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Rijksbourées
03:40
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2. |
Carnac
04:50
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Carnac (Words & music: Job Cornelissen, Arrangements: Maalstroom)
Chorus:
Ancient stones of Carnac standing there
Wars are fought, loves are lost
They are not aware
They never were, never will
Row by row, all alone, time distilled
When they met, between the stones
She leaned against these mighty thrones
He kissed her lips, she stroked his face
Timeless passion at an ancient place
It felt so good, it felt so right
Life was easy, such delight
To live on love and a good laugh
Solid ground for a common path
They ate their bread, drank their tea
Enjoyed each others company
Birthday brunch, the house fills up
A soothing word, a warming cup
A healthy child, friends around
Nothing to complain about
Step-by-step, it’s in their hands
And all the time the stones they stand….
Chorus:
He’s in and out his rocking chair
An empty mind, he is not aware
He turns his head, a blurred gaze
Everything seems out of phase
She’s running round, back and fro
She doesn’t know where he might go
She’s taking care but wonders why
In her heart a silent cry
She’s longing for the older days
When everything was in it’s place
He kissed her lips, she stroke his hair
Now she knows, it goes nowhere!
He holds her hand, tears in her eyes
Touched by his desperate try
Step-by-step, it’s out their hands
And all the time the stones they stand….
Chorus:
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3. |
The Couples
04:51
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4. |
The Kalop
07:00
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5. |
De Turelurelei
05:26
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De Turelurelei ( Cees Buddingh)
Heel, heel hoog boven de hei
zweeft de turelurelei
En elk dier, of 't wil of niet,
luistert roerloos naar haar lied.
Eenmaal werd zij diep gevreesd,
maar die tijd is lang geweest
dat de turelurelei
stuurlui in de luren lei
en ze lokte, met hun schip,
op een onzichtbare klip,
en ze daarna wreed ontdeed
van wat ieder schoolkind weet.
Maar nog steed behield haar naam
iets van die duivelse faam
zodat elk nog naar haar luistert
als aan grond of tak gekluisterd.
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6. |
Dazurka
06:09
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7. |
The Lonely Pump
04:33
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8. |
Heaven & Hell
06:46
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Heaven and Hell
(Words & Music: Job Cornelissen, Arrangements: Maalstroom.
Inspired by Jón Kalman Stéfansson)
As the book lay on the table
Worn ,thumbed, read inside –out
The boys, they both took turns
Proclaimed page after page out loud.
The words cast a spell upon them
Poured poetry inside their heads
A glance of hope glistening in their eyes
No words needed to be said
A brand new moon with stars so bright
Between the clouds, a night so cold
In the dark the master’s voice
‘C’mon lads, let’s row our boat’
They dropped the oars, pulled them hard,
The stern made a whispering sound
They rowed to find the living gold
Chasing luck on their fishing grounds.
They threw their lines, sat side by side,
To keep them warm as in days of old
When the frost came like a blanket
First it didn’t feel so cold
The terrible trembling of the eldest
Became a startled marbled stare
Forgot his coat as he left the shore
While words still quivered in his head.
Chorus:
When days are rough and work is hard
The coin flips from heaven to hell
What will ease our grief and pain
Friends and songs and stories we tell.
The younger lad was broken-hearted
Beaten by fate, the naked truth
The soul of his dearest friend
Met his kin deep down in the blue
The catch was rich, the house felt poor
He spied the book and felt forlorn
In the dark the masters’ wife
‘Bring it back to whom it belongs!’
Snow fell like a curtain
He started for a journey long
A dangerous quest, even for a man
With spirits high and muscles strong
Up and up, he walked the path
The thick white wall, the mountains high
As he fell and threw the towel
A well-known face, he heard the cry
Once in the bar, he staggered to the Captain
Cold to the heart, coated with snow
Gave him back the burdened book
Collapsed then to the floor so slow
They took him to a bed upstairs
Left him with his grief to cope
His friend came into the room
Left a dream with words of hope
Chorus
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10. |
Dick Darby
06:04
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Oh my name is Dick Darby I'm a cobbler
I've served up me time at ould camp
some call me an ould agitator
but now I'm resolved to repent
CHORUS
with me hammers, me aulds and me pinchers
I worked hard the whole week every day
'till me hands are burning and bleeding
and me capstone is beating away
well me father was hung for sheep stealin'
me mother was burned as a witch
me sister's a dandy houskeeper
and meself is a handy ould switch
CHORUS
well I've travelled for forty long years
all by the contents of me pack
me hammers, me aulds and me pinchers
well I carry them all in me back
CHORUS
well me wife she is humpy she's lumpy
me wife she's the divil, she's black
and whatever I may do with her
her tongue it goes "clickity clack"
CHORUS
It was early one fine summer's morning
a little before it was day
well I dipped her three times in the river
and I carelessly bade her "good day"
CHORUS
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11. |
The Reader/ The School
05:27
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Maalstroom Landsmeer, Netherlands
New composed, very danceable Trad music firmly rooted in Irish, English and Scottish tradition, spiced with a Pan-European
flavor.
Maalstroom is:
Michel Duijves - clarinet & bassclarinet
Paul Pallesen - guitar & bouzouki
Gilles Rullmann – fiddle, guitar & backing vocals
Job Cornelissen - vocals, percussion
Guest:
Jo Freya- vocals, saxophones, whistles
... more
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