Such a beautiful song.  A really well written tune and a lovely collaboration.

@user-678450562: ah thank you my friend, from the three of us. :)

Wonderful collaboration! Enjoyed it very much!

Beautiful song!  Your vocals on this song are so comforting.  

missed this one Peter --sad and sweet   sure doesn't hurt to have Phil doing an ace job on tin whistle!

Just like David writes here, one listen is not enough, as your "seemingly" simple songs, have so many more levels, which invite thought, enjoyment and fascination with your skill with poetry for the incredibly descriptive, meaningful and beautiful lyrics ;)

Philleann+  Collaborations with fellow Soundcloud artists!

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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)

Progressive funk rock by the Dragonsail Puppets

Generous Sun

Go Ahead

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

Waves

Words and Music by Roger Whittlesey. Guitar solo by Steve Marchena.
Watch the music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kb9cJWH64t4
If you like it, please subscribe to my YouTube channel and I'll follow you back.

Some Things Never Change

Written/Produced by: R.J Dobben (RoTen)
Released on: 7/29/2021


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Living Waters

From the album (Parenthèse) 10 tracks in 1 by Imre Lodbrog et sa Petite Amie
music.apple.com/us/album/parenthèse-ep/1562536622

DAYTIME NIGHTIME
SUMMER TIME OR WINTER TIME
HARD TO TELL
IN THIS CONCRETE HELL
JUST LIKE A SHADOW IN A CLOUD
INSIDE THE SOLITARY CROWD
I CHOKE

FEELING ACTING
HAVING SEX OR LOVING
HARD TO TELL
IN THIS BROADWAY HELL
JUST LIKE AN ACTOR ON THE BLINK
I KEEP HAVING ANOTHER DRINK
A SMOKE

OH BABY
LET’S TAKE A BREAK FROM THE CITY
LET’S GET AN ASS OR A DONKEY
LET’S BUY A HOUSE IN THE COUNTRY
LOVE IN THE OPEN AIR

DAFFODILS BUTTERFLIES
CATTERPILARS IN DISGUISE
IT’S HARD TO TELL 
IN THIS HEAVEN SHELL
SO GOOD TO BE BACK ON THE EARTH
IT FEELS LIKE JUST A SECOND BIRTH
ALRIGHT

OH BABY
LET’S TAKE A BREAK FROM THE CITY
LET’S GET A GOOSE AND A MONKEY
LET’S BUY A HOUSE IN THE COUNTRY
LOVE IN THE OPEN AIR

WHEN YOU’RE ABOUT TO CRACK UP
AND YOU’RE FEELING SO LOW DOWN
ONLY A LITTLE SHACK CAN
PUT YOU BACK ON THE RIGHT TRACK

OH BABY
LET’S TAKE A BREAK FROM THE CITY
LET’S PLAY IT COOL HAVE IT FUNKY
LET’S HAVE A HOME WITHOUT A KEY
LET’S BUY A HOUSE IN THE COUNTRY

A HOUSE IN THE COUNTRY (Lyrics + link) From the album (Parenthèse) + Barbara Browning

Something to relax to or maybe cook to, your choice. Enjoy my friends.

Written, performed and recorded by Greg Hurley

Relax

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)

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.

02. Every Song For You (1)

a dance between. get in touch with the inner light

ROSE & GOLD

and we're not that strong
broken down again
and we're not that strong
then I cry again
but I want you to be stronger
make me stop this cry, any longer
and I hold her
and I send a problem to you
just because I can't solve it all
so i dress like i'm the biggest boy in the world
and so we buy some expensive one
and we're not strong enough to handle all the problem of love
we're not strong enough
god, don't look at me
overestimated
i'm not strong enough
promise broken
we're not strong enough
promise broken
to wing that broken

We’re not that strong

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.

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