The making of ... "Continental Breakfast"

Probeweekend in Sternenberg
Im winterlich gemütlichen Sternenberg fand diesmal unser Probeweekend statt. Endlich war so auch ein Name für Paddys schöne Polka gefunden ... Aufgenommen haben wir dann in den Hardstudios in Winterthur: Das wohl schönste Studio mit der besten Crew! Unten dokumentieren einige Bilder unsere spannenden, witzigen und anstrengenden Tage im Studio. Als Gast haben wir dieses Mal Brendan Wade gewinnen können, der mit seinen wunderbaren Ellbogenpfeifen (dt. Übersetzung von Uillean Pipes ...) das gewisse Etwas beigetragen hat. Wir finden, dass unsere neue CD sowohl sehr irisch wie auch sehr nach THE PINT klingt!
Photos aus dem Studio ...
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THE NEWRY HIGHWAYMAN (trad. Ireland)

In Newry town, I was bred and born / In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn
I served my time to the saddling trade / I always was a roving blade

At seventeen, I took a wife / I loved her dearly as I loved my life
And so to keep her both fine and gay / I went a robbing on the Kings Highway

I never robbed a poor man yet / Nor any tradesman did I beset
But I robbed the lords and the ladies bright / And I carried the gold onto my hearts delight

I robbed Lord Golding, I do declare / And Lady Mansell on Grosvenor Square
I shook the shutters and bid'em goodnight / And home I went to my hearts delight

To Covent Garden I made my way / With my dear wife for to see the play
Lord Fielding's gang did me pursue / And I was taken by that cursed crew

My father cried oh my darling son / My wife she cried oh I am undone
My mother tore her white locks and cried / Saying in the cradle Willie should have died

And when I'm dead layin' in my grave / A flashy funeral pray let me have
Six highwaymen for to carry me / Give them good broadswords and liberty

Six pretty maidens to bear my corpse / Give them white garlands and ribbons all
And when I'm dead they will speak the truth / He was a wild and a wicked youth

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THE RAT AND THE SNAKE (Mark Germino)

There's a rat in the kitchen, there's a snake in the hall / One has the most, while the other has it all
But they both share a common desease, that's malignant when found / Well they both think the meaning of free enterprise
Is to own just as much as you can see with your eyes / But hey, there ain't a whole lot of money in this town

They started out innocent, too innocent to mention / When they made their first deals with all honest intentions
'Til they found out the rules of the game had been shuffled around / So in order to survive, and protect their positions
They joined in the ranks, started paying their tuition / But hey, there ain't a whole lot of money in this town

Well the game became fun, as the profits got large / They bought off their conscience by creating more jobs
They even set up a scholarship fund, for those most profound / They gave to the needy, they gave to the poor
They covered themselves like two bus stations whores / But hey, there ain't a whole lot of money in this town

One day an employee with an adding machine / walked up to them boys with his hand on his spleen
He said the books look good if you're ready to sell do it now / So a large corporation much bigger than them
Made the rat and the snake two very rich men / But hey, there ain't a whole lot of money in this town

There's a man out there somewhere who's just learned to hate / For giving blood sweat and tears to a rat and a snake
Only later to be fired when his company got shuffled around / He had to go home to his wife, set the children in place
Take 'em all by the hand, look 'em right in the face, and say / But hey, there ain't a whole lot of money in this town

There's a rat in the kitchen, there's a snake in the hall / And they're selling their souls for a big windfall
To some large coorperate dinosaur king, who is greed like a crown / Out of the hands of christians, and the hands of jews
They got small private business, shining their shoes / But hey, there ain't a whole lot of money in this town

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A MOUNTAINEER IS ALWAYS FREEE (Tim O'Brien, Pierce Pettis)

I‘m one of the few, proud to be standing
I walked up the pier from the coffin ships landing
My clothes were just rags, no use in this weather
But my back was strong, my hands tough as leather

I climbed up these hills till I came to the spot where I stand
I cleared these fields and I pulled up the stumps with my hands
No more a wanderer, no more a refugee
A mountaineer is always free

Took a Cherokee bride, she gave me five babies
I sang at the wakes, I cried at the weddings
I taught all my children the songs of my youth
To dance to the fiddle and practice the truth

I carried them up on my shoulders to where they could see
The whole world before them just so they would know what it means
No more a wanderer, no more a refugee
A mountaineer is always free

No kings and no landlords to treat us like beggars and thieves
Thereís no one but God here to fear or to look down on me
No more a wanderer, no more a refugee
A mountaineer is always free

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ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE (Kate Wolf )

I've been walkin' in my sleep / Countin' troubles 'stead of countin' sheep
Where the years went I can't say / I just turned around and they've gone away

Chorus:
It's gone away in yesterday / Now I find myself on the mountainside
Where the rivers change direction / Across the Great Divide

I've been siftin' through the layers / Of dusty books and faded papers
They tell a story I used to know / And it was one that happened so long ago

Chorus

Now, I hear the owl a-callin' / Softly as the night was fallin'
With a question and I replied / But he's gone across the borderline

Chorus

The finest hour that I have seen / Is the one that comes between
The edge of night and the break of day / It's when the darkness rolls away

Chorus

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GREEN GROW THE RUSHES (trad. Scotland, words by Robert Burns)

There’s naught but 'een on every han' / In ever hour that passes, O
What signifies the life of man / If it were not for the lassies, O

Chorus
Green grow the rushes, O / Green grow the rushes, O
The sweetest hours that e’er I spent / Are spent among the lassies, O

The worldly race may riches chase / And riches still may fly them, O
And though at last they catch them fast / Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, O

Chorus

Give me a cannie hour at e’en / My arms around me dearie, O
The wisest man the world e’er saw / He dearly loved the lassies, O

Chorus

Old nature swears the lovely dears / Her noblest work she classes, O
She tried her hand on every man / And then she made the lassies, O

Chorus

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LANIGAN'S BALL (trad. Ireland)

In the town of Athy one Jeremy Lanigan battered away 'til he hadn't a pound
His father died and made him a man again left him a farm and ten acres of ground
Myself to be sure got free invitation for all the boys and girls I might ask
Without being asked both friends and relations danced like bees around the sweet cask

There were lashings of drinks and wine for the ladies, potatoes and cakes; bacon and tea (täh)
Nolans, Dolans, all the O'Gradys courting the girls and dancing away
Songs they went 'round as plenty as water, "The harp that once sounded in Tara's old hall,"
"Sweet Nelly Gray" and "The Rat Catcher's Daughter," singing together at Lanigan's Ball

They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas, all 'round the room in a whirligig
Julia and I, soon banished their nonsense out on the floor for a reel and a jig
How the girls they all got mad at me for they thought the ceiling would fall
I spent six months at Brooks' Academy learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball
Chorus:
Six long months I spent up in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all
Six long months I spent up in Dublin, learning to dance for Lanigan's Ball
She stepped out and I stepped in again, I stepped out and she stepped in again
She stepped out and I stepped in again, learning new steps for Lanigan's Ball

The boys were merry, the girls all hearty Dancing around in couples and groups
An accident happened, young Terrance McCarthy he put his right foot through miss Finnerty's hoops
The craythur she fainted, and roared, "Bloody Murder," sent for her brothers and gathered them all
Carmody swore that he'd go no further 'til he had revenge at Lanigan's Ball

In the midst of the row miss Kerrigan fainted, her cheeks at the time as red as a rose
Some of the lads declared she was painted, she took a small drop too much, I suppose
Her sweetheart, Ned Morgan, so powerful and able, when he saw his colleen stretched out by the wall
Tore the left leg from under the table and smashed all the dishes at Lanigan's Ball

Boys, oh boys, then there were ructions, well I got a kick from big Phelim McHugh
I soon replied to his introduction and kicked up a terrible hullabaloo
Casey, the piper, was near being strangled, they squeezed up his pipes and his chanters and all
The girls and boys they got all entangled and that put an end to Lanigan's Ball

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THE FJORDLAND PENGUIN (Reinhold Möllenbeck)

The young was in good condition
Walked along the shore
When suddenly somebody crossed his track

He looked at him and said hello
What are you looking for, man
You look so funny in your cutaway of white and black

Chorus:
I walk to the station of Ross
Never saw there anybody trying to go the way I go
Onto the station of Ross
Land of the long white cloud
Ao - tea - Roa
Land of the long white cloud

The wild coast just ahead of me
Has never been walked by
But I am sure to get through as long as I can go

This old land is my home
Believe me friend I know it
And if you like, just come along and walk by my side

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CHAIRLIE OH CHAIRLIE (trad. Scotland)

Chorus
Chairlie Oh Chairlie come owre frae Pitgair
And I’ll gie ye oot a’ your orders
For I maun awa’ o’er yon high hieland hills
For a while to leave the bonny Buchan borders

Oh Chairlie oh Chairlie tak’ notice what I say
And keep every man to his station
For I maun awa’ o’er yon high hieland hills
For to view a’ the pairts o’ the nation

To the loosin’ ye’ll put Shaw, ye’ll put Sandison to ca’
To the colin ye’ll put auld Andrew Kindness
Ye’ll gar auld Colliehill ayye to feed the threshin’ mill
And ye’ll see that he does it wi’ great fineness

To the gaitherin’ o’ the hay ye’ll put little Isa Gray
And wi’ her ye’ll put her cousin Peggy
And in ablow the bands, it’s there ye’ll put your hands
And ye’ll see that they dae it right tidy

And you Jeanni Todd, ye’ll put on the muckle pot
And ye’ll mak’ milk porridge a-plenty
For yon hungry brosers that comin’ frae Pitgair
They keep it aye sae bare and sae scanty


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