No Reason

by SixMileBridge

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SixMileBridge is a tiny little hamlet in County Clare, Ireland, that you may notice on your way from Shannon airport on the way to the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher. Or maybe not. Don't blink, you'll miss it. More about why it's special, read on in the "No Reason" album notes...


The Touhy family, Noel and Carmel and their frighteningly over-accomplished children Errol, Ivan, Ethel, and Hazel, run a B&B with breakfast entertainment by the girls, Hazel on the Irish harp and Ethel on concertina. They have putt-putt golf in their massive front property, sheep in the back, and the most magnificent five hundred year old tomb, get this, in their driveway. It's like a vehicle in the four car parking spot. The image of a child's bicycle toss against it is like time travel, the movement of our civilization, more analogies than I can articulate.

During the making of this record I lost my younger brother to cancer. He was twenty-five years old. I poured my sorrow into creating the collage poster for the original CD package. With the help of Jay Ford it remains one of my favorite pieces of my life. It consists entirely of my photographs from Ireland, Scotland and England, a stone theme with most all the images from either cemeteries or the remains of Roman and Rennaisance structures. I hope you enjoy the photos.

We had bid farewell to Wolf and wished him success in his new endeavour, and welcomed Frances' future husband, Sean. He was a phenomenal addition to the sound and feel of the group. Having grown up at his dad's Irish bar in Manhattan, he added a little more edge and we loved it.

Thanks to Dave Blanton for sitting in with us, a very solid contribution.

Musically, No Reason is more aggressive, to the extent that ever appealed to us. So really rockin stuff here....

credits

released June 2, 1999

Maggie Drennon, vocals, violin, bass
Anders Johansson, guitars, bass, vocals
Frances Cunningham, bouzouki, mandolin, vocals, french horn
Sean Cunningham, Irish flute, whistles, vocals, bagpipes, Irish pipes
Dave Blanton, drums

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Maggie Drennon New York, New York

Maggie Drennon is a premiere voice in Celtic singing, a long standing influence in folk music. She was a founding member of Ceili's Muse in 1989, and SixMileBridge in 1997

Now, with a solo performance that is meaningful yet lighthearted, she is deeply devoted to sharing Celtic traditions with American audiences.

Most importantly she brings us the soaring voice that will inspire your heart!
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Track Name: Thousands Are Sailing
thousands are sailing

by phil chevron

the island it is silent now but the ghosts still haunt the waves
and the torch lights up a famished land that fortune could not save
did you work upon the railway did you rid the streets of crime
were your dollars from the white house were they from the five and dime
did the old songs taunt or cheer you or do they still make you cry
did you count the months and years or did your teardrops swiftly dry
oh no says he twas not to be on a coffin ship i came here
and i never even got so far that they could change my name

thousands are sailing across the western ocean
to a land of opportunity that some of them will never see
fortunes prevailing across the western ocean
their bellies full their spirits free
they'll break the chains of poverty and they'll dance…

in manhattan's desert twilight in the death of afternoon
we stepped hand in hand on broadway like the first men on the moon
and the blackbird broke the silence as he whistled it so sweet
and in brendan behan's footsteps we danced up and down the street
then we said goodnight to broadway giving it our best regards
tipped our hats to mr cohen dear old times squares favorite bard
then we raised a glass to jfk and a dozen more besides
when i got back to my empty room i suppose i must have cried

thousands are sailing again across the ocean
the hand of opportunity draws tickets in our lottery
postcards we're mailing of starry skies and oceans
from rooms that daylight never sees
where lights don't glow on christmas trees but they'll dance…

thousands are sailing again across the ocean
the hand of opportunity draws tickets in our lottery
wherever we go we celebrate the land that makes us refugees
from fear of priests with empty plates
from guilt and weeping effigies but we'll dance, and we'll dance…
Track Name: Wild Mountain Thyme
wild mountain thyme

oh the summer time is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming
and the wild mountain thyme grows around the purple heather
will you go lassie go?

and we'll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme
all around the purple heather, will you go lassie go?

i will build my love a bower by yon clear and crystal fountain
and on it i'll place all he flowers of the mountain
will you go lassie go?

and if my true love, he won't go, i shall surely find no other
to pull wild mountain thyme all around the purple heather,
will you go lassie go?
Track Name: Come Out You Black and Tans / Bus Stop Reel
Come Out Ye Black and Tans

I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat
And the loving English feet walked all over us,
And every single night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

(chorus) Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.

Come tell us how you slew
Them ol' Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them damn natives to their marrow.

(chorus) Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.


Come let us hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell,
When you thought him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the sneers and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

(chorus) Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.


Oh, come out ye English Huns
Come out and fight without yer guns
Show yer wife how you won medals up in Derry
Ye Murdered Free Young Men,
And you'll do the same again
So get out and take yer bloody army with ye

(chorus) Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.
Track Name: Easy and Slow
EASY AND SLOW, Dominic Behan? circa 1955?

It was down by Christ Church that I first met with Annie
A neat little girl and not a bit shy
She told me her father had come from Dungallen
And would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye

And what's that to any man, whether or no
Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true
As I lifted her petticoat, easy and slow
And I tied up my sleeve for to buckle her shoe

In city or country, a girl is a jewel
And well made for holding, the most of the while
But any young fellow is really a fool
If he tries at the first time to go a bit far

We wandered by Thomas Street, down to the Liffey
The sunlight was gone, and the evening grew dark
Along Whitemans Bridge, and by God in a jiffy
My arm was around her, beyond in the park

CHORUS

If you chance for to go the town of Dungannon
You can search till your eyeballs are empty and blind
Be you sitting or walking or sporting or standing
Another like Annie you never will find
Track Name: Among the Living
Gunshots shatter in the peace of night
Just another fire fight
For the people of this little town
But for the dying soldier
Well he's feeling ten years older
As he's lying face down on the ground
All the words that are in his head
And all the words his mother said
As she would put him to bed back home

CH
Your daddy well he died in the Falklands
Fighting for another man's cause
And your brother he was killed in the Last War
And your mother well she's lying home alone

Every day she sees your face
On the picture on the fireplace
With your brother as he was leaving school
Then a day came five years ago
You said, "Mother, I need to know"
And you spoke the words your brother spoke before
"I seen the things my Daddy's done
And I've seen the medals that he's won
And I know that this is what he would have wanted for me. "

CH

Now she wonders at it all
Just in whose name do these brave young heroes fall
And how many more are going to answer that call
They're going to fight and die in another country's war
They're going die for a religion they don't believe in at all
They're die in a place they should never've been at all
Oh, never've been at all

CH
Track Name: Gallipoli / Hector the Hero
gallipoli / hector the hero

i remember the day, it stands clear in my mind
we stood down at dun laoghaire to wave you goodbye
your ma quietly weeping, there was a tear in my eye
as they sent you to gallipoli to die

you looked so young as you stood there, the glint in you eye
and you sang the rebel songs as the streamers flew high
you were only eighteen, yet your mommy and i
let you go to gallipoli to die

chorus
you were all that we had, your mommy and me
when you marched with the rest you were proud as could be
and it killed you poor ma and it slowly killed me
when you were blown to kingdom come on the shores of gallipoli

we only got the one letter and we knew right away
it said "deepest regrets, your son was bold and he was brave"
your ma turned away and i heard her cry
"god, they sent you to gallipoli to die"

you fought for the wrong country, you died for the wrong cause
and your ma often said that it was ireland's great loss
all those brave young men who marched to foreign shores to fight the wars
when the greatest war of all was at home.
Track Name: Rising of the Moon / Reconciliation
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

[Chorus:]
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gath'rin is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token, whistle out the marchin' tune
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

[Chorus:]

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

[Chorus:]

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hoorah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

[Chorus:]
Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
Track Name: Restless Farewell
restless farewell

oh all the money that in my whole life i did spend, be it mine right or wrongfully
i let it slip gladly to my friends to tie up the time most forcefully
but now the bottles are done, we've killed each one, and the table's full and overflows
and the corner sign says it's closing time, so i'll bid farewell and be down the road

oh every boy that ever i touched, i did not do it harmfully
and every boy that ever i hurt, i did not do it knowingly
but to remain as friends you need the time to make amends and stay behind
and since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, and bid farewell and be
down the line

oh every foe that ever i faced, the cause was there before we came
and every cause that ever i fought, i fought it full without regret or shame
well the dark does die as the curtain is drawn, and somebody's eyes must meet the dawn
but if i see the day i'd only have to stay, so i'll bid farewell in the night and be gone

oh a false clock tries to tick out my time, to disgrace, distract and bother me
and the dirt of gossip flows into my face, and the dust of rumors covers me
but if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce thought dust
no matter how thick
so i'll make my stand and remain as i am, and bid farewell and not give a damn

oh every thought that's strung a knot in my mind, i might go insane if it couldn't be
sprung
but it's not to stand naked under unknowing eyes, it's for myself and my friends my
stories are sung
but the time isn't tall, if on time you depend, and no word is possessed by no special
friend
and though the line is cut, it ain't quite the end, i'll just bid farewell till we meet again
and though the line is cut, it ain't quite the end, i'll just bid farewell till we meet again.