Where You Call Home

by rhob cunningham

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I spent the last few months in Paris at the Centre Culturel Irlandais.

Special thanks has to go to Music Network Ireland (www.musicnetwork.ie) for the opportunity to wander each sacred street.

Recorded December 6th - 9th 2015 in the atelier.


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released December 11, 2015

All songs written by Rhob except
Track 6 & 10,
Traditional Works / Author Unknown

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Track Name: Trouble On The Ground
Prices here have tripled
Your son is far from doing fine
There's trouble on the ground here but the sun still shines
There's another war a-comin'
And they're sayin' Thirty years

As another letter disappears


Dear friend,
there's 20 owing and there's 20 more he needs
'Tis nowhere near enough to serve the mouth he feeds
You could say there's cheek in asking
but your boy is wearin' thin
At the cost of war we've seen begin


Could you tell your local Father that we're looking for a turn
It's a favour that we're after with the news I've learned
I've a student heading homeward
with no direction planned
Won't you give him the privilege of a helping hand


This people this city have welcomed as their own
Neither loyal to the thistle nor the royal throne
They're loyal to exclusion won't you help me reel them in
Amid the spread of war we've seen begin


I've a student that I'm teaching, a house back home his aim
The dearly departed who share his name bequeathed it in a will
but there's a contest to the claim
Wont you help,
then suggest he might do the same?


The people, the patrons as I'm holding out my hand
I tell them I'm collecting by the lord's command
There's competition begging
But I've the Angels by my side
So, as long as they're looking, the good lord knows I tried



Fair Brother on the isle, I hear the herring failed to bite
May the harvest from the pastures keep you fed alright
It's a shocking shame the season failed the ship you sent to sea
But, if your fortunes change, friend,
send some to me!


While the Celt-ish steal our saints, the English rifle through our mail,
These inter-county rivalries'll still prevail
Well, I try to keep the peace and pray the people do as well
I shall write you again when there's more to tell


For
Prices here have tripled, your son is far from doing fine
There's trouble on the ground here but the sun still shines
There's another war a-comin'
And they're sayin' Thirty years

As another letter disappears
Track Name: Every Direction Going
I can't source your water, be your diviner
if fire is all you pine for
it's too hot for us at this temperature

in the face of every glacier outside the pantheon
As the sun defies the fact-at-hand that winter should've come
And if you try flying
there's a storm where you call home
every direction going


I can't source the fuel to feed all your fires
I'm tired of who they burn for
it's too hot for us at this temperature


in the face of every glacier outside the pantheon
As the sun belies the fact-at-hand that Summer should be gone
And if you try flying
there's a storm where you call home
every direction going
Track Name: All You Ever
all you ever to need to know
to know what happens next
beats within the beating heart that beats within your chest

calm down
rest for a little minute
or take all the time you need

all you ever to need to know
to know whats still to come
Is looking back at the eyes you're looking from

calm down
look for a little
or take all the time you need

calm down
nest for a little minute
or take all the time you need
Track Name: An Eachtra Tosaigh
An Eachtra Tosaigh

Bhí slabhra ann, bhí slabhra ann

Agus nasc eachtraí san aer,

Is, ag an tús, ba leor an ghreann

Gan bheith ró-chiallmhar fé.

Bhí eochair ann, eochair is glas

Ach cá raibh siad níor léir dúinn.

Nár chaol an seans dúinn briseadh amach,

Nó fiú fiosrú arb h fhiú é?

Nascadh sinn san eachtra tosaigh –

‘Bhfuil ciall leis sin? N’fheadar.

Ach muna bhfuil ann ach ciall folaigh

Braithim fós nasc éigin eadrainn.

Bhí athrú ann, bhí athrú ann

Nach bhfeicfeadh éinne eile,

Na srianta againn á gcoinneáil teann

Is an fána ag éirí rite.
Track Name: Icy Sea
Hear the people calling for a ch-ch-change,
i doubt they're talking money
Rivals reacquainted with the changing rules of pen and paper fools

While an air round here stifles in the freeze, it's a chill still burning from the icy beneath
i've a gun by the pillow, bible by my feet
and my guts're used to trusting both implicitly

there's an air round here, it stifles in the freeze,
it's a furnace burning from the icy sea
and i've alarms on the windows,
sensors on the door and i'm sleeping better than i ever did before

but i wake, honestly, uneasy

Wishing well graffiti writin' T - R - ... why, i doubt they're spelling trouble
Total reinterpretation iss worth a try for bursting any bubble


while an air 'round here stifles in the freeze, it's a chill still burning from the icy beneath
i've a gun by my pillow a bible by my feet and my guts're used to trusting both implicitly

there's an air 'round here, it stifles in the freeze, it's a furnace burning from the icy sea
i've alarms on the windows, sensors on the door and i'm sleeping better than i ever did before

but i wake, honestly, uneasy
Track Name: Seine Song
By a birdbath of Connemara marble,
i watched a girl draw another there
her dress cut black with flowers like Kahlo
the corner of her mouth caught her windstrewn hair
you could hear a tune from a river wedding
the band in bloom and the cameras out
it was something local they were singing
with my rusty french i could just make out

La Nouvelle Ville, c'est pas tranquille
je reconnais que tu es tres gentile
where the hopeless spit and the helpless steal
the deal is split by morning

Under the bridge, up to the water
I never got close to the edge 'til I saw
a tangle of minnows all fighting over
a morsel of bread from the night before
they picked and they pecked
i followed beside them
I shouldn't've checked but most missed the prize
cursing the luck of each interested party
I slipped past a couple lost watching the skies­­­

La nouvelle Ville, c'est pas facile,
je reconnais que tu es tres gentile
where the blusher hides what the cheeks reveal
'n' tries conceal 'til morning

Crossing the path. passing the merchants
wasting their time just by catching their eye
I don't have the room to be hanging such pictures
and having no room seems enough to get by
and so to spears, their cases entombing
L'Quai Branly. I disappear

trumpets, sabres, sceptres, diviners,
a worhsipping fan of Oṣun, our seer

La nouvelle ville, c'est versatile
Je reconnais que tu es tres gentile
Where you fall in apples if you miss your meal
but you'll be all healed by morning

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i slipped in the street, the routes loosen quickly
grabbing the wrist of the first passer-by
they said
"don't break your head, son, it's not worth the trouble
it looks like you're laughing whenever you cry
Just lay down dazed 'til your focusses steady
whatever you thikn they've thought before
I wouldn't go hitting the drink til you're ready
as soon as you start they start offering more"


La nouvelle ville, c'est pas facile
je reconnais que tu es tres gentile

While the Sirens sing to crash your keel
So keep nerves of steel 'til morning