Electric Light Orchestra Fire On High Lyrics
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Electric Light Orchestra Fire On High Lyrics

The waterboys an appointment with mr yeats lyrics
THE WATERBOYS present AN APPOINTMENT WITH MR YEATS

Lyrics by WB Yeats

adapted for song by Mike Scott

Produced by Mike Scott & Marc Arciero

Music written by Mike Scott

except Sweet Dancer & White Birds by Freddie Stevenson & Mike Scott Mad As The Mist And Snow & September 1913 by Mike Scott & Steve Wickham The Faery's Last Song by Mike Scott & Katie Kim

Musical arrangements by Mike Scott

Manuscripting by Mike Scott & Steve Wickham Additional manuscripting: Sarah Allen, Simon Wallace & Blaise Margail

Recorded at Kore, Music Room, Sofa and Studio 3, March - June 2011 Mastered by Dick Beetham at 360 Mastering, London Recording engineers: George Apsion, Finne Eiles, Jim Duguid Assistant at Kore: Tariq Zaid al-Nasrawi

Published by Global Music except Mad As The Mist And Snow & September 1913

by Global Music / Blue Mountain Music

Recording Project Manager: Philip Tennant

Special thanks to Mary Conneely of Spiddal, Co Galway, Ireland, who in 1990 gave me the volume of Yeats' complete poems (the Finneran edition, Gill & MacMillan, 1984) from which I worked throughout this project ~ Mike Scott

Thank you Janette Campbell Scott, Paul Charles, John Dunford, Nick Robinson, Marc Anderson, Ruby Ashley, Ash Soan, Simon Wallace, Paige O'Neill Gunderson, Ian Barrett, James Maddock, Brenda Lillywhite, Richard Wootton, Jeremy Whelehan, Mary McCarthy, Rob Walpole, Darryl Downey, John Kelly, Bernadette O'Neill, Fiach Mac Conghaile, Philip King, Norman Verso, Paul Keogan, Sean Pagel, Martin Brennan, Neil Mahony, Martin Herbert, Robin Leggett, Rachel Sullivan, Heidi Wickham, Pascal Maher, Jim Meehan, John McIvor, Benji Rogers, Hamil Malekkhili 1.THE HOSTING OF THE SHEE

The host is riding from Knocknarea and over the grave of Clooth-na-bare Caoilte tossing his burning hair, Niamh calling Away, come away Away, come away Away....Away....

The winds awake, leaves whirl around Our cheeks are pale, our hair unbound Our breasts a-heave, our eyes a-gleam Empty your heart of its mortal dream!

The host is riding from Knocknarea and over the grave of Clooth-na-bare Caoilte tossing his burning hair, Niamh calling Away, come away Away, come away Away....

Away....

Our arms a-wave, our lips apart and if any should gaze upon our band we come between him and the hope of his heart we come between him and the deed of his hand!

The host is riding from Knocknarea and over the grave of Clooth-na-bare Caoilte tossing his burning hair, Niamh calling Away, come away Away, come away Away....Away....

Adapted from Yeats' poetry book The Wind Among The Reeds, 1899
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Knocknarea: a strange hill overlooking the coastal lands of County Sligo Clooth-na-bare, Caoilte, Niamh: legendary figures from the dawn of Ireland

(instruments in order of appearance) Keyboards, effects, programming: Mike Scott Orc-drums: Ralph Salmins Earth Resonator: Marc Arciero Electric Guitar, Virtual Horns: Mike Scott Sax: Kate St John Trombone: Blaise Margail Fiddle: Steve Wickham Flute: Sarah Allen Etheric Strings: James Hallawell Voices: Mike Scott Voice: Katie Kim Virtual Mountain Horn: Mike Scott Outro Electric Guitar (damped on right): Joe Chester Outro Electric Guitar (fuzzed on left): Mike Scott

2.THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS

I went out to the hazel wood

because a fire was in my head and cut and peeled a hazel wand and hooked a berry to a thread and when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out I dropped the berry in a stream and caught a little silver trout

When I had laid it on the ground I went to blow the fire aflame but something made a rustling sound

and someone called me by my name It had become a glimmering girl with apple blossom in her hair who called me by my name and ran and faded through the brightening air

Though I am old with wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands I will find out where she has gone and kiss her lips and touch her hands and walk among long dappled grass and pluck, till time and times are done, the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun

From The Wind Among The Reeds, 1899 Aengus (pronounced Engus): the Irish god of youth, beauty and poetry

Electric Piano, Flute Organ, Voice: Mike Scott Keyboard riffs: James Hallawell Drums: Ralph Salmins Earth Resonator: Marc Arciero Voice: Katie Kim 12-string Acoustic Guitar: Mike Scott Flute: Sarah Allen Tambourine: Ralph Salmins

3.NEWS FOR THE DELPHIC ORACLE

There all the golden codgers lay There the silver dew And the great water sighed for love and the wind sighed too Man-stealer Niamh leant and sighed by Oisin on the grass There sighed amid his choir of love tall Pythagoras Plotinus came and looked about the salt flakes on his breast and having stretched and yawned awhile lay sighing.......like the rest

Straddling each a dolphin's back and steadied by a fin those innocents relive their death, their wounds open again The waters laugh because their cries are sweet and strange The dolphins plunge until in some cliff-sheltered bay, where wades the choir of love, they pitch their burdens off

Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripped, Peleus on Thetis stares Her limbs are delicate as an eyelid Love has blinded him with tears But Thetis' belly listens Down the mountain walls from where Pan's cavern is intolerable music falls Foul goat-head, brutal arm appear Belly, shoulder, bum flash fishlike; nymphs and satyrs copulate in the foam

Adapted from Last Poems, 1939 Niamh, Oisin: legendary figures from the dawn of Ireland Pythagorus, Plotinus: ancient Greek philosophers Peleus: a hero of ancient Greece, the father of Achilles Thetis: a sea nymph of ancient Greece, bride of Peleus Pan: Greek god of nature and the wild

Organ, Voice: Mike Scott Flute
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