Dan Jones:
acoustic guitar

Zach Schneider:
tenor guitar, flute, tin whistle, mandolin, organ, triangle, tingsha bells, bell, tambourine, egg shaker

Wubbubb Bwoop

Dan Jones:
McNally Strumstick dulcitar

Zach Schneider:
Burke tin whistle, Gold Tone tenor guitar, sleigh bells, tambourine, triangle, tingsha bells, bodhran, madal, frame drum, egg shaker, claves

Yaya Bubba Strump

The Pagan Year

Beltane Song

A very famous Irish jig, played by many..... :-)

Morrison's Jig

The Price

Price is always changing
I'll never get it paid 
Rises right around the time 
I think I've got it saved 
You see the price blazing,
blazing in my eyes:
Figures like the shadows 
that are thrown by fire

You see the toll in the centre of my brow 
Regret - you old knower - how freedom frightens me
I know my way around you, 
I know I do not wish to leave 
I know my way around you 
I know I do not wish to leave

Guilt, my oldest lover;
How newness unnerves me 
The heart a freedom fighter 
that has no wish to win
Under all new wishes, 
I know I do not wish to leave
I know my way around here 
and newness seems like disease

You see the toll 
in the centre of my brow...
Regret - you old knower - how freedom frightens me
I know my way around you 
I know I do not wish to leave
I know my way around you 
I know I do not wish to leave

My conscience - my decider
My heart - bellowing freedom-fighter

Price is always changing 
I'll never get it paid...


The Price

Nyth Y Gwcw/ The Cuckoo's Nest

Running
I pick up my speed
The hands of the sun
snatch at me through the trees 
My shadow goes ahead of me
Burning cold
Burning cold, she is

This is how I unravel 
The sun a-parallel to me 
Blades of sand are flying 
The sculptor working his blade
Burning cold 
Burning cold, he is

I put my legs on automatic 
and travel expanses 
across the land and the mindscape 
Built to run

And out here there's a holy harmony 
I drape it around me 
My voice finds it like
my foot finds a solid hold 
And out here demons desert my mind 
- their messages are like papers 
that I can burn now,
old letters from old enemies

Desire, the fire lit under me
The world set spinning as I run 
We have to learn to be what we are 
and hook up to some other power 
Burning cold 
Burning cold, it can be

The cells a spread of stars now 
Our blood is effervescent, yes.
I'm travelling at the speed of blood
with fire licking at my heels.
Burning heat
Burning heat within 

I put my legs on automatic 
and travel expanses 
across the land and the mindscape 
Built to run

And out here there's a holy harmony 
I drape it around me 
My voice finds it like
my foot finds a solid hold 
And out here demons desert my mind 
- their messages are like papers 
that I can burn now,
old letters from old enemies

I snake like sand 
along the vacant shore 
and throw all ill-luck 
to the cleansing fire 
I snake like sand 
along the vacant shore 
and throw all ill-luck 
to the cleansing fire 

Evil had me by the ears 
then let go and I up and ran

Evil had me by the ears 
then let go and I up and ran

Evil had me by the ears 
then let go and I up and ran

Evil had me by the ears 
then let go and I up and ran

Up and Ran

A tune by Kathy & David Blackwell. I found this in a Fiddle beginners book.

Patricks Reel

Orange in Bloom is a lovely Waltz which is also sometimes used for Cotswold Morris in the Sherborne and Ascot-Under-Whychwood traditions. This is the waltz version of the tune, featuring the mellow sound of a Treble Recorder mixed with the more commonly heard Descant Recorder.

Little Miss Folkie

Orange In Bloom

From my new album "Ghost Music", out now at:

https://michaelplater.bandcamp.com/album/ghost-music-2

Your Family Ghosts

A mixture of  traditional folk tunes, and my own music. Instrument's of choice are Bouzouki, Bodhran, Banjo, Mandolin with the Tenor Guitar. 
 https://youtube.com/@davidmcgowan103

Patricks Reel

David McGowan