUT (Traditional)

And who are you, me pretty fair maid and who are you, me honey?
She answered me quite modestly "I am me mother's darling."

And will you come to me mother's house when the sun is shining clearly
I'll open the door and I'll let you in and divil 'o one would hear us

So I went to her house in the middle of the night when the moon was shining
She opened the door and she let me in and divil the one did hear us

She took me horse by the bridle and the bit and she led him to the stable
Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse to eat it if he's able."

Then she took me by the lily-white hand and she led me to the
Saying "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy to drink it if you're able."

Then I got up and made the bed and I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and laid her down saying "Lassie, are you able?"

And there we lay till the break of day and divil a one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes saying "Lassie, I must leave you."

And when will you return again and when will we get married
When broken shells make Christmas bells we might well get married.

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I CAN SEE IN YOUR EYES (Reinhold Möllenbeck)

I can see in your eyes the clear blue skies
The feeling, I`ve got now I can`t describe

You know the whole thing`s a gift we don`t own nothing and it may drift
Away any day, it may drift away any day

Why don`t we love the world just the way that it deserves to be
I guess most of us rather watch TV than to care for a dying tree

Responsibility for the kids, for you and me
We can do it, if we want we have the dream

Lord, things are going so fast everyone knows it shouldn`t last
Any further day, still on the wrong way today

But there is hope that people can change their mind and that some of the friendly and conscous kind
Become more and strong and plant their apple tree so will you do and so will me

I hope that this old land is still alive, when we`re long time in the sand
And our kids are old with the sun in their eyes still shining
From Clear blue Skies

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THE OLD MAID IN THE GARRET (Traditional)

I have often heard it said by my father and my mother
That going to a wedding was the making of another
If this will be so I'll be there without a bidding
And it's kind providence won't you send me to a wedding

Refrain
And it's oh dear me how will it be
If I die an old maid in the garret

Oh now there's my sister Jean she's not handsome or good lookin'
Scarely sixteen and a fellow she was courtin'
Now she's twenty-four with a son and a daughter
Here am I forty-four and I've never had an offer

I can cook and I can sew I can keep the house right tidy
Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready
But there's nothing in this wide world that makes me half so cheery
As a wee fat mannie who would call me his own dearie

Oh come landsman or come kinsman come tinker or come tailor
Come fiddler come dancer come ploughboy or come sailor
Come rich man come poor man come fool or come witty
Come any man at all who would marry me for pitty

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LEAVING HER FOR THE LAST TIME (Paul Kelly)

Sydney`s in sunshine but it`s cold as sin, everyone walks leaning into the wind
On Crown Street I wait for my expensive friend, I can see by his eyes I`m in trouble again

I hurry down broadway, my time`s drawing near, come independence day, I`m in the clear
Set `em up, Bruce, let`s drink one more beer, `cause I'm leaving her for the last time

I`m all done with walking the line
I`m leaving her for the very last time
And I`m through with reason and wine
I`m leaving her for the very last time

In more ways than one I was totally blind
Yes, I admit, I have missed every sign
Now my reputation has lost all its shine

Lights on at central, a train`s heading south, I don`t care if it looks like I`m running out
Set `em up, Bruce, this time it`s my shout, `cause I`m leaving her for the last time

I`m all done with walking the line
I`m leaving her for the very last time
And I`m through with reasoning why
I`m leaving her for the very last time

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STEAL THAT BEAT (Julian Dawson)

Refrain
Steal that beat turn it into money
take out all the heart and throw it back into the jungle

I'm a spy I've been sent on secret mission
To purify your ears and keep the airwaves clean
To seek and destroy every beat musician
Clogging up the dial with his Beatles dream

There's faces and they're watching, watching and they're waiting
Waiting and they're watching and they're in control
Want to keep you dancing want to keep you dreaming
Waking to the voodoo of rhythm and roll

I'll do anything I can to keep the dance in motion
Sex and a tango in a tinsel town
The sand and the sea and the suntan lotion
Machines and money go around and around

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DIRTY OLD TOWN (Ewan MacColl)

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town

Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town

Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smokey wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I'm gonna make a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town

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JOCK STEWART (Traditional)

Oh my name is Jock Stewart I'm a canny gun man
and a roving young fellow I've been

Refrain
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day

I have acres of land I have men at command
I have always a shilling to spare

So come fill up your glasses of brandy and wine
Whatever it costs I will pay

Well I took out my dog and him I did shoot
All down in the county Kildare

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