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'At Sea' Lyrics

FATHER:
"It's not the being at sea
It's the shore we'd want to watch out for
Through every frontier
Crusaders pour"

SON:
"But what if we drift too far
& what if we're too late?"

FATHER:
"That's going to depend on
What you're hoping to save

As the sea it rises
& the sun it sets
There are no compromises
Let us not forget"

SON: 
"Have you figured out
What we're out here for?
Cause we're not helping anymore"

FATHER:
"What can you free
when nobody believes in that shit anymore?"

SON:
"Guess I've got it in my gut
That we can still do more..."

FATHER:
"You know what the wars are for
You know the money they make?!"

SON:
"Let's give them something to think about
Before we let them take!"

FATHER:
"As the sea it rises
& the sun it sets
There are no compromises
Let us not forget"

SON:
"But there's no use in saying
'that's the way it is
& the way it will always be'

Have you figured out
What we're out here for?
Cause we're not helping anymore..."

At Sea (Rainy Day Demo With Lyrics)©

Arranged & performed by Dylan Walshe © 2009

Recorded by Rosco of Spacemen 


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Dylan Walshe - Lonesome valley - One Take 'Live' Recording Recorded

Thatched cottage in the country for a spell a few years ago and recorded a few bits as a two piece 

2008

2 Much - Dylan Walshe on Drums - A once off recording with G Gallagher on vox & guitar

City Sisters - Dylan Walshe © 

Recorded live in Nashville Tennessee using Jack White's Third Man Records Record Booth in Sept 2014, a refurbished 1947 Voice-o-Graph machine that records up to 2 minutes of audio and dispenses a one-of-a-kind 6" phonograph disc.

Doug Benson (record restorer) then used a 3.7 mil. conical round stylus that he had made for Edison Diamond Discs (made 1911-1929.) to record a file from the vinyl itself as the grooves on the vinyl are extremely shallow.

The song itself was written after a visit from the hospital chaplain while recovering from an accident in hospital in London. The chaplain herself was Irish & she had found me through the hospital log book, so she paid me a visit. I thought her sweet, but I also thought it odd that she had visited me alone because I was Irish. With mixed feelings, on top of thinking I might not be able to play an instrument again, I wrote this song, based on the conversation we had, in an A cappella style:

The Sister she said
Over my sick bed
'Don't we look after our own?'
I went to say
'I don't feel that way
Well, maybe when I'm far from Home...
Many move away 
Forced to part
Got to stand alone
Many lose their way
Fall apart
Too ashamed to turn back home'
I hadn't the heart to tease her faith
I just couldn't say it straight
I had to hesitate...

City Sister's got the doc's sick list
City Sisters do the diaspora twist
Sayin' it's the good Lord you miss
& he's sent you on a heavenly kiss

The Sister she said
'You know you could be dead?
Don't we look after our own?
A little prayer would do
Someone said one for you
Make all your troubles be known
Were you chipping away
Losing heart
Worked down to the bone?
Or did you get away
For a new start
To be rid of your troubles & roam?'
The chaplaincy 
Stood over me
I didn't cross the sea
For praise or pitty
Oh Sister, let me be...

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City Sisters ©

Recorded by Big​ Garden Recordings
eóin murphy 
Bray, Ireland

At 'New Frontiers Of Folk' Mermaid Arts Centre 
Feb 2015

Dylan Walshe - Payday - Mississippi John Hurt

Written By Dylan Walshe
Sung By Emma Lusby
Arranged by Eamonn Karran

Copyright 2015 ©

'Boy Buries Mother' Lyrics

The cats, they are out galloping
Seemingly without a sound
The quiet hills are sitting still
& the horses, they all lay down
But how my heavy heart does wrench
With every grain of sound
As the earth falls in
On where you rest now in the ground

Mother dear, with your voice as clear
Just as if you were still around
It may be that you are, for now
Let them lay you down
I will meet you on the hour
Your presence is to be found
On a silver sandy strand
Or on the winds of some higher ground

I will try to be brave
& remember all your joys
& try to make a man
Out of your little boy
But it’s true, I am afraid
Though I know we all must die
I just hope to feel you near
& for now I must cry

The river banks, they’ve widened
The river bed’s deeper now
Be the water wild or gentle
It must flow to sea somehow
Rivers dry, are carried in the sky
Or they trickle from our brow
You’ve returned to the isle of plenty
& this I must allow


Boy Buries Mother - Demo With Music - See description for details

At Sea - From the forthcoming album 'All Manner Of Ways'

Where Dublin Meets Wicklow (Featuring James Fearnley of The Pogues)

Written and Performed by Dylan Walshe © 2012
For more info see www.DylanWalshe.com  - dylanrwalshe@hotmail.com
Electric guitars, bass, banjo by Ben Walker 
Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Ben Walker; ben@bensroom.co.uk 
http://bensroom.co.uk/

Blind Is Blind (Lyrics)

When she gets rough 
Everyone has to suffer 
And nobody gets more rough than her

Sometimes it pays to wait 
But risk a sealed fate...

Do something good babe 
And take in a stray 
The Blind shouldn't lead the blind 
Is all that you can say...

Blind is Blind 
And your sight, it needs to be clear 
Whether it's blind love 
Or short sighted fear...

Do something good babe 
And take in a stray 
The Blind shouldn't lead the blind 
Is all that you can say...

Ruined- From the forthcoming album 'All Manner Of Ways'

With a debut record released on Nashville's Muddy Roots Records (Live from the Soul Hell Cafe) & limited edition vinyl pressings on Germany's Squoodge Records of Berlin (Blind Is Blind), Dylan is now set to release his debut studio record. The forthcoming record of original songs, 'All Manner Of Ways', will feature guests such as James Fearnley of The Pogues & Andy Gibson of Hank III.

Irish singer-songwriter, Dylan Walshe, is a growing name on the international circuit. Armed with his own blend of Celtic folk blues originals, he also sings traditional songs of the working classes & reinterprets a wide spectrum of songs in his own inimitable style. Dylan is known for his robust guitar playing & warm unique vocal style. Songwriting is his craft, with his lyrics being both insightful & poetic. ​An artist steeped in tradition, but never bound by it. Born & raised in the working class coastal suburbs of Dublin, near the Dublin-Wicklow border, Dylan now resides in Nashville Tennessee.

In recent years, Dylan has been billed alongside such music pioneers as Ralph Stanley, Del McCoury, Ramblin' Jack Elliott & The Skatalites. Many of Dylan's songs are now being recorded for international release by other artists. Flogging Molly also invited Dylan to perform on their punk rock cruise through the Bahamas & those on board performances led to an invite for Dylan to join Flogging Molly on their US/Canadian Spring tour.

Never one to be easily tagged with generic genres, Dylan has been billed for shows representing a wide variety of areas in music as he makes his way through an ever growing international touring schedule.

"Dylan's a wordsmith & a fair chanter, it does my heart good to hear him sing, love his voice and the way he's using it"
Christy Moore

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