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Macbeth Act 1, Scene 1

Macbeth Act 1, Scene 2

Macbeth Act 1, Scene 3

Macbeth Act 1, Scene 5

11November

Adapted from poems by WB Yeats, Patrick Kavanagh and Derek Mahon and set to music. On 25th May, I will be voting YES to repeal the 8th amendment to the Irish constitution.

Honey Bees

Love song in the voice of a bride the morning she's getting married. I wrote this for my little sister's wedding.

Song Evelyn O'Connor
Keyboards Kenneth Keary
Guitars Enda Dempsey
Cello Péter Sébestyn
Bass Paddy Jordan

Produced, recorded and mixed by Paddy Jordan at www.paddyjordanrecording.com. 

Morning Bells
         
It’s morning, the day’s here at last              
But the heat just won’t work and there’s rain on the glass     
So I put on my dress that I bought in a sale … 
Steady my ship and slowly exhale
Jump on the tube with my purse and my phone           
And a buzz of excitement though I’m far from home because

You’re the one - you the one      
Dah na na nah na na nah na na nah x2

You’re nervous I can see by your face         
But the moment is here and we’re in the right place                               
So we shut out the wind and quiet descends
It’s a cliché worth risking that you are the friend I turn 

To the one - you the one 
Dah na na nah na na nah na na nah x2

 
From this day forth our futures combine
From this day forth you will always be mine
From this day forth for better or worse
We obey the gravitational force of our love… 

It’s morning, the day’s here at last 
But the heat just won’t work and there’s rain on the glass                             
So we shut out the wind and quiet descends
It’s a cliché worth risking that you are the friend I turn 

To the one - you the one 
Dah na na nah na na nah na na nah x2

The Lake

Morning Bells

Written in 1994, recorded in 2019 #nevertoolate
I wrote and sang this at a school talent competition. Guy in my class spent the last two years calling me psycho instead of Evelyn. I got quite fond of hearing his daily greeting 'howya psycho' ;-)

Song Evelyn O'Connor
Guitars Enda Dempsey
Bass Paddy Jordan

Produced, recorded and mixed by Paddy Jordan at www.paddyjordanrecording.com

Psycho

Go through, the motions of the things I do every day
Turn on the radio, hum a tune and enter the fray,
It’s not like me and Jill haven’t climbed this hill many times before
There’s nothing new in what we do forevermore

Help me to change me for better or worse
Help me to change me, lift this curse

So I’m trapped in this never changing life in this ever changing world
And I’m trapped with this life I have to lead to be an ordinary girl

Help me to change me for better or worse
Help me to change me lift this curse

One more psycho won’t effect the balance of your tame life
One more psycho shouldn’t kill you or cause you unnecessary strife

Em7th                    Em5th              D               A           Em – Em5th
Unless the psycho has it in for everything you’re supposed to stand for
Does the psycho feel the need to kill this ordinary girl
Does this psycho feel the need to kill this ordinary girl

Psycho

Melody and vocals Evelyn O'Connor

Lyrics adapted from 3 poems:

The Stare's Nest at my Window, WB Yeats
A Disused Shed in Co. Wexford, Derek Mahon
The Great Hunger, Patrick Kavanagh

Keyboards Kenneth Keary
Guitars Enda Dempsey
Cello Péter Sébestyn
Bass Paddy Jordan

Produced, recorded and mixed by Paddy Jordan at www.paddyjordanrecording.com

Written by Evelyn O'Connor

Song/vocal Evelyn O'Connor
Keyboards Kenneth Keary
Guitars Enda Dempsey
Cello Péter Sébestyn
Bass Paddy Jordan

Lyrics
The warm grey house sleeps as my need awakes
I go to seek the water, seek the lake.
 
Red sun glints upon my skin
Breathe the quiet air and dive right in
Soft green water murky on my limbs
No-one but the birds to watch me swim

The warm grey house sleeps as my need awakes
I go to seek the water, seek the lake.

Cleanse the yellow dust of solid ground
This weightlessness I need is what I’ve found
The sky above is clear as I dive in   
Every movement strengthening my limbs

The warm grey house sleeps as my need awakes
I go to seek the water, seek the lake.

And when the cold seeps to my bones
Buried parts of me break free and roam
Wash them from my heart where they were stones
This is how I live and do not drown…

The warm grey house sleeps as my need awakes
I go to seek the water, seek the lake
The warm grey house sleeps as my need awakes
I go to seek the water, seek the lake.

Cover of Carpenter's song. I learnt this to sing it as the wedding of a close friend's Mum and her long term partner.

evelynoconnor

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