Night Zephyr

'The Darkest Midnight in December' is an Irish traditional folk carol for Christmas night, after Fr William Devereux, 1728. It is from Fr Devereux's collection of Kilmore Christmas carols, called 'A New Garland'. These Christmas Carols are much more like folk songs.
I used to consider this beautiful Carol, as MY Christmas Carol. I have sung it as a solo during several Christmas concerts when I sang with the choir, 'Tonalis Company of Singers' and the choir 'Choros'. I have also sung it in folk clubs etc.
There are actually quite a few verses, but here I only sing verse 1, first solo acapella and then as a duet with myself with a movable drone and third time as a canon with drones.
This Christmas carol can be found in many Carol books with all the many ornaments actually written into the sheet music, true to the sean noes style from the West of Ireland.

The Kilmore Carols are found only in Wexford, and date back more than 300 years. In 1684 Luke Waddinge, the Roman Catholic Bishop of Ferns, published A Smale Garland of Pious and Godly Songs. The cover inscription continues: "Composed by a devout Man/ For the Solace of his Friends and/ neighbours in their afflictions." The book contained 11 Christmas songs, two of which are still sung in Kilmore today. The texts were new, while the melodies were drawn from various traditional sources.
Waddinge died shortly after his book appeared, but interest in the subject was revived by a Father William Devereux, parish priest of Drinagh, Wexford from 1730-1771 (the current Devereuxes in Kilmore are almost certainly related to this priest). Devereux published A New Garland Containing Songs for Christmas. This included some of his own carols along with a few from Waddinge's collection.

Father R. Ranson, who published an edition of the Devereux book in 1949, claims that "the carols were first sung in a little chapel at Killiane, and tradition seems to indicate that the choir consisted of six men." The chapel in question was "no more than a mud hut".

The carols proved very popular, and manuscript copies quickly spread to neighbouring parishes, including Kilmore. Diarmaid O Muirithe, who has assembled and edited a collection of all the Wexford Carols (The Wexford Carols, Dolmen Press, 1982) observes: "They were sung in most of the churches of south Wexford in the 18th century, and even well into the 19th century. I think it's a great pity that they're now no longer sung outside Kilmore." O Muirithe considers that the church hierarchy in Wexford is to some extent responsible for the carols' decline. "For centuries they had been regarded by the church with a kind of benign tolerance, no more than that."

One priest in Kilmore Quay in the 19th century decided to get rid of the carols altogether and replace them with Victorian hymnody. "But the people in Kilmore decided they wouldn't be banished. The priest was banished instead, because nobody came into the church the next year. The bishop had to transfer him."

The Darkest Midnight in December

The Darkest Midnight in December | Irish Traditional Folk Carol | Marianne Lihannah

My by: Craig Furkas
A Silverpick Production

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(𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯)

We move through life, making choices that seem to matter, though we can't always tell.
And this was me, as though I was running out of time maybe I am or maybe I'm not. But still... here you are

Peace and Stars Mom,
see you in the clouds...


Recorded between May14/15 2023



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Lyrics:


Saw your future in advance 
You took a pose and shot a frame
Drop that picture in the sand
I might get back or sail away

Every fire has spoken
Every made-up broken wall

Here's your future in your face
You become water, fire and breath
Here's your future in the sand
Another you another place

Everyday is stuck and
Everyday is stuck and you roam

Every fire has spoken
Every made-up broken wall

Everyday is stuck and
Everyday is stuck and you roam

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Andrea Ev, May 18th 2021

℗ © Andrea Ev - 2023

Maybe Not (Night Version)

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(Verse) 1:00 - 2:36
Where did it all go wrong and why I am so broken
I've got a lot of words that are left unspoken
I've become submissive and so silent
After I've been pushed all around and about
In the silence of the night there's nothing but lies 
Echoes of betrayal hiding beneath the darkened skies. 
I'm a solitary figure trapped in this living hell
I'm Lost in the shadows where my demons dwell
The memories are like daggers they pierce through my soul, 
In this twisted game I've lost all of my control. 
Every step that I take leads me further astray, 
In this cruel world I've now become the prey.
I used to dance with hope now I stagger in despair 
Caught in the web of fate I'm tangled in my own snare.
I used to soar with dreams, now I'm chained to the ground 
Bound by the shackles of fate's relentless round

(Pre-Chorus) 2:48 - 3:36
Where did things go Wrong!
I've fought this for to long!
You can see how far I've fell
In my Portrait of Hell
Now I just Decay
There's nothing to Delay
I'm sinking until I Drown
Wishing things could be be more Lown
Where did things go Wrong!
I've fought this for to long!
You can see how far I've fell
In my Portrait of Hell
I can only feel Strain
I'm stuck with all this Pain
At this time I feel Numb
Look what I've Become

(Break) 6:30 - 8:06
The Anger burns like a wildfire here in this forsaken land, 
Where were constantly Crushed by the weight of fate's heavy hand. 
I'm a solitary soldier constantly fighting in a war I cannot win, 
It's always been me versus the world which always has a cruel spin.
I scream loud into the abyss, but the silence is my reply, 
I'm now stuck in this landscape where all my hope goes to die. 
At this point in time I just don't see the point
And I have finally gotten to my exact endpoint

I tried (*7)
And I'm so tired

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Cold Hearted

""Birds" is the eighth track on After The Gold Rush. It features no instrumentation other than piano and Young's voice. It's a song of loss, with Young comforting a lover he's about to leave. At just over two-and-a-half minutes long, it's one of the shortest songs on the album, trailing in that honor only "Till The Morning Comes" and "Cripple Creek Ferry."
The song's structure is interesting because the six-line chorus is longer than both four-line verses. It starts with Young reassuring his lover that there will be "another one who'll hover over you beneath the sun." The chorus then paints an image of Young flying away from his "little one," ending with the sweetly spoken yet harsh assurance that "it's over."

It's a beautiful song (though Jimmy McDonough among others feel it was overworked in the studio) that's even more interesting looking at Young's life and career as a whole. He's always shown a penchant for abandoning people, from lovers to friends to bands. It's a notorious aspect of his personality, and one he himself has lamented on many occasion, both in interview and in song, for instance, "Running Dry (Requiem For The Rockets)."

"Birds" can be viewed as another song of Young chronicling his own tendency to burn bridges and leave people behind as he chases his muse. Or, it can be enjoyed simply as a tale of the universal complexities of romantic love".          Songfacts

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HOW CAN I REPRESENT THIS SUBJECT IN AN ABSTRACT WAY?

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Drawing inspiration from a surreal urban cosmic journey, the track titles and melodies unfold like delicate petals, revealing intricate harmonies, lush textures, and understated rhythms. The result is a refined and intimate listening experience, ideal for those drawn to smooth beats and atmospheric nuance. With *Voidpetals Volume 1*, Andxwaves offers a gateway to a world of sophisticated moods and heartfelt expression.

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This Christmas song was born from a desire to inspire hope, empathy, and action.
✨ Let's Make A Change is a call to reach out to those in need, to turn the spirit of Christmas into real actions that make a difference. It speaks of children dreaming of a warm meal, families torn apart, and communities struggling to survive. But above all, it's a celebration of the power of love and solidarity.
Join us in lighting the flame of generosity. This season, let’s remember that the true miracle of Christmas is what we can do together. 🎁
🔔 Enjoy the song and... Let's Make A Change!
Released on major streaming platforms on December 19, 2024.
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Lyrics:

Lights are shining cold tonight
Wars rage on in endless fight
Kids are dreaming of a meal
Christmas time let's make it real

Reach your hands out make a change
Love can spread like brightest flame
Last chance Christmas hear the call
Help our brothers one and all

Families torn by cruel regimes
Freedom's just a distant dream
Sickness holding tight its grip
Can we give a bit more this trip

Reach your hands out make a change
Love can spread like brightest flame
Last chance Christmas hear the call
Help our brothers one and all

Snowflakes falling hearts are calling
We can rise though times are stalling
This season's magic it's in giving
Together we can keep them living

Tiny hands and hungry eyes
Prayers for food under the skies
Christmas whispers one more try
Let's unite and lift them high

Reach your hands out make a change
Love can spread like brightest flame
Last chance Christmas hear the call
Help our brothers one and all

Lift them high
Lift them high
Lift them high
Lift them high

Let it BE Xmas

Let's Make A Change (feat. The Corking Crack Band)

They told me the words would just arrive
But I'm still searching for a line alive
I stitch together threads so thin
Hoping to craft what's never been

A melody loops, a thought returns
The candle flickers, the midnight burns
A mirror of a mirror-so avant-garde
But no one's clapping in the avant-garde!

Is it derivative, or self-aware?
Does the art reflect, or just despair?
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Not someone else's shadowed trail
When do I get to leave my grail?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

Am I a genius? A cliché machine?
Caught between fresh and what's already seen
Every rhyme's been claimed before
I knock, I knock-an unopened door

It's like I'm Sparks pretending to be me
A ghost chasing ghosts in a parody spree
How deep can recursion go, I wonder
Before it tears itself asunder?

The echoes mock, the halls repeat
Every step's another feat
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Recursive lyrics, my head spins on
When do I get to write this song?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

If "My Way" is someone else's way
Can I ever say I've had my say?
If every note's already been sung
Am I chasing shadows all along?

When do I get to claim my place?
To feel the warmth of their embrace?
Will they remember? Will they care?
When do I get to take them there?

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Not just a voice lost in the crowd
When will they hear me, strong and loud?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

When Do I Get to Write That Song?

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Night Zephyr

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