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I’m so over the moon with this gorgeous collaboration. A treat to have Phil play this beautiful Uilleann Pipes (Irish bellow pipes) part! I have also written the music to go with this wonderful poem by Scottish poet Robert Burns. We hope you enjoy our Celtic offering! 😊🎶🎹🎵🎼

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Luckless Fortune (with Philleann on Uilleann Pipes)

So pleased to be collaborating with Finn. I just love his rich, warm, emotive vocals. 
Please follow him @finn_eces

Lyrics - Finn Eces
Music - Phil Dale & Finn Eces
Produced and Mixed by Finn Eces

Photograph by Alexandre Dinaut https://unsplash.com/@alexdinaut

Sung by your Heart

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Sung By Your Heart

Music & Lyrics Phil Dale
Guitar & Vocal Finn Eces @finn_eces

Watch the lyric video https://youtu.be/OD9hOQeyims

The true tale of Charles Byrne, the Irish Giant. (1761–1783)
Charles' "gentle, likeable nature inspired an immense public fondness, and his celebrity life was constantly splashed across the newspapers of the day. Byrne's great height was the result of a then-undiscovered growth disorder.
Byrne was living in London at the same time as the pre-eminent surgeon and anatomist John Hunter. Hunter had a reputation for collecting unusual specimens for his private museum, and Hunter had offered to pay Byrne for his corpse. As Byrne's health deteriorated, and knowing that Hunter wanted his body for dissection (a fate reserved at that time for executed criminals) and probable display, Byrne devised a plan. He made express arrangements with friends that when he died his body would be sealed in a lead coffin and taken to the coastal town of Margate and then to a ship for burial at sea. Byrne's wishes were thwarted and his worst fears realised when Hunter arranged for the cadaver to be snatched on its way to Margate."

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The Irish Giant (feat. Finn Eces)

Music by Philleann
Lyrics by Finn Eces
Performed & Produced by Phil & Finn

Honored to be working with @Philleann on another song. Thank you for sharing your music and trusting me to contribute to it.

Come the Spring

Come The Spring

I've been in awe of Debra Buesking's music for a while, so what a joy and pleasure its been to collaborate with her on this track.  Debra took my simple little composition and dressed it up in the finest of clothes with some beautiful playing.  I was half tempted to release just the piano track!

Composed by Philip Dale & Debra Buesking

https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking

Aysgarth Falls are located in Yorkshire, England

Photo by Zo Razafindramamba - Unsplash

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Aysgarth Falls (feat. Debra Buesking)

With a tip of the hat to Woody...

A huge thank you from Jude and I to Phil (Philleann) for his transformational contribution to this little song:  magical pro soloist, executive producer, mixing engineer, audio consultant, secret backing track enhancer, technical genius and all round lovely chap.  Check out his music here https://soundcloud.com/philleann.     Thanks Phil!

CloudPainter

Hit the ground crawling, seems a thousand years ago,
Ever since been falling down, no place I called home.
Now the tides of time are rising, waters lapping high,
No sense in compromising when you’ve no need for goodbyes.

Would have made peace with the Lord, if only I could find him,
Never did return my calls, guess he’s time a-bidin’.
So I figured as I’m all alone, and ever so shall be,
Grind my boots down to the bone, walking to my destiny.

But I’ll paint the clouds before I go, 
Though where I’m headed heaven knows,
Never prayed for guidance then, too late for it now.
Bloodshot eyes meet rising sun, 
No surprise I’m moving on,
Oftentimes, two can be a crowd.
Guess I was never bound for glory painting clouds.

At my silhouetted bridge of sighs, pause to catch the river air,
Reflecting on a life slipped by, meet my solitary stare.
So I’ll lay me ‘neath the willows at the babbled brook-side edge,
Mossy rock eternal pillow, sand my final bed.

But I’ll paint the clouds before I go, 
Though where I’m headed heaven knows,
Never prayed for guidance then, too late for it now.
Bloodshot eyes meet rising sun, 
No surprise I’m moving on,
Oftentimes, two can be a crowd.
Guess I was never bound for glory painting clouds.

………

But I’ll paint the clouds before I go, 
Where I’m headed the freight train knows,
Distant crying whistle calling softly to me now.
Drenched eyes fall ‘neath setting sun, 
Final call for moving on,
After all, even one can be a crowd.
Guess I was never bound for glory painting clouds.


Photo by NOAA on Unsplash

CloudPainter Feat. Jude and Philleann

Does the world need another Raglan Road?  Yes!!  
So happy and proud to have produced this track with Finn and Debra.  One of my favorite Irish ballads, based on the traditional tune The Dawning of the Day, with words by Paddy Kavanagh.

Vocals - @Finn_Eces
Piano - @Debra_Buesking
Whistles - Philleann

Arranged by Debra, Finn & Phil. 
Mixed and Mastered by Phil

Photo by Mojtaba Mosayebzadeh  via unsplash.com

Raglan Road (feat. Finn Eces & Debra Buesking)

Thank you Annie for this chance to collaborate again, love how this one this came together!! @annie-smart-1

Annie = piano, bass, drums, electric piano
Phil = low whistle, whistle, Uilleann pipes, guitar, and virtual harp.
Mixed and Mastered by Phil.

Atlantic Drift (Annie Smart & Philleann)

So thrilled to have been able to work with the wonderful Suzanne Ledwith @suzanne-ledwith on this song.  What a beautiful and captivating voice!!
I also have to thank Peter @user-264930040 for collaborating with me on the lyrics. He has a masterful way with words, and imbued the lyrics with poetry and life!

The Glimmering Shore

They married in haste on a bright winter’s day 
Knowing the next tide would sail him away 
But he pledged his return come the warmth of the May
 And to wait for him there on the glimmering shore

High masted whaler, fading from view 
Beyond her horizon of shimmering blue 
Steeling her heart, through tearful adieu 
Set to wait for her love by that glimmering shore

May’s softness as swallows came dancing on air 
July blessed her life with his daughter so fair 
Then autumn winds rising, whispering despair 
While she waits for her love on that glimmering shore

Darklings of winter, snow blankets the sand.
 Earth forged to ice, life stripped from the land. 
Daily returning, the horizon to scan 
To wait for her love on that glimmering shore

Weeks swelled to months that folded to years
 Hope’s light expiring, extinguished by fears 
And the salty sea roared and it crashed like her tears
As she waits for her love on that glimmering shore

Like a ship gripped by tempest ne’er to break free
 Her heart imprisoned on a turbulent sea. 
No lighthouse of guidance to lead her to lee. 
She'd wait for her love on that glimmering shore

Vocal - Suzanne Ledwith 
Guitar - Philip Hitt
Lyrics - Philip Dale & Peter Keenan 
Music - Philip Dale

Picture by Lukas Robertson via unsplash.com

The Glimmering Shore (feat. Suzanne Ledwith)

Thanks to Phil for the beautiful inserted flutes. Visit this man full of wonder, inspiration and creativity:
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https://www.instagram.com/philleann.music/
https://soundcloud.com/philleann

A collaboration of the most wonderful kind. Thank you for that!

Video: https://youtu.be/Gp5tshEWPzI


The Story behind...
A woman in her mid-twenties notices something very strange happening to her. Her husband - a simple fisherman - does not return one day from his early morning trip on his fishing boat. She asks the fishermen docked at the harbour for help. Evasively and fearfully, however, they turn their backs on her, and in her helplessness she takes one of the runaway fishermen's boats, not knowing how to steer it. She steers out of the harbour into the open sea, unaware of where her husband might be. Suddenly, the boat's diesel engine goes out and the boat sails shallowly with the current. Beside the waves crashing on the bow, she hears strange voices whispering something to her. "You are a banshee and your husband is cursed. No man who has ever seen a banshee will survive!"

Putting everything into finding her husband, she starts the boat's engine again. Chugging softly at first, then gurgling continuously, it drives her boat further and further away from the shore. Waves as high as houses that never existed in their little fishing village crash up, the sea piles up, rebels with all its might against their advance. The storm is so violent that she holds on to the ropes with all her might. But all that was no use. She was swallowed by a huge wave and thrown into the sea, dragged down into a whirlpool of unconsciousness.

At some point she woke up on a beach that seemed endless. To the right and to the left it seemed to have no end. A small crab dug itself out of the sand at her feet. Lifting her feet to avoid it, she suddenly heard her husband's voice: "I'm long gone!" And there, where just a moment ago the crab was spitting out the little balls of sand, was a skull. It was her husband's. There echoed the words of the stale shells that once spoke to her: "You are a banshee...!"

Since then, she has walked up and down this beach, waiting for her husband to return....

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Banshee (feat. Philleann)

This was a tune I posted briefly in the past but was not happy with it.  Just felt it needed something else.  That something else was violin, and with the help of the amazing Tatiana it now feels complete! @rosindust
Photo by Fabrice Villard via unsplash.com

Violin - Tatiana Makarova
Accordion & everything else - Philleann
Composed by Philip Dale

Wintertide (with Rosin Dust)

Well we have been working on this little number for a while!  
I sent a rough, very basic track to Finn last summer, just some chords really.  @finn_eces weaved his magic, wrote the lyrics, and a song within a song, and sent back this amazing folk-rock opera.  
We spent some time, shooting it back and forth, grappling with it's size, but we finally realised it needed to get bigger or go home.  So we turned to @dairv-dubbleyew and he helped rev it up all the way to 11!!

Music & Production: Finn Eces & Philleann
Electric Guitars: Dairv Dubbeyew
Lyrics: Finn Eces
Mixed: Philleann

Photo by Isaak Alexandre Karslian courtesy of unsplash.com

From a Queen Falls a Crown (Finn Eces, Philleann & Dairv Dubbleyew)

Uilleann Pipes.(sekkepipe),  Whistle and Accordion : Phil Dale https://soundcloud.com/philleann
Piano , Cover design by Debra:  Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
Vocal: Oddrun Eikli
I warmly thank Phil and Debra for this collaboration.
Like most people, I have heard this song many times, read the poem.
 But now I understand the depth of this poem, so sore and fragile. 
Thank you from heart Debra and Phil,  two wonderful musicians. A JOY.

If you need one poem for regrets in your life, then it must be this poem. 

Down by the Salley Gardens was written by W B Yeats (1889), who is generally known as one of Ireland’s greatest poets.

    Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
    She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
    She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
    But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

    In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
    And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
    She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
    But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

 Yeats published the poem in his collection, The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems in 1889. 
In a note on the poem, he said that he was trying to reconstruct an old song he had heard being sung by a woman in the village of Ballisodare in Sligo.

Down by the Salley Gardens was written as a poem and remained that way until 1909 when Herbert Hughes set it to music using the old Irish melody, The Maids of Mourne Shore.

Salley Gardens. Debra Buesking. Philleann. Oddrun Eikli.

This is my first collaboration with the very talented Patrick Zelinski @treblemaker who added some sweet guitar work to this track,  it really brought the track to a whole new level!

Partrick Zelinski - Nylon & Electric Guitars
Philleann - Whistle & Everything else.
Mixed by Philip Dale

Photo by Flo Maderebner

STREAMING LINKS

Hunters Tor (Philleann & Patrick Zelinski)

Music Video
https://youtu.be/YN2kZj_prjQ

Epic Fantasy Collaboration with Brilliant Celtic Instrumentalist and Composer, Philleann! @philleann

Beyond the Gauntlet (Eric Heitmann and Philleann)

Here is traditional tune given a slight twist by the wonderful playing of Martin, with some whistles added by me.  Thanks for the collaboration Martin it was fun!

Rights Of Man - Martin Kirwan collaboration

Now with Uilleann Pipes performed by @philleann!

Iomann Do Phiopai (Hymn For A Bagpiper)feat. Philleann

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVuzoIJAQqY

Composed and Produced by Eric Heitmann and Phil Dale @philleann

Uilleann Pipes, High and Low Whistles performed LIVE by @philleann
Piano, Strings, Percussion performed by @ericheitmann

Isles In The Skye (Eric Heitmann and Philleann)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKFqmuiZ3bQ

Epic Fantasy Soundtrack Collaboration with @Philleann

@Philleann provided the incredible Low/High Whistles and Uilleann Pipe improvisations for the piece.

Elven Realm (Featuring Philleann - Winds)

Another collaboration with the amazingly talented violinist @rosindust

Inspired by medieval romanticism, and the tragic tale of Tristan & Isolde this composition is named after the Celt Princess.

Violin - Tatiana Makarova
Whistle, Ullieann Pipes, Accordion - Philleann
Composed by Philip Dale

Lady Islode

Lady Isolde  (feat. Rosin Dust) Remaster 2024

Composer/Producer blending folk melodies with neoclassical vibes, and cinematic verve, my work is a mix of original compositions and contemporary arrangements of traditional tunes.  I hope you enjoy the music! 

Philleann (pronouced PHILLY-ENN) is a mash up of my name Phil and one of the instruments I play, the Uilleann Pipes.  I also play the Whistle and Accordion.

I'm a Brit now residing in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I'm also a member of Bellow Bridge a traditional celtic folk band.