Sabai — What Silly Children, Live at The Longhouse Knockengorroch

Òran Bagraidh

Air Cnoc Bhàrr Sguab

Bragod: voice, lyre
Barnaby Brown: triplepipes
Ben Seal: percussion, Wurlitzer, prophet, programming

Words traditional
Melody by Bragod

Uryen Erechwydd (part B)

Lorcán Mac Mathúna: voice
Barnaby Brown: triplepipes

Words traditional
Melody by Lorcán Mac Mathúna

The song opens with a challenge from a Norwegian price to a Scottish chief.  He calls out in a language similar to Old-English "Faras Domhnall" (where is Domhnall).   

This vivid description of battle was taken from a 12th Century Irish manuscript the Cogadh Gael re Gallaibh (the war of the Irish and the Foreigners). On Good Friday 1014, on the strand of Clontarf just outside Dublin city, a confederation of Norse and Irish warriors faced the Southern Irish King Brian Borumha.

Clontarf

Macgillivray: piano, melodica, voice and lyrics
Josie Duncan: harp, voice
Conor Caldwell: fiddle

Words and melody written by Macgillivray

A love song to the dead possessor of brown hair ringlets . . . the prince in the Oran Bagraidh.  Poet Macgillivray amalgamated the lyrics from several translations of Oran Bagraidh alongside an ancient Gaelic poetic motif of the breath on a shroud shrinking. A lament and a love song in the sense of all tragic love songs being spells or wish charms - often desperate - in this piece, a love song to the death of Galloway Gaelic; the prince personified.

Morning Of Blood

Rody Gorman: voice 
Lorcán Mac Mathúna: voice
Conor Caldwell: fiddle
Gwyneth Glyn: voice
Ben Seal: synthesizer
Pete Smith: Galloway bird recordings

Words by Rody Gorman 
Melody by Lorcán Mac Mathúna

Aililiú Éinín (come down birdy). Such is the salute which Lynchechaun addresses Sweeny as he perched in a tree in the medieval Irish saga, Buile Shuibhne (the Madness of Sweeny). The eponymous Sweeny, was cursed to wander the forests of Ireland and Scotland because he had attacked the monastic community of the cleric, Ronan.

Laoi Na Seilge

Gwyneth Glyn: guitar, voice
Macgillivray: electric autoharp, voice 
Barnaby Brown: pipes, voice
Josie Duncan: harp, voice
Lorcán Mac Mathúna: voice 
Mary-Anne Roberts: clappers, voice 
Katch Holmes: voice
Ben Seal: programming

Langauge: early Welsh

The earliest recorded lullaby in the British Isles and possibly the earliest written poem by woman in the British Isles, it was sometime in the 7th century that Dinogad’s mother sang him these words in the early Welsh of Cumbria, which included Galloway.

Pais Dinogad

Gwyneth Glyn: voice, lyrics,
Lorcán Mac Mathúna: voice
Josie Duncan: voice

Language: Welsh. Irish Gaelic, Scottish Gaelic

Songs of socialising and gossip, shared music and patterns of words in three languages.

Mouthmusic: Migldi Magldi / Ceanabhán Bána / Baile Mo Chridhe / B' Fheàrr Mar A Bha Mi 'n Uiridh

A unique memento of live music recorded in the Celtic Longhouse at Knockengorroch World Ceilidh 2012.

Featuring: Baka Beyond, Rua Macmillan, Bristol Branch, Kuchke, Chandra Mather, Forgotten Works, Modhan, The Late Pioneers, Chris Bradley, Brendan Campbell, Colonel Mustard and Dijon Five, Martyn Wheeler, Blake and Newton, Sabai, Lorraine Maculey and the Borderlands, Fitty Gomash, Sink.

All profits go to Global Music Exchange, the charity formed by Baka Beyond to return royalties to the Baka Forest People www.1heart.org

Knockengorroch Longhouse recordings - Fitty Gomash

Roll On by Ewan McLennan

Keep the bottle going round
Let the whisky flow
A tear for the sober and a health for the road
Chalk up the bow
Play a tune that we all know

Once again we’re gathered here
How the year has spun
Shadows have fallen like a shawl around the sun
And every face I look upon is as new as it is old

Roll on
Roll on
Roll on
Roll on

The girl with the gold and the feathers in her hair
Was down by the water coming up for air
As she rose and she wandered
All the valley sang

The tales that we told in the chalk yellow sun
Are fallen from grace now the nights coming on
Deep down in the blue light
The sky’s rolling in

Roll on etc

Each of us a traveller we’re all just passing through
Soon those shifting winds will see us spinning out of view
Sending us a wandering
Till the next scene unfolds

The marks that these moments lay upon our skin
Wood smoke and the firelight twisting in the rain
We’ll cast them in the river
And watch them as they roll

Roll on etc

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