Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Speechless Covers

This amazing talent has the power to have me in tears by 3 minutes 30 seconds and put my own version of No Surprises back into the cupboard. Her voice is soaring, enchanting and powerful. I hope she does not mind my sharing her talent with the few who look at this little blog.

A little gem from Alice beautifully interpreted

Just stumbled across Waitswatcher while looking for Tom Waits' Little Drop of Poison on YouTube. The guy is a master. Check him out at http://www.youtube.com/user/waitswatcher


Monday, May 26, 2008

brush the cobwebs of the moon

I believe this was written partly for Noah Yorke. How beautiful. I've just animated it here as I wanted Conor to hear it and I didn't really know what images to put with it.

My animation is based on a quick interpretation of the opening and closing parts of Camus' Caligula

We are accidents waiting waiting to happen

i am st ill a live ch~rg

Too New York For Cork

There's a walk you gotta have to escape with your life in some parts of this City. Happily striding to Hercules' Theme is too New York for Cork.

"Hey yeooo!", he yells from the other side of the street wid his skanger mates. He's a skanger too. "You're a langer!" He tells me this while giving me de middle finger, gesticulatorily that is not literally. He thinks I'd like it literally though.

There's a walk you used to have to have called "the gatch", this was a way of arching backwards shoulders broadened, which said, "don't mess wid me boy". Maybe it was a way of keepin' yer arse outta trouble.

I better practise it or I may never make it to Hercules and Love Affair in the Academy Dublin on Sunday. Lot of Blind people walking the streets.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

To Make You Feel My Love

Thanks Luka. This would have been impossible without friends like you.
You brought me a piece of Dylan.

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If it be Your Will

If it be Your Will

That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

If it be your will.