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Song 1

You took away my name

You took away my name
You took away my identity
In a landscape full of shame
There’s no place left for dignity

 

To scrub away the sins
You call me penitent
A life of thankless toil
Washing what is soiled
My own true flesh my blood
No place to call my home
My country is my prison
No place for my position

 

You took away my name
You took away my identity
In a landscape full of shame
There’s no place left for dignity

 

What in God’s name have we done?
And when will it be won?

The battle for our souls
By church and state and those
Discarded to save face
Left to our own fate
Repenting his misdeeds
In silence, if you please

 

You took away my name
You took away my identity
In a landscape full of shame
There’s no place left for dignity

 

Backbreaking carrying
A loneliness within
A spirit that is broken
A lack of trust unspoken
Breaking the rule of silence
It’s time for strength and kindness
Remembering what went on
Will be the wish that guides us

Produced by Kenny Dread & Breeda Murphy
Mastered by Ruairi O’Flaherty
Cover Painting by Fiona Walsh

Song 2 / Video coming soon

The Life of a Dreamer

He lived the life of a dreamer
Oceans lay between them
Confidants unfold, stories untold

– caught between them
Memories uneven

 

The contradictory position

– of love and disposition
The material form of the mystic storm

– came between them
Scattered his reason

 

He lived the life of a dreamer …

 

An awakening in time – to realize his mind

had something to believe in
After all that he had seen then
Avarice and greed, the atrocities he’d seen,

made him believe in

The homeland he dreamed in, as something to believe in, something to believe in

 

He lived the life of a dreamer ….

 

His greatest love he wore, in Banna strand he swore
He had good reason – but no one could believe him

Misjudgment in the end – his nature was the sin
He hung for treason – in search of freedom,
He hung for treason – in search of freedom

 

He lived the life of a dreamer

Produced by Breeda Murphy & Tim
Mastered by Sean David Murphy
Song Cover Roger Casement

Song 3

The Riverside

The Riverside – as the tide goes by
Words in the mirror – nothing is defined
Pouring soul drops – through your mind’s eye
Alchemy of colour, there’s nothing to divide

 

Oh, The Riverside
Happy in this elbow-river-town
Even as the rain came slanting down
Choosing not to get embroiled
Choosing moods and soothing sounds

 

The Riverside
Chocolate Almond Gateau
Pear crumble pie
Cliodhna cooks that sweet-slow-food –
that helps you get by

 

As the tide goes by
As the tide goes by

 

In gratitude for Seeger’s eye

Produced by Breeda Murphy
Video recorded by Miranda Daly
Ceramic artist David Seeger