Take one part Irish/Scottish traditional songs, one part hot fiddle tunes and one part good old rock'n roll and you end up with our debut album. It contains (officially) 13 tracks of Irish Rock. It consists of 4 fiddle sets, 5 traditional folk songs that have been rocked up a bit, and 4 originals. Released October 21, 2011.
Josh Curll…Voice, Six and Twelve string Guitars, Banjo
Jason Hohl…Voice, Mandolin, Whistles, Electric Pipes, Accordion
Jereb Scott…Voice, Bass
Tatijanna Bourke…Fiddle, Voice
David Battrick…Drums
Dan Edgar… Additional Voice, Piano, Keyboard
Amber Scott…Additional Voice
Dustin Hohl & Isis Curll…Additional Shouts
Original Songs ©2011 Candlethief Publishing
“Wild Mountain Thyme” © Francis McPeake, Chappell & Co. Used with Permission.
Engineered: Dan Edgar at Entropy Lab
Produced: Sons of Malarkey
Mastered: Kevin Nettleingham at Nettleingham Audio
Art/Photos: Tishka Studio
Inside cover taken 2007 Dingle Peninsula
All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
Follow me down to the plain
Away from the city’s maze
Follow me down from the cold and the rain
So take me away from this place
Where concrete never goes away
And neon dreams keep us wide awake
So how long will we long
With this neon emptiness
I need to find something in all of this
Away from the concrete loneliness
Follow me down to a great calm
And i’ll run away with you my love
Follow me and it won’t be long
So we’ll find that in no great time
We’ll live and die where we can fly
We’ll go away to a great calm
We’ll find a place without us
We’ll find a place for us to lay
We’ll be reconciled to a great calm
A long time ago when the world was young
And young men could find their way
There were wars we fought, but the young have forgot
And they run off in a haze
Now as old men we feel left to fend
Glory days lost in the glen
But the drinks still sweet as it numbs our feet
And we’ll sing the auld drunk anthems
Now the world we knew was never really here
But we act like it’s all the same
And scream our jeers to those quares
Then sit and imbibe our beer
Now as old men we feel left to fend
Glory days lost in the glen
But the drinks still sweet as it warms our feet
And we’ll sing the auld drunk anthems
As i walk on home on a once nice street
Where the young have grown and gone
From my old numb feet i can feel the street
Decay like dead men in the grave
Now the young they scream for their two-bit treats
While the old still praise the dead
But the drinks still sweet, so lets numb our sleep
And we’ll sing the auld drunk anthems
Are we ever truly free when the drinks this sweet
Are we ever truly free, does it mean anything to me
As i concede defeat on a once nice street
And give up on the grown and gone
I kick up my feet from the dead numb street
And my poor lost wasted life
Now as old men we feel left to fend
Glory days lost in the glen
But the drinks still sweet as it numbs our feet
And we’ll sing the auld drunk anthems
The men drank punch this morning to start the daily bend
And the guns will come this morning and if not, this ain’t the end
So forget the huns and their big guns and don’t you dare run
Now ignore our mothers sighs ’cause this time we’re gonna win
After all the wars and all the gore there’s nothing left for them
So we’ll sing and dance and run and say “happy are the dead, O happy are the dead”
Well the guns didn’t come next morning but we went and pressed ahead
So the young and brave died, those who pushed still live
Then they mourned the loss and then forgot and now they press ahead
Like they give a toss, why bother talk, lets bomb the bars instead
After all the wars and all the gore there’s nothing left for them
So we’ll sing and dance and run and say “happy are the dead, O happy are the dead”
So the men drank punch this morning to recover from their bend
With the young and brave lost they went off to find who’s next
With the bars all bombed and lives all lost when will this ever end
So watch the mothers sigh as it all begins again
After all the wars and all the gore there’s nothing left for them
So we’ll sing and dance and run and say “happy are the dead, O happy are the dead”
Walk into the bar or pub or whichever comes first
Hoping to tip back a glass and forget about a girl or ten
Book in hand, alone again, who cares when you’re getting pressed
Somebody’s always in distress, so order up another glass
Cause it’s gone gone gone the last time I remember
When i fell from grace and the bar again
Now it’s time to move on, but where to move on to
When all you want to do is fall from grace again
Ordered up another pint hoping to read my book tonight
But the owner looked perturbed at me said “hey, this ain’t a library”
Stupid look upon my face feeling like I’m not quite sane
Now i’m the one that’s in distress cause I just wanna have another glass
Cause it’s gone gone gone the last time I remember
When i fell from grace and the bar again
Now it’s time to move on, but where to move on to
When all you want to do is fall from grace again
When you want to be looked at you turn your coat inside out
When you want another pint sobriety’s bravery always tries
Push the doors walk in again order from the devil publican
Now i’m no longer in distress with a pint glass firm in my hand
Cause it’s gone gone gone the last time I remember
When i fell from grace and the bar again
Now it’s time to move on, but where to move on to
When all you want to do is fall from grace again
