<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479</id><updated>2009-12-23T15:30:53.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'>en los siete bosques</title><subtitle type='html'>Un programa de radio sobre la musica folk de los paises celtas. Desde la Patagonia Argentina. FM Alas 89.1 Mhz - El Bolsón. www.fmalas.org</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-1239934618345701297</id><published>2009-12-23T07:45:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:30:53.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 23 de Diciembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SzJhYRVmjMI/AAAAAAAAATs/mlbPL4pnPdQ/s1600-h/seamus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SzJhYRVmjMI/AAAAAAAAATs/mlbPL4pnPdQ/s400/seamus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418500371278892226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El programa de hoy, dedicado a mi gran amigo Seamus (de Sheffield, Inglaterra) y a su hermoza familia. Nos conocimos 1998, en Co.Donegal en un hostel llamado &lt;a href="http://www.corcreggan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corcreggan Mill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Desde ese entonces nos vimos realmente muy pocas veces mas (una?) en Buenos Aires, pero siempre estamos en contacto vía email. Seamus, todo el tiempo me manda CDs. En estos tiempos, en los que el Euro está tan caro para nosotros en Argentina, su aporte es INVALORABLE para el programa (y para mi principalmente!) GRACIAS SEAMUS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La música de hoy, es una selección de algunas de las cosas que él me envió en todos estos años...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAU&lt;/span&gt; (14'41) (2008) The Long Set&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENTANGLE &lt;/span&gt;(06'41) (1969) Hunting Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFuxq_J1VuA&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFuxq_J1VuA&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KRIS DREVER &lt;/span&gt;(04'04) (2006) Braw Sailin' on the Sea&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NORTH CREGG &lt;/span&gt;(04'08) (2003) The Recruited Collier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the matter with you, me lass, and where's your dashing Jimmy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Them soldier boys have picked him up and taken him far from me&lt;br /&gt;Last pay-day he went into town and them red-coated fellows,&lt;br /&gt;Enticed him in and made him drunk, and he'd better gone to the gallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very sight of his cockade, it sets us all a-cryin', And me, I nearly fainted twice - I thought that I was dyin'&lt;br /&gt;Me father said he'd pay the smart and he'd run for the Golden Guinea,&lt;br /&gt;But the sergeant swore he'd kissed the book, so now they've got young Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jimmy talks about the wars, it's worse than death to hear him.&lt;br /&gt;I must go out and hide me tears, because I cannot bear him.&lt;br /&gt;A Brigadier or a Grenadier he says they're sure to make him,&lt;br /&gt;So now he jibes and cracks his jokes and bids me not forsake him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked o'er yon stubbled field - below where runs the seam,&lt;br /&gt;I think on Jimmy hewing there, but it was all a dream.&lt;br /&gt;He hewed the very coils we burn, so when this fire I'm leetin',&lt;br /&gt;To think the lumps was in his hands - it sets me heart a-beating'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So break me heart and then it's o'er, oh break me heart, me dearie,&lt;br /&gt;As I lie in this cold, cold bed, of a single life I'm weary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO: un clásico interpretado por los North Cregg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9YOXt3O4H0&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9YOXt3O4H0&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTY MOORE &lt;/span&gt;(04'29) (2009) gortatagort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6C5pP-GbQtQ&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6C5pP-GbQtQ&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEVIN BURKE &lt;/span&gt;(03'38) (1978) Caisleán Na Nór-Bobby Casey's Hornpipe&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SETH LAKEMAN &lt;/span&gt;(03'15) (2006) Band of Gold&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE IMAGINED VILLAGE &lt;/span&gt;(04'53) (2007) Cold Hailey, Rainy Night [EP Remix by Stabilizer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QC2av7-_Ik&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QC2av7-_Ik&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNTHANKS&lt;/span&gt; (04'05) (2009) The Testimony Of Patience Kershaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmhACB1ZPQM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmhACB1ZPQM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurrying"&gt;Acá hay un artículo&lt;/a&gt; (en Inglés) sobre la historia de esta canción.&lt;br /&gt;Esta versión de la letra la tomé del EXELENTE sitio &lt;a href="http://mudcat.org/"&gt;The Mudcat Café&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=2574"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;TESTIMONY OF PATIENCE KERSHAW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Frank Higgins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good of you to ask me, Sir, to tell you how I spend my days&lt;br /&gt;Down in a coal black tunnel, Sir, I hurry corves to earn my pay.&lt;br /&gt;The corves are full of coal, kind Sir, I push them with my hands and head.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't lady-like, but Sir, you've got to earn your daily bread. &lt;p&gt; I push them with my hands and head, and so my hair gets worn away.&lt;br /&gt;You see this baldy patch I've got, it shames me like I just can't say.&lt;br /&gt;A lady's hands are lily white, but mine are full of cuts and segs.&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm pushing all the time, I've got great big muscles on my legs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I try to be respectable, but sir, the shame, God save my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I work with naked, sweating men who curse and swear and hew the coal.&lt;br /&gt;The sights, the sounds, the smells, kind Sir, not even God could know my pain.&lt;br /&gt;I say my prayers, but what's the use? Tomorrow will be just the same. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Now, sometimes, Sir, I don't feel well, my stomach's sick, my head it aches.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to hurry best I can. My knees are weak, my back near breaks.&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm slow, and then I'm scared these naked men will batter me.&lt;br /&gt;But they're not to blame, for if I'm slow, their families will starve, you see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Now all the lads, they laugh at me, and Sir, the mirror tells me why.&lt;br /&gt;Pale and dirty can't look nice. It doesn't matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;Great big muscles on my legs, a baldy patch upon my head.&lt;br /&gt;A lady, Sir? Oh, no, not me! I should've been a boy instead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I praise your good intentions, Sir, I love your kind and gentle heart&lt;br /&gt;But now it's 1842, and you and I, we're miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;A hundred years and more will pass before we're standing side by side&lt;br /&gt;But please accept my grateful thanks. God bless you Sir, at least you tried. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the "Generations" CD, by Sally Rogers. This CD has yet another version of the Sojourner Truth speech, along with a number of other powerful songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sally's notes say that the words to this song are derived from a transcript of testimony gathered by the Ashley Mines Committee from 17-yr-old Patience Kershaw in 1842. By then, Patience had worked in the mines for most of her life, the effects of which are clear in this song.... The song was written by Englishman Frank Higgins, whom Sally was unable to locate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Joe Offer-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LARK DESCENDING &lt;/span&gt;(04'02) bleary winter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-1239934618345701297?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/1239934618345701297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=1239934618345701297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/1239934618345701297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/1239934618345701297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/12/miercoles-23-de-diciembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 23 de Diciembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SzJhYRVmjMI/AAAAAAAAATs/mlbPL4pnPdQ/s72-c/seamus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-9028623931717446239</id><published>2009-12-18T08:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:46:50.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida del año en el Pitío, El Bolsón, Río Negro, Argentina, Sudamérica, América, Planeta Tierra, Vía Láctea, al fondo a la derecha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sergio, jorge y andi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SyttqwYJvHI/AAAAAAAAATc/HyCfZAeV7Pc/s1600-h/tresdecuatro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SyttqwYJvHI/AAAAAAAAATc/HyCfZAeV7Pc/s400/tresdecuatro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543558151289970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sergio, jorge, andi y marcelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SyttqibPE7I/AAAAAAAAATU/yvAwU2bRp9s/s1600-h/grupo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SyttqibPE7I/AAAAAAAAATU/yvAwU2bRp9s/s400/grupo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416543554406126514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las fotos fueron cedidas gentilmente por Doña &lt;a href="http://www.franciscaruizobligado.blogspot.com/"&gt;Francisca Ruiz Obligado&lt;/a&gt;. Gracias!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-9028623931717446239?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/9028623931717446239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=9028623931717446239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/9028623931717446239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/9028623931717446239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/12/despedida-del-ano-en-el-pitio-el-bolson.html' title='Despedida del año en el Pitío, El Bolsón, Río Negro, Argentina, Sudamérica, América, Planeta Tierra, Vía Láctea, al fondo a la derecha...'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SyttqwYJvHI/AAAAAAAAATc/HyCfZAeV7Pc/s72-c/tresdecuatro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-8981088261047478462</id><published>2009-12-16T10:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:50:50.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 16 de Diciembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>Hoy comenzamos con un extracto de un programa de radio que grabaron los Dervish y que publicaron en su &lt;a href="http://www.dervish.ie/"&gt;página oficial&lt;/a&gt;, para bajar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DERVISH&lt;/span&gt; - Irish Heartbeat Show - Programa de Radio especial.&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OSNA&lt;/span&gt; (03'28) (1999) The Ag At The Churn&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNE BRIGGS &lt;/span&gt;(04'06) sullivan's john&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tres canciones en gaélico:&lt;br /&gt;Escocia: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARTHUR CORMAC &lt;/span&gt;(1992) A Nigheanag A Ghraidh (My Beloved Girl)&lt;br /&gt;Gales:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULIE MURPHY &amp;amp; DYLAN FOWLER &lt;/span&gt;(2001) Y Bachan Main&lt;br /&gt;Irlanda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SéAMUS BEGLEY &amp;amp; JIM MURRAY&lt;/span&gt; (04'12) (2003) Mo Ghile Mear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitamos el &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/paulamedrano"&gt;MySpace de Paula Medrano&lt;/a&gt; , cantante argentina, que se dedica, entre otras cosas, al folk irlandés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y con esto,  inauguramos una nueva sección que, en un derroche de imaginación, llamaremos "Visitando MySpaces". Como todas las secciones del programa, aparecerán cada vez que al equipo de producción (o séa: yo) se le cante el &lt;a href="http://lengua-y-literatura.glosario.net/terminos-y-acepciones-usadas-en-argentina/upite-4752.html"&gt;upite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... hoy Paula cumple años. Feliz cumples, Paula!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARTHY, MARTIN&lt;/span&gt; (03'44) (1976) Crown of horn - Geordie&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRIS WOOD &lt;/span&gt;(06'14) (2008) Mad John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duncan Chisholm &lt;/span&gt;- 2008 - The Hill Of The High Byre&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEISEAL &lt;/span&gt;Sí Beag, Sí Mór&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERON &lt;/span&gt;(03'38) Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MADDY PRIOR &amp;amp; THE CARNIVAL BAND&lt;/span&gt; (2007) The Gift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-8981088261047478462?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/8981088261047478462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=8981088261047478462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/8981088261047478462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/8981088261047478462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/12/miercoles-16-de-diciembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 16 de Diciembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-7708351999863760681</id><published>2009-12-02T12:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:08:26.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 02 de Diciembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALSA CELTICA&lt;/span&gt; (04'13) (2003) Guajira Sin Sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s01fH0TuCiA&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s01fH0TuCiA&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE IRON HORSE&lt;/span&gt; (04'10) (1994) The Heiress&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BORDER COLLIES &lt;/span&gt;UNLEASHED! (02'16) song&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLOOK&lt;/span&gt; LIVE (03'33) tune&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CEIDE &lt;/span&gt;OUT OF THEIR SHELL (04'33)&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARY CUSTY &amp;amp; EOIN O' NEILL &lt;/span&gt;(02'41) (1991) Kevin Griffins Reel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recreo!&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COCO ROSIE &lt;/span&gt;- Outro with harp&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MúM &lt;/span&gt;(05'11) (2004) Oh, How The Boat Drifts&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHUGO TOKUMARU &lt;/span&gt;(03'23) (2004) Typewriter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FJ99ju9rfw&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FJ99ju9rfw&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COCO ROSIE &lt;/span&gt;(05'23) (2005) Brazilian Sun&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MúM &lt;/span&gt;(02'41) (2004) Stir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un temita muy simpático de las Coco Rosie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ANDfMGdHgs&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ANDfMGdHgs&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIDAN O'ROURKE &lt;/span&gt;(06'34) (2006) Bah Humburg&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEGACY &lt;/span&gt;(04'21) Listen, Listen&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TANNAHILL WEAVERS &lt;/span&gt;(04'03) (2003) &lt;a href="http://www.robertburns.org/works/488.shtml"&gt;Lassie Wi' The Lintwhite Locks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-7708351999863760681?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/7708351999863760681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=7708351999863760681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/7708351999863760681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/7708351999863760681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/12/miercoles-02-de-diciembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 02 de Diciembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-8661426887015632954</id><published>2009-11-24T18:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:14:26.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 25 de Noviembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CORMAC BREATNACH&lt;/span&gt; Sporting Paddy, Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7BqUjUPzd4&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7BqUjUPzd4&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IAN ANDERSON&lt;/span&gt; (03'41) Old Black Cat&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KILA &amp;amp; OKI&lt;/span&gt; (03'34) (2006) Kent Hakka Tufse&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MCCONVILLE, TOM &amp;amp; KIERAN HALPI&lt;/span&gt; (19'20) (1980) High Germany&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOWERBIRDS&lt;/span&gt; (04'31) My Oldest Memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsoe3xt_ico&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsoe3xt_ico&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALELA DIANE&lt;/span&gt; (04'53) (2009) Age Old Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-_-l_NaDcw&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-_-l_NaDcw&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAGPIE LANE&lt;/span&gt; (04'07) (1993) Near Woodstock Town&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LES MENESTRIERS&lt;/span&gt; (02'58) (1980) Allemande du Roy&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VäSEN&lt;/span&gt; (06'50) (1997) Anno 1643&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Eerie"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOUNT EERIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (2008) With My Hands Out&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RADICAL FACE&lt;/span&gt; (2003) pockets full of ink&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ACCIDENTAL&lt;/span&gt; (2008) Jaw Of A Whale&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUNE-YARDS&lt;/span&gt; (06'28) (2009) Lions&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE INCREDIBLE STRING BAND&lt;/span&gt; (03'53) (1974) Ring Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3aKfGXhT3I&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3aKfGXhT3I&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2qh3REJJXjM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2qh3REJJXjM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aobopMUiV44&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aobopMUiV44&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOUNT EERIE&lt;/span&gt; - Ancient Questions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-8661426887015632954?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/8661426887015632954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=8661426887015632954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/8661426887015632954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/8661426887015632954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/11/miercoles-25-de-noviembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 25 de Noviembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-7235588953277195658</id><published>2009-11-20T17:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:42:11.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algunas fotos de la visita de Andy Irvine a la radio. Enero del 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En el estudio. Andy, El Negro Franc y Sergio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Swb89cz5DVI/AAAAAAAAATE/puVKJWE7BdE/s1600/fotos+nederland+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Swb89cz5DVI/AAAAAAAAATE/puVKJWE7BdE/s400/fotos+nederland+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406286535340920146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En el estudio. Andy y Sergio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Swb89EBAvuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JWYkwo7SAFQ/s1600/fotos+nederland+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Swb89EBAvuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JWYkwo7SAFQ/s400/fotos+nederland+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406286528685063906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;en "&lt;a href="http://www.conjuntolanguedoc.com.ar/quienes.html"&gt;El Pitio&lt;/a&gt;", El Bolson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Swb89LSBzBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qjK6enLIwsY/s1600/en+Pitio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Swb89LSBzBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qjK6enLIwsY/s400/en+Pitio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406286530635484178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tocando en vivo en el programa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Swb88wKm33I/AAAAAAAAASs/A8tSflgs6pY/s1600/fotos+nederland+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Swb88wKm33I/AAAAAAAAASs/A8tSflgs6pY/s400/fotos+nederland+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406286523356602226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver &lt;a href="http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2008/12/confirmada-la-visita-de-andy-irivne-al.html"&gt;post sobre la gira y pequeña biografía&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-7235588953277195658?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/7235588953277195658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=7235588953277195658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/7235588953277195658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/7235588953277195658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/11/algunas-fotos-de-la-visita-de-andy.html' title='Algunas fotos de la visita de Andy Irvine a la radio. Enero del 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Swb89cz5DVI/AAAAAAAAATE/puVKJWE7BdE/s72-c/fotos+nederland+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-3553285211340872716</id><published>2009-11-17T09:56:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:20:14.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 18 de Noviembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>En el programa de hoy, sólo discos "nuevos" (que no tengan más de 2 o 3 años, bah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRáDA&lt;/span&gt; (05'44) (2007) Fifty-Ninth Street&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DERVISH&lt;/span&gt; (06'53) (2007) the cat she went a-hunting&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELIZA CARTHY &lt;/span&gt;(04'47) (2008) Acres of Ground&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KATHLEEN BOYLE &lt;/span&gt;(02'29) (2008) McGeady's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nuevo disco de &lt;a href="http://www.slide.ie/"&gt;SLIDE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Una banda de Dúblin&lt;br /&gt;I-M-P-R-E-S-I-O-N-A-N-T-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/slideie"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SwKhxk8jdPI/AAAAAAAAASk/Vc73C5zlZ1E/s1600/slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SwKhxk8jdPI/AAAAAAAAASk/Vc73C5zlZ1E/s400/slide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405060375901336818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLIDE&lt;/span&gt; (04'54) The Watchmaker&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLIDE &lt;/span&gt;(04'22) See Thru Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a bloody disgrace, you keep hiding your face, afraid it might show through.&lt;br /&gt;Can't see through, blue.&lt;br /&gt;Life's meaning's misplaced, deep within your own space,&lt;br /&gt;Let me in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I can see from where you are, I'm your witness, you're my star&lt;br /&gt;Up above shining bright, how is it you feel so shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears ripple clear water, reflects beauty distorted, surface deep it's not even true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't see through, blue.&lt;br /&gt;Lost grip with the border, volumes flowing all over,&lt;br /&gt;Please keep afloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull away, your pupil's vacuum has no shore.&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't care less, I couldn't care more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You conceal it with grace, but that won't help displace, the weight that's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;Can't see through, blue.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have your mother's black lace, suck the light from this place,&lt;br /&gt;Please see it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;Author's Note&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celtic_Tiger"&gt;Celtic Tiger&lt;/a&gt; may have left some people behind and created some new fat cats but for most it means working ridiculously hard to feed the tiger. This can stretch beyond what is humanly possible and result in problems like stress and depression. Modern Ireland may have new found comforts and money but at what price, our best people and loved ones may end up exploited to the detriment of their health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o menos, lo de arriba, quiere decir esto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tigre_Celta"&gt;Tigre Celta&lt;/a&gt; pudo haber dejado alguna gente atrás y creado algunos nuevos peces gordos, pero para la mayoría significa trabajar ridículamente duro para alimentar al tigre. Esto puede sobrepasar los límites de lo humanamente posible y resultar en problemas como el stress o la depresión. La Irlanda moderna pudo haber encontrado nuevos lujos y dinero pero a que precio? Nuestra mejor gente y seres amados pueden terminar siendo exlotados en detrimento de su propia salud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLIDE &lt;/span&gt;(04'24) The Maid of Culmore&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLIDE &lt;/span&gt;(05'47) The Last Waltz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGoSVIuhtJU&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGoSVIuhtJU&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Slide successfully combined the qualities of traditional Irish music with contemporary musical ideas. They are exceptionally talented and their music has both grace and power”&lt;/span&gt;, said celebrated Irish musician-producer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donal Lunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Slide combina exitosamente las cualidades de la música tradicional irlandesa con idéas musicales contemporaneas. Son excepcionalmente talentosos y su música tiene tanto gracia como energía"&lt;/span&gt; dijo el popular músico y productor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donal Lunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-TnUBC1pbI&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-TnUBC1pbI&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si querés ver mas vidéos, en su &lt;a href="http://www.slide.ie/video.html"&gt;página oficial&lt;/a&gt;, hay algunos mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por último (también tomado de su página web) una pequeña bio (por ahora sólo en ingles... perdon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irish Times calls SLIDE(IRELAND) “traditional musicians with attitude” and credits the group with “bringing drawing room grandeur and high spirits together” with it’s diverse songs ,which range from soulful and sorrowful to contagiously energetic. Folk Roots Magazine proclaims,”There’s plenty of action and flamboyance in Slides’s music,” which merges “swagger with traditional expertise.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rollicking band’s origins date back to Ireland in 1999,when Slide performed in various pubs for a local music festival in Bandon, Co. Cork. The group’s intoxicating music easily won over the crowd, which demanded more of the unique and colourful sound. The positive reaction inspired Slide to release The Flying Pig, which Irish Music Magaize hailed as “beautifully recorded, to preserve the brilliance and clarity of solo and ensemble playing that is positively mind-blowing.” The publication awarded Slide its Best Newcomer distinction in 2001, leading to gigs for the band throughout Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its insightful second album Harmonic Motion, Slide celebrates self-exploration and collective innovation in a series of self-penned songs that drew critical appraise. The record showcases a variety of clever arrangements – from sensitive whistle harmonies to driving, high-powered strings – and captivating lyrics that Irish Music Magazine calls “inventive and provocative.” The publication adds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The melodies and musicianship are first-rate. …[Slide] can sing, they can write, they can dance across fingerboards and piano keys, buttons, and bows, and by crikey they can play.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album attracted the attention of renowned Irish talents including Grammy-winning composer Bill Whelan, singers and songwriters Liam Clancy, Damien Dempsey and John Spillane, Danú and the Progressive group Stocktons Wing- who eventually recruited Slide for their own music projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, Slide – which consists of concertina virtuoso Aogán Lynch, fiddler-guitarist Daire Bracken, bouzouki and mandolin player Mick Broderick, pianist-flautist Éamonn de Barra – won the Young Musicwide Award. Developed in 2001 by the Arts Council of Ireland, Young Musicwide encourages young people to pursue professional careers in traditional Irish Music, Chamber Music,and Jazz and gives promoters access to the best Irish talents. “Slide successfully combined the qualities of traditional Irish music with contemporary musical ideas. They are exceptionally talented and their music has both grace and power”, said celebrated Irish musician-producer Donal Lunny, who helped judge the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overneath is their third studio album and saw the band hone their creative abilities. It is an exciting addition to Slide’s previous two recordings with receiving great critical acclaim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide have recently been joined by the greatly talented Galwegian, Dave Curley who joined the group for their hugely successful 2008 US Tours. An expanded line up has provided for an even larger live sound with great new additions in songs and dance. For their fourth CD venture Slide bypassed the studio and recorded where their fans are always most excited, live from the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... y seguimos con el programa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAU &lt;/span&gt;(05'00) (2008) Frank and Flo's-An Tobar&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRIS WOOD &lt;/span&gt;(04'11) (2008) The Cottager's Reply&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTY MOORE &lt;/span&gt;(05'12) (2009) the ballad of ruby walsh&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROBIN WILLIAMSON &lt;/span&gt;(09'10) (2008) Absolutely Sweet Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-3553285211340872716?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/3553285211340872716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=3553285211340872716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/3553285211340872716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/3553285211340872716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/11/miercoles-18-de-noviembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 18 de Noviembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/SwKhxk8jdPI/AAAAAAAAASk/Vc73C5zlZ1E/s72-c/slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-3502480798985527119</id><published>2009-11-11T08:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:08:43.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 11 de Noviembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANU&lt;/span&gt; (04'40) (2000) Are You Ready Yet-The Tailor's Thimble-Donoghues Reel-I'm Read&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALTAN&lt;/span&gt; (04'23) &lt;a href="http://www.irishpage.com/songs/donal.htm"&gt;Donal Agus Morag&lt;/a&gt; The New Rigged Ship&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARA DILLON&lt;/span&gt; (03'06) the maid of culmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town,&lt;br /&gt;There is no finer harbour all around can be found,&lt;br /&gt;Where the youngster's each evening go down to the shore,&lt;br /&gt;And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw her she passed me by,&lt;br /&gt;And the next time that I saw her she bid me goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;But the last time I saw her it breke my heart sore,&lt;br /&gt;For she sailed out of Ireland and away from Culmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the power the storms for to rise,&lt;br /&gt;I would make the wind blow out and I'd darken the skies,&lt;br /&gt;I would make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar,&lt;br /&gt;For the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the bd part's of Americay my love I 'll go seek,&lt;br /&gt;For it's there I know no-one and no-one knows me,&lt;br /&gt;But if don't find her I'll return home no more,&lt;br /&gt;Like a pilgrim I'll wander for the maid of Culmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOHN CARTY&lt;/span&gt; (04'12) (2003) The Bellharbour - Harp &amp;amp; Shamrock&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLAS&lt;/span&gt; Trumansburg July 22, 2001 - Dougie MacDonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recreo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAMONA FALLS&lt;/span&gt; (2009) The Darkest Day&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIC CHESNUTT&lt;/span&gt; (05'24) (2009) We Hovered With Short Wings&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATRICK WATSON &lt;/span&gt;(05'04) (2009) Tracy's Waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;a href="http://www.slide.ie/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (03'25) Strut To Spanish Point&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Waterboys&lt;/span&gt; (04'14) (1998) Fisherman's Blues&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaun Davey&lt;/span&gt; (Waking Ned Divine OST) (02'59) (1998) Jackie's Theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/osmPlQXzXXA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/osmPlQXzXXA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shelagh McDonald&lt;/span&gt; 1970 (02'54) Book Of Rhyme&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRIDGET ST. JOHN&lt;/span&gt; (03'20) Downderry Daze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-3502480798985527119?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/3502480798985527119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=3502480798985527119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/3502480798985527119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/3502480798985527119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/11/miercoles-11-de-noviembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 11 de Noviembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-2754530006926521040</id><published>2009-11-04T13:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:25:57.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 04 de Noviembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUNASA &lt;/span&gt;(04'01) Harp And Shamrock&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DERVISH &lt;/span&gt;(05'37) (2004) &lt;a href="http://www.celticlyricscorner.net/dervish/soldier.htm"&gt;Soldier Laddie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KORNOG &lt;/span&gt;(03'41) (1985) Trip to Flagstaff&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WHISTLEBINKIES &lt;/span&gt;- A WANTON FLING (04'00) Taladh (Lullaby)&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALSADAIR FRASER &amp;amp; NATALIE HAAS &lt;/span&gt;(04'39) (2004) Archibald macdonald of keppock&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALTAN &lt;/span&gt;(2005) Dún Do Shúil. &lt;a href="http://www.mauraoconnell.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=100&amp;amp;highlight=dun+shuil"&gt;Acá hay una versión en ingles de la letra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIAM O'FLYNN &lt;/span&gt;(06'11) Bean Dubh An Ghleanna (Dark Woman Of The Glen)&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOHN RENBOURN GROUP &lt;/span&gt;(05'55) (1980) &lt;a href="http://fr.lyrics-copy.com/chansons-populaires/pavane-belle-qui-tiens-ma-vie.htm"&gt;Pavane 'Belle, Qui Tiens Ma Vie&lt;/a&gt;'-Tourdion&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOD, CHRIS &amp;amp; ANDY CUTTING &lt;/span&gt;(04'25) (1992) Coroare&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTY MOORE &lt;/span&gt;(02'33) (2001)  &lt;a href="http://www.christymoore.com/lyrics_tabs_detail.php?id=155"&gt;Pipers Path&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLAS &lt;/span&gt;(05'35) Brauch Na Carriage Baine&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PENGUIN CAFE ORCHESTRA &lt;/span&gt;(04'00) (2002) Lullaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-2754530006926521040?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/2754530006926521040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=2754530006926521040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/2754530006926521040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/2754530006926521040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/11/miercoles-04-de-noviembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 04 de Noviembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-6109224308699770094</id><published>2009-10-28T15:12:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:15:51.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 28 de Octubre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOLFSTONE&lt;/span&gt; (04'55) The Bloody Bouzouki &lt;a href="http://www.branawen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(gracias, Eli por este tema!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DóNAL LUNNY&lt;/span&gt; (03'46)  (1998)  Lucky Lucky Day&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICK CAVE &lt;/span&gt;(02'50) Fire Down Below&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fairport Convention &lt;/span&gt;- Polly On The Shore&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fairport Convention- &lt;/span&gt;Now Be ThankfuL&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATT MOLLOY &lt;/span&gt;(02'20) (1988) Heathery Breeze, Long Strand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recreo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/valravn"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VALRAVN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (07'26) (2007) bialowieska&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oregon_%28band%29"&gt;OREGON&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(01'48) (1972) the silence of a candle&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OREGON &lt;/span&gt;(05'59) (1972) north star&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakti_%28band%29"&gt;SHAKTI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Bridge of Sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tres canciones de amor por Andy Irvine...&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANDY IRVINE &lt;/span&gt;(03'59) (1983) At Twenty-One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;At twenty-one I first begun&lt;br /&gt;To court my neighbor's child&lt;br /&gt;We both being young and full of fun&lt;br /&gt;Bright Phoebus on us smiled&lt;br /&gt;We both being young and full of fun&lt;br /&gt;Right well we did agree&lt;br /&gt;'Twas well I knew she would prove true&lt;br /&gt;And loyal unto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At twenty-two no man could view&lt;br /&gt;All the beauty that this maid possessed&lt;br /&gt;Her curling hair in ringlets fair&lt;br /&gt;Hung down her snow white breast&lt;br /&gt;The picture of her two blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;My pencil cannot tell&lt;br /&gt;Her effigy no hand could draw&lt;br /&gt;Nor paint her parallel&lt;br /&gt;At twenty-four I did adore&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful young fair maid&lt;br /&gt;When she gave her hand&lt;br /&gt;To a rich young man&lt;br /&gt;Alas but I was poor&lt;br /&gt;They sailed away across the sea&lt;br /&gt;And left me here to mourn&lt;br /&gt;That bright May day she sailed away&lt;br /&gt;Never more for to return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como siempre, esto es "solo una idéa" de la letra en español...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;A los veintiun años comence a cortejar a una chica de mi barrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Siendo los dos jóvenes y llenos de alegria. Febo nos sonreía. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Siendo los jóvenes y llenos de alegria, acordamos… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;y fue así como supe que nos seríamos fieles y leales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;A los veintidos años, era imposible ver tanta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;belleza como la que esta dama poseía. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Su cabello rizado colgaba en bucles sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;su pecho, blanco como la nieve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Mi pluma no podria describir la imagen de sus ojos azules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Ninguna mano sería capaz de dibujar su silueta o pintar algo tan bello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;A los veinticuatro años adoraba a esa mujer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;cuando le dio su mano a un joven rico, por que yo era pobre…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Navegaron cruzando el mar y me dejaron aquí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;para lamentarme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Aquella mañana de Mayo, ella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;partió para nunca mas volver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANDY IRVINE &lt;/span&gt;AND MICK HANLY IRISH FOLK FEST (05'50) Bonnie Woodhall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la letra la tome de &lt;a href="http://www.mysongbook.de/msb/songs/b/bonniwod.html"&gt;acá&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Down by yon green bushes near Calder's clear stream&lt;br /&gt;Where me and my Annie so often have been&lt;br /&gt;When the hours that flew past us, right happy were we&lt;br /&gt;It was little she thought that a soldier I'd be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's farewell to Annie and I must away&lt;br /&gt;For the King he needs soldiers and I must obey&lt;br /&gt;But if providence prove kind love until I return&lt;br /&gt;I will wed with my Annie near Calder's clear burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourteenth of August our regiment was lost&lt;br /&gt;And a ball from the enemy our lines came across&lt;br /&gt;O it struck me in the temple and the blood trickled down&lt;br /&gt;I reeled and I staggered and I fell to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here, says our captain, come here with good speed&lt;br /&gt;For I fear by this bullet young Dinsmore lies dead&lt;br /&gt;Two men with a stretcher did quickly prepare&lt;br /&gt;And they carried me away to a hospital there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold water and brandy they poured out so free&lt;br /&gt;They turned me all over my wounds for to see&lt;br /&gt;But if I had my Annie to bind up my wounds&lt;br /&gt;One kiss from her sweet lips would soon deaden the stoun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's when I am weary and think on lang syne&lt;br /&gt;When I was a miner and wrought in the mine&lt;br /&gt;O the tears they do trickle and down they do fall&lt;br /&gt;Like the roses that bloom around bonnie Woodhall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLANXTY &lt;/span&gt;(05'21) (1972) As I Roved Out (Andy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;la letra la tomé de &lt;a href="http://sniff.numachi.com/pages/tiASIROVED.html"&gt;acá&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I roved out on a bright May morning&lt;br /&gt;To view the meadows and flowers gay&lt;br /&gt;Whom should I spy but my own true lover&lt;br /&gt;As she sat under yon willow tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off my hat and I did salute her&lt;br /&gt;I did salute her most courageously&lt;br /&gt;When she turned around well the tears fell from her&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' "False young man, you have deluded me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diamond ring I owned I gave you&lt;br /&gt;A diamond ring to wear on your right hand&lt;br /&gt;But the vows you made, love, you went and broke them&lt;br /&gt;And married the lassie that had the land"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I'd married the lassie that had the land, my love&lt;br /&gt;It's that I'll rue till the day I die&lt;br /&gt;When misfortune falls sure no man can shun it&lt;br /&gt;I was blindfolded I'll ne'er deny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at nights when I go to my bed of slumber&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of my true love run in my mind&lt;br /&gt;When I turned around to embrace my darling&lt;br /&gt;Instead of gold sure it's brass I find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish the Queen would call home her army&lt;br /&gt;From the West Indies, Amerikay and Spain&lt;br /&gt;And every man to his wedded woman&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that you and I will meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;recorded by Planxty on "The Well Below The Valley" (1973) and&lt;br /&gt;performed by Richard Thompson live 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two songs of this name on that Planxty album, this&lt;br /&gt;is the one sung by Andy Irvine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We learned this sad and beautiful song from the singing of Paddy&lt;br /&gt;Tunney who lives in Letterkenny, Co. Donegal. He has described it&lt;br /&gt;as dating back to the days of the famine, when any bit of property&lt;br /&gt;at all was enough to tempt a man to jilt his true love in favour&lt;br /&gt;of the 'lassie with the land'" - Andy Irvine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last verse seems slightly displaced and doesn't really fit&lt;br /&gt;with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENESIS  &lt;/span&gt;(05'28) Blood on the rooftops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-6109224308699770094?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/6109224308699770094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=6109224308699770094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/6109224308699770094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/6109224308699770094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/10/281009-miercoles-28-de-octubre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 28 de Octubre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-2591939156796111127</id><published>2009-10-21T08:32:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:34:37.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 21 de Octubre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLOOK&lt;/span&gt; (04'05) (2006) Gone Fishing&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAM PROCTOR&lt;/span&gt; (02'51) (2008) Cous Cous Kiss&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLIDE&lt;/span&gt; (05'08) The Boy of Bluehill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres versiones de la canción &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aililiu Na Gamhna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLAS&lt;/span&gt; (1997) (03'36)&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DERVISH&lt;/span&gt; (03'34) (1997)&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRAN&lt;/span&gt; (04'04) (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;In iníon d'aoire mé féinig gan amhras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Do bhíodh ina cónaí cois taobh na Leamhna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Bhí bothán agam féin ann is fuinneog i gceann de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Fad a bhíodh an bainne ag téamh agam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;'Sea ghlaofainn ar na gamhna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Curfá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna bána&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna b'iad a b'fhearr liom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Aililiú na gamhna, na gamhna geala bána&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Na gamhna maidin shamhraidh ag damhsa ar na bánta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Faightear dom cana is faightear dom bhuarach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Is faightear dom soitheach ina gcuirfead mo chuid uachtair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ceolta sí na cruinne bheith á síorchur i m'chluasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ba bhinne liomsa géimneach na mbó ag teacht chun buaile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Curfá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Rachaimid ar an aonach is ceannóimid gamhna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Is cuirfimid ar féar iad amach ins na gleannta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Íosfaidh siad an féar is barr an aitinn ghallda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Is tiocfaidh siad abhaile chun an bhainne i gcóir an tSamhraidh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Curfá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm a herdsman's daughter, sure enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Who once lived down by the banks of the Laune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I had a cabin there, a window in the gable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;While I heated the milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I called in the calves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Aililiú the calves, the pretty calves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Aililiú the calves, I loved them the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Aililiú the calves, the fine pretty calves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Dancing in the meadow on a a clear summer's morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Get me a can and get me a ladle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Get me a vessel to take all the cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The magic music of the world always around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But sweeter sounding still the lowing of the cattle to the parlor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Let us go to the fair and buy us some calves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Put them to grass out above in the valleys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;They'll eat all the grass and the tufts of the strange gorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And come home for the milk at the start of the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kateandruth.com/index.html"&gt;Kate Burke &amp;amp; Ruth Hazleton&lt;/a&gt; (05'20) &lt;a href="http://books.google.com.ar/books?id=magaqta1cLcC&amp;amp;pg=PA63&amp;amp;lpg=PA63&amp;amp;dq=The+Wreck+of+the+Dandenong&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=juuGAXLkO5&amp;amp;sig=HIe7H067gEMbXNu6IKJyJZ9nlOY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;ei=XPTeSu70Cdve8Abs_ZBr&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=12&amp;amp;ved=0CDUQ6AEwCw#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=The%20Wreck%20of%20the%20Dandenong&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;The Wreck of the Dandenong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, wild and furious blew the blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And the clouds were hanging round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;When the Dandenong from Melbourne sailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;For Newcastle port was bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;With eighty-three poor souls on board &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Through the storm she cleaved her way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And it's sad to relate of the terrible fate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;'Twas just off Jervis Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And I dream of you, I dream of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I dream of being warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But through the night I have to sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;To brave this raging storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;While steaming through the briny waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Her propelling shaft gave way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And the waters they came pressing in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Which filled them with dismay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;All hands on board did all they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Till at length all hope was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And they hoisted a signal of distress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;On board of the Dandenong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It was not long ubtil a barque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A brisk and lively crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Came bearing down and the Captain cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"We'll see what we can do!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Came bearing down with might and main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;In spite of wind or wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;They did all they could as sailors would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Those precious lives to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And I dream of you, I dream of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I dream of being warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm afraid the sea won't leave me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;To see another dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;While some in boats they tried to reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;That kind and friendly barque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And numbers of their lives were saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And then the night came on pitch dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;What mortal man then could do more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;When the storm increased on strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And the rest now sleep in the briny deep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Along with the Dandenong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And I dream of you, I dream of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I dream of coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Tonight the water buries me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Beneath this raging foam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And I dream of you, I dream of sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I dream of being warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But through the night I have to sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;To brave this raging storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CROSBY &amp;amp; NASH&lt;/span&gt; (04'24) (2006) The Lee Shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CHIEFTAINS&lt;/span&gt; (02'53) (2002) Carolan's Welcome&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLIDE&lt;/span&gt; (05'24) The Watchmaker&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LLAN DE CUBEL&lt;/span&gt; (04'14) (1995) Fandango Puntiau - Alborada Asturiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 MADDY PRIOR &amp;amp; THE GIRLS (08'37) (2005) Meeting Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Time was away, and somewhere else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;There were two glasses and two chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And two people with the one pulse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(Somebody stopped the moving stairs):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Time was away and somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And they were neither up nor down;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The stream's music did not stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Flowing through heather, limpid brown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Although they sat in a coffee shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And they were neither up nor down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The bell was silent in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Holding its inverted poise -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Between the clang and clang a flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A brazen calyx of no noise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The bell was silent in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The camels crossed the miles of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;That stretched around the cups and plates;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The desert was their own, they planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;To portion out the stars and dates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The camels crossed the miles of sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Time was away and somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The waiter did not come, the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Forgot them and the radio waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Came out like water from a rock:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Time was away and somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Her fingers flicked away the ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;That bloomed again in tropic trees:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Not caring if the markets crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;When they had forests such as these,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Her fingers flicked away the ash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;God or whatever means the Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Be praised that time can stop like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;That what the heart has understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Can verify in the body's peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;God or whatever means the Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Time was away and she was here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And life no longer what it was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The bell was silent in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And all the room one glow because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Time was away and she was here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como siempre... esto es sólo una idea de la letra en castellano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;El tiempo estaba ausente, en algún otro lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Había dos vasos,  dos sillas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; dos personas con el mismo pulso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(Alguien detuvo las escaleras mecánicas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;El tiempo estaba ausente, en algún otro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;No estaban ni alegres ni tristes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;La música del arroyo no paraba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;de fluir a través del brezo, marrón límpido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Aunque ellos estaban en un café, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ni alegres ni trustes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;La campana estaba callada en el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sosteniendo su postura invertida entre clang y clang&lt;br /&gt;Una flor, un cáliz de bronce mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;La campana estaba callada en el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Los camellos cruzaban las millas de arena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ue se extendían en torno de las tazas y platos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;El desierto era de ellos, planeaban repartirse las estrellas y los días. Los camellos cruzaban las millas de arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;El tiempo estaba ausente, en algún otro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;El mozo no venía, el reloj los olvidaba y la música de la radio surgía como agua de una roca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;El tiempo estaba ausente, en algún otro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sus dedos sacudieron la ceniza, que florecía nuevamente en árboles tropicales:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A quien le importa si los mercados colapsaban, teniendo semejantes bosques?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sus dedos sacudieron la ceniza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dios, o lo que quiera que significa el Bien, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ea Alabado por que el tiempo pueda detenerse así,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Y porque lo que el corazón ha entendido, pueda verificarse en la paz del cuerpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dios o lo que quiera que significa el Bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;El tiempo estaba ausente, en algún otro lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Y la vida ya no fue más lo que era,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;La campana permanecía silenciosa en el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Y todo el salón resplandecía porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;El tiempo se había ido y ella estaba aquí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SéAMUS BEGLEY &amp;amp; JIM MURRAY&lt;/span&gt; (04'44) (2003) Sleabh Gheal Ghua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-2591939156796111127?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/2591939156796111127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=2591939156796111127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/2591939156796111127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/2591939156796111127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/10/miercoles-21-de-octubre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 21 de Octubre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-7592512386301288240</id><published>2009-10-14T09:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:31:40.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 14 de Octubre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NIALL AND CILLIAN VALLELY&lt;/span&gt; (04'30) (2002) The Humours of Tullycrine&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRENDAN POWER&lt;/span&gt; (04'34) The Drunken LandladyThe Wind That Shakes The BarleyJohn Stenson's #2&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKIKO YANO &amp;amp; CHIEFTAINS&lt;/span&gt; (04'29) (1999) Sake in the Jar&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KILA &amp;amp; OKI &lt;/span&gt;(05'19) (2006) Ororo Raha&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULIE MURPHY &amp;amp; DYLAN FOWLER&lt;/span&gt; - Hiraeth am Feirion&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRIS WOOD &lt;/span&gt;(04'15) (2008) Summerfield Avenue&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOHN FALKNER &lt;/span&gt;(04'20) (1986) Johnny Coughlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recreo!&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FLAMING LIPS &lt;/span&gt;(02'07) (2009) If&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMIEN JURADO&lt;/span&gt; (05'59) (2008) Sorry Is For You&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMIEN JURADO &lt;/span&gt;(02'38) (2008) Last Rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRAVENHURST &lt;/span&gt;(04'07) (2007) farewell farewell&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRIS WOOD &lt;/span&gt;(06'10) (2008) Cold Haily Rainy Night&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOHN RENBOURN &lt;/span&gt;(02'53) (2005) The English Dance&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DERVISH &lt;/span&gt;(05'30) (1997) The World's End&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NORTH CREGG &lt;/span&gt;(04'08) (2003) The Recruited Collier&lt;br /&gt;16 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MACMURROUGH&lt;/span&gt; (04'11) (1974) Ta Na Baid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-7592512386301288240?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/7592512386301288240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=7592512386301288240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/7592512386301288240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/7592512386301288240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/10/miercoles-14-de-octubre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 14 de Octubre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-3858035101042383567</id><published>2009-10-06T19:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:41:15.098-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 07 de Octubre de 2009</title><content type='html'>El programa de hoy, vendría a ser todo un recreo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ale_M%C3%B6ller"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALE MöLLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (03'34) (1997) syster glas&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;a href="http://www.gjallarhorn.com/main.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GJALLARHORN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (07'45) (2000) Bergfäst - Mountain Haunted&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_Can_Dance"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEAD CAN DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (05'16) As the bell rings the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maypole"&gt;maypole&lt;/a&gt; spins&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/silversummit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SILVER SUMMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (10'31) (2008) Awaken&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAURIE ANDERSON&lt;/span&gt; (02'46) (1994) world without end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember where I came from.&lt;br /&gt;There were burning buildings and a fiery red sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember all my lovers. I remember how they held me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World without end, remember me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;East: The edge of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;West: Those who came before me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my father died we put him in the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my father died it was like a whole library had burned down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World without end, remember me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOHN DOWLAND&lt;/span&gt; (05'23) solo lute (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no tengo el intérprete de laud... disculpas!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LES MENESTRIERS&lt;/span&gt; (1978) Pavane La Pandora&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOLVERLEI&lt;/span&gt; (RENS VAN DER ZALM) (04'04) Het vrouwtje van 's Hertogenbosch&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radio_Tarifa"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RADIO TARIFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (04'22) canción sefardí&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOMBARDA&lt;/span&gt; (04'29) la mañana de san juan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta versión de la letra, la tomé de &lt;a href="http://www.gksdesign.com/atotos/romancero/romancesanjuan.htm"&gt;acá&lt;/a&gt;. No es exactamente la verisión que pasamos, pero por lo menos se entiende la historia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;La mañana de San Juan - al tiempo que alboreaba,&lt;br /&gt;gran fiesta hacen los moros - por la vega de Granada.&lt;br /&gt;Revolviendo sus caballos - y jugando de las lanzas,&lt;br /&gt;ricos pendones en ellas -  broslados por sus amadas,&lt;br /&gt;ricas marlotas vestidas - tejidas de oro y grana.&lt;br /&gt;El moro que amores tiene - señales de ello mostraba,&lt;br /&gt;y el que no tenía amores - allí no escarmuzaba.&lt;br /&gt;Las damas moras los miran - de las torres de la Alhambra,&lt;br /&gt;también se los mira el rey - de dentro de la Alcazaba.&lt;br /&gt;Dando voces vino un moro - con la cara ensangrantada:&lt;br /&gt;- Con tu licencia, el rey, - te daré una nueva mala:&lt;br /&gt;el infante don Fernando - tiene a Antequera ganada;&lt;br /&gt;muchos moros deja muertos, - yo soy quien mejor librara,&lt;br /&gt;siete lanzadas yo traigo, - el cuerpo todo me pasan,&lt;br /&gt;los que conmigo escaparon - en Archidona quedaban.&lt;br /&gt;Con la tal nueva el rey - la cara se le demudaba;&lt;br /&gt;manda juntar sus trompetas - que toquen todas el arma,&lt;br /&gt;manda juntar a los suyos, - hace muy gran cabalgada,&lt;br /&gt;y a las puertas de Alcalá, - que la Real se llamaba,&lt;br /&gt;los crisitianos y los moros - una escaramuza traban.&lt;br /&gt;Los cristianos eran muchos, - mas llevaban orden mala,&lt;br /&gt;los moros, que son de guerra, - dádoles han mala carga,&lt;br /&gt;de ellos matan, de ellos prenden, - de ellos toman en celada.&lt;br /&gt;Con la victoria, los moros - van la vuelta de Granada;&lt;br /&gt;a grandes voces decían: - -¡La victoria ya es cobrada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;11 &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/volcanochoir"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOLCANO CHOIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (03'24) (2009) And Gather&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sebastienschuller"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SéBASTIEN SCHULLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (2009) High Green Grass&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICK CAVE &amp;amp; WARREN ELLIS&lt;/span&gt; (04'57) (2007) Another Rather Lovely Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este último tema pertenece a esta película... según mi modesta opnión, una absoluta maravilla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qp2ppYB9fDo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qp2ppYB9fDo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-3858035101042383567?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/3858035101042383567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=3858035101042383567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/3858035101042383567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/3858035101042383567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/10/miercoles-07-de-octubre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 07 de Octubre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-5324320461329647068</id><published>2009-09-30T10:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:44:55.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 30 de Septiembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEVIN BURKE &amp;amp; GED FOLEY &lt;/span&gt;(03'20) The March Of The Crows-The Long Note&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KRIS DREVER &lt;/span&gt;(03'25) (2006) Harvest Gypsies&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRISH - DRAíOCHT &lt;/span&gt;(03'31) (2006) Road To Monlea, McGoverns Reel&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUREY BROTHERS &amp;amp; DAVY ARTHUR &lt;/span&gt;(1977) She touched me&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEVE HACKETT&lt;/span&gt; - KING OF BAY (01'47) (1983) Horizons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recreo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tres canciones propias de Guillermo Gómez (ex-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.myspace.com/kellsmaskells"&gt;kells&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intepretadas por él, Nuria Meta y Turi Nieto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 Canción del sur&lt;br /&gt;07 Será&lt;br /&gt;08 Mágica razón del sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEVIN BURKE &amp;amp; GED FOLEY&lt;/span&gt; (04'46) (2005) Mick Ryan's Lament&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIFOT &lt;/span&gt;(03'37) (2003)  Flickan Och Pastorn (The Girl and the Pastor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VINTER &lt;/span&gt;(2007) (03'15) banjo song&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUFJAN STEVENS &lt;/span&gt;(2004) Seven Swans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENTANGLE&lt;/span&gt; (04'27) (1969) The Cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MADDY PRIOR &amp;amp; THE CARNIVAL BAND &lt;/span&gt;(2007) Bright Evening Star&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE TABOR &lt;/span&gt;(2001) Maybe then I`ll Be a Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-5324320461329647068?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/5324320461329647068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=5324320461329647068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/5324320461329647068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/5324320461329647068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/09/miercoles-30-de-septiembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 30 de Septiembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-6410641679963705745</id><published>2009-09-23T07:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:33:55.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 23 de Septiembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLOOK&lt;/span&gt; (05'13) (2006) Souter Creek&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DERVISH &lt;/span&gt;(05'29) (2007) gypsies tramps and theives&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANú &lt;/span&gt;(04'03) (2003) Peg and Awl&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROBIN WILLIAMSON &lt;/span&gt;(06'47) (2008) Wild Horses&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LúNASA &lt;/span&gt;(03'37) Black River&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANIMAL COLLECTIVE &lt;/span&gt;(03'54) (2005) I remember when we learn to dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTY MOORE &lt;/span&gt;(04'29) gortatagort  - La historia de la canción, tomada de &lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=61321814&amp;amp;blogID=431058506"&gt;acá&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;label style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;" id="pBlogSubject_431058506"&gt;A nice story about a song and a farm -- by John Spillane.&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                     &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;       &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;" id="pBlogBody_431058506" class="blogContent"&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wrote a song called GORTATAGORT (THE FARM), about the farm where my mother comes from in Bantry, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;County&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Cork&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I named all the fields in the song and tried to capture the feeling of the place. I spent all my holidays there when I was a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway … Christy Moore, the great Irish folk singer, got on to me and was really into the song, said it moved him deeply, and asked if I would be comfortable with him singing it. Well, I said, it would be a great honour for me and for my family if he sang that song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I invited Christy to visit the place and we met in the Colomane Bar and went up to visit the farm. We were met by three generations of women and had a lovely visit to the farmhouse. We had high tea. Then Aunty Mary played some tunes on the fiddle -- "The Red River Valley", some Waltzes and a Slide -- then I sang Gortatagort in the kitchen at Gortatagort with the clock ticking away time on the wall. Then Aunty Chrissie cried inconsolably; then Christy Moore sang the Cliffs of Dooneen. Then I took Christy on a walk around the farm and showed him all the places in the song. It was a really lovely day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great excitement being in touch with Christy about this song. He really studied it deeply and was living and breathing it, walking around inside in my song. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third song of mine that Christy Moore has done, the first two being "Johnny Don't Go To Ballincollig" and "Magic Nights in the Lobby Bar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy days in the Hit Factory. Another ball in the back of the net!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delighted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;John Spillane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Sing the Fields I sing the Farm&lt;br /&gt;I Sing the House my Mother was Born&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span id="high_1" class="searchterm1"&gt;Gortatagort&lt;/span&gt;, Colomane&lt;br /&gt;A Green Jewel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sewn in a Patchwork Quilt of Fields&lt;br /&gt;Between the Mountain and the River&lt;br /&gt;In this Time now, and in Another&lt;br /&gt;Where I ran Free with my Brothers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the Long Meadow, the Cnocán Rua,&lt;br /&gt;The Fort Field, the Páirc na Claise,&lt;br /&gt;The New House Field, the Gallán Field,&lt;br /&gt;The Clover Field, the Rushy Field&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the Red Fuschia weeps in the Hen’s Garden&lt;br /&gt;And the Angels bleed over Bantry Bay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I see the House I see the Yard&lt;br /&gt;I see the Stall I see the Stable&lt;br /&gt;I see the Haggard and the Hen’s garden&lt;br /&gt;I see the Hill I see the Well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Sing the Spring and the Well water&lt;br /&gt;The Flat field, the Hilly field&lt;br /&gt;The South Ray Grass, the North Ray Grass&lt;br /&gt;The Brake, and the Páircín na hEornan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the red fuschia weeps in the Hen’s Garden&lt;br /&gt;And where God goes to sleep in the Hills and Valleys&lt;br /&gt;And the Moon rises over the Haggard&lt;br /&gt;And Peace descends on &lt;span class="searchterm1"&gt;Gortatagort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Angels bleed over Bantry Bay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah saddle up the old Gray Mare&lt;br /&gt;Tim Big Danny, and Jackie Timmy&lt;br /&gt;Are going to ride across the Mountains to Puck Fair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I Sing the Fields I sing the Farm&lt;br /&gt;I Sing the House my Mother was Born&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="searchterm1"&gt;Gortatagort&lt;/span&gt;, Colomane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;A GREEN JEWEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6C5pP-GbQtQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6C5pP-GbQtQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JONI MITCHELL &lt;/span&gt;(06'01) (1976) Amelia - Canción inspirada en &lt;a href="http://www.ellensplace.net/eae_intr.html"&gt;Amelia Earhart&lt;/a&gt;  (&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelia_Earhart"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was driving across the burning desert&lt;br /&gt;When I spotted six jet planes&lt;br /&gt;Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain&lt;br /&gt;It was the hexagram of the heavens&lt;br /&gt;It was the strings of my guitar&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drone of flying engines&lt;br /&gt;Is a song so wild and blue&lt;br /&gt;It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you&lt;br /&gt;Then your life becomes a travelogue&lt;br /&gt;Of picture-post-card-charms&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will tell you where theyve gone&lt;br /&gt;Theyll tell you where to go&lt;br /&gt;But till you get there yourself you never really know&lt;br /&gt;Where some have found their paradise&lt;br /&gt;Others just come to harm&lt;br /&gt;Oh amelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that he was here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to obey&lt;br /&gt;His sad request of me to kindly stay away&lt;br /&gt;So this is how I hide the hurt&lt;br /&gt;As the road leads cursed and charmed&lt;br /&gt;I tell amelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of aviation&lt;br /&gt;She was swallowed by the sky&lt;br /&gt;Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly&lt;br /&gt;Like icarus ascending&lt;br /&gt;On beautiful foolish arms&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Ive never really loved&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is the truth&lt;br /&gt;Ive spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude&lt;br /&gt;And looking down on everything&lt;br /&gt;I crashed into his arms&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, it was just a false alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled into the cactus tree motel&lt;br /&gt;To shower off the dust&lt;br /&gt;And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of 747s&lt;br /&gt;Over geometric farms&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, amelia, dreams and false alarms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARTIN AND JESSICA RUBY SIMPSOM&lt;/span&gt; (04'50) (1994) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Icarus"&gt;Icarus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLAS&lt;/span&gt; (03'21) (1996) The newry highwayman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;In Newry town, I was bred and born,&lt;br /&gt;In Stephen's Green now I lie in scorn.&lt;br /&gt;I served me time at the saddling trade,&lt;br /&gt;I always was a roving blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At seventeen I took a wife,&lt;br /&gt;I loved her dearer than I loved me life;&lt;br /&gt;And so to keep her both fine and gay&lt;br /&gt;I went out robbing on the King's highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never robbed a poor man yet,&lt;br /&gt;Nor lately caused anyone to fret.&lt;br /&gt;But I robbed lords and ladies fine&lt;br /&gt;I carried the gold unto me heart's delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I robbed Lord Golding I do declare,&lt;br /&gt;And Lady Mansel, up in Grosvenor Square;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the shutters and bid them good night.&lt;br /&gt;I carried the gold unto me heart's delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Covent Garden I made my way,&lt;br /&gt;With me dear wife for to see the play;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Fielding's gang they did me pursue,&lt;br /&gt;And I was taken by that cursed crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father cried, "Now, my darling son."&lt;br /&gt;My wife she cried, "Now, I am undone."&lt;br /&gt;My mother tore her white locks and cried,&lt;br /&gt;"It's in the cradle I should have died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am dead, I want for my grave&lt;br /&gt;A flashy funeral pray let me have;&lt;br /&gt;Six highwaymen for to carry me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TANNAS &lt;/span&gt;O ho na Ribeannan + Sean Trubhais + Faca tu an T-Sabhai&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLIDE &lt;/span&gt;(03'25) Strut To Spanish Point&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLAS &lt;/span&gt;(03'36) (1998) My Parents Reared Me Tenderly&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAREN MATHESON &lt;/span&gt;(04'26) (2005) Gleann Baile Chaoil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-6410641679963705745?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/6410641679963705745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=6410641679963705745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/6410641679963705745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/6410641679963705745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/09/miercoles-23-de-septiembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 23 de Septiembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-6093008369169517054</id><published>2009-09-14T12:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:13:56.068-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 16 de Septiembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOREENA MCKENNITT&lt;/span&gt; (03'17) (2008) Good King Wenceslas&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMER MAYOCK&lt;/span&gt; (03'36) TUNE&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORION&lt;/span&gt; (04'51) (1998) Marche de Trebrivan-AR Skouarn Dorr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brevísima historia de la Bothy Band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skara_Brae_%28band%29"&gt;SKARA BRAE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(02'49) Táim Breoite Go Leor&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liam_Weldon"&gt;1691&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(02'57) (1973) - Irish Folk Songs - The Green Groves ; The Flowers Of Red Hill (Reels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;a href="http://www.folkworld.de/30/e/bothy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOTHY BAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - FISRT ALBUM - 1975 (04'33) Kesh Jig&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOTHY BAND &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;OLD HAG YOU HAVE KILLED ME (03'30) Tiochfaidh An Samhradh&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOTHY BAND&lt;/span&gt; - OUT OF THE WIND INTO THE SUN (03'18) Maids of Michelstone&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOTHY BAND&lt;/span&gt; - AFTER (03'48) (1984) Rosie Filln's Favourite, Over the Water to&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BOTHY BAND&lt;/span&gt; - LIVE IN CONCERT - BBC RADIO ONE (03'33) Do you Love an apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog tiene una biografía en castellano y varios videos: &lt;a href="http://vigofolk.blogspot.com/2008/02/bandas-mticas-2-bothy-band.html"&gt;Vigo Folk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recreo! &lt;/span&gt;...siempre es bueno revisitar a los maestros, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Gabriel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PETER GABRIEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (03'58) Games without frontiers&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PETER GABRIEL &lt;/span&gt;(06'29) My Head Sounds Like That&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PETER GABRIEL &lt;/span&gt;(04'34) here comes the flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRENDAN POWER&lt;/span&gt; (02'59) Si Bheag, Si Mhor&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CELTS ODYSSEY&lt;/span&gt; (04'07) Chuaigh Me Na Rosann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-6093008369169517054?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/6093008369169517054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=6093008369169517054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/6093008369169517054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/6093008369169517054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/09/miercoles-16-de-septiembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 16 de Septiembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-5310785520219854314</id><published>2009-09-09T08:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:09:21.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 09 de Septiembre de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 KEVIN BURKE, JOHNNY CUNNINGHAM (07'17) Farewell to Erin&lt;br /&gt;02 CATHIE RYAN (02'53) The Burnt Old Man&lt;br /&gt;03 CLANNAD - DúLAMAN (05'48) Siuil A Run (Irish Love Song)&lt;br /&gt;04 FELPEYU (04'03) Los Fayeos de Mayo&lt;br /&gt;05 FELPEYU (2008) Canteros - 02 - Canteros&lt;br /&gt;06 BERROGüETTO (03'44) (2002) Setestrelo&lt;br /&gt;07 DEANTA - READY FOR THE STORM (03'46) Track7&lt;br /&gt;08 WOLFSTONE - Cleveland Park&lt;br /&gt;09 LAU (07'19) (2009) Horizontigo&lt;br /&gt;10 TANNAHILL WEAVERS - THE MERMAID SONG (04'02) Logie O'Buchan&lt;br /&gt;11 KATE RUSBY - LITTLE LIGHTS - my young man&lt;br /&gt;12 CLANNAD - A Gentle Place&lt;br /&gt;13 KORNOG (03'51) TUNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunos video muy recientes de don Andy Irvine y Donal Lunny, tomados de la TV Irlandesa... si, obvio... el que estuvo tocando acá, en el SUM de la radio :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vRFD0TzJfbk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vRFD0TzJfbk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4LbyzZVqJs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4LbyzZVqJs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Q3D75vgENw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Q3D75vgENw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJP6BzTYYm8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJP6BzTYYm8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-5310785520219854314?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/5310785520219854314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=5310785520219854314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/5310785520219854314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/5310785520219854314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/09/miercoles-09-de-septiembre-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 09 de Septiembre de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. 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color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; He stands with his head in his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; In the corridor in A&amp;amp;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; He couldn't resucitate her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; And now he'll go home to his wife for tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; We sing as the sky falls down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; We sing as the sky collapses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; And make what we can of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; It's okay, we're all going to end up dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; He crawls into her aorta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; To pull him out of his reverie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; And mentally puts her back together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; With sticks and glue until she breathes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; He crawls like a rat inside her spine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; It's a passage to another world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; He pulls on a coat of new born skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; And sends a secret message to that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Positions himself in space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; And looks down on such slight a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Swears he'll make what he can of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Because one day out there we will all be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; So leave your imprint upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; All the atoms you press against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; All the people you press against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Because one day out there we will all be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Leave your imprint upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Every mouth that you press against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Every word that you press against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; It's okay because one day we will be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLAS &lt;/span&gt;(2008) Sunday's Waltz-Solo Double Oh&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESPERS &lt;/span&gt;(04'47) (2005) Afraid&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GERRY O'BEIRNE &lt;/span&gt;(04'39) 10 The Glass Boat&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TREES &lt;/span&gt;(1970) (04'05) The Garden Of Jane Delawney&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATRICK STREET &lt;/span&gt;(03'33) (1986) Loftus Jones&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOWERBIRDS &lt;/span&gt;(03'15) spring song&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARON SHANNON &lt;/span&gt;(03'35) El Mercado Testaccio&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOSEPHINE FOSTER &lt;/span&gt;(02'59) (2005) trees lay by&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PENGUIN CAFE ORCHESTRA &lt;/span&gt;(04'31) (2002) Perpetuum Mobile&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATRICK WATSON &lt;/span&gt;(04'59) (2009) Big Bird In A Small Cage&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOANNA NEWSOM &lt;/span&gt;(03'20) Cassiopeia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-6593961572184139008?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/6593961572184139008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=6593961572184139008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/6593961572184139008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/6593961572184139008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/08/miercoles-2-de-septiembre-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 2 de Septiembre 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-7044241012087340143</id><published>2009-08-24T10:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:43:06.039-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 26 de Agosto de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLD BLIND DOGS&lt;/span&gt; (04'03) (2007) Braw Sailin'&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLANXTY&lt;/span&gt; (03'07) Dennis Murphy's Polka The #L42 Cheque John Ryan's Polka&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEELEYE SPAN &lt;/span&gt;(05'02) (1971) Captain Coulston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Come and join with Captain Coulston, that hero stout and bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Who fought his way all on the sea and never was controlled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;For six long weeks in the summer gales we sailed upon the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;All bound for New York City, that city fair to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The captain and his lady they came on deck each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;To help us with our merriment, going to Amerikay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The merriment being over we're going to bed one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The captain he came upon deck to see if all was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;He said my boys do not go down you need not think on sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;For in a few hours more we shall be slumbering in the deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;For a pirate ship is coming down upon the western sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;to rob us of our property going to Amerikay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The pirate ship came up to us and ordered us to stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Your gold and precious loading this moment I demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Your gold and precious loading resign to me this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Or not a soul you'll ever bring unto Amerikay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The battle it commenced, brave boys, and blood in streams did flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;While undaunted did our passengers the pirate overthrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The cries of women and children lying in the hull below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;While the captain and his passengers the pirate did overthrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The pirate ship surrendered just by the break of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And we brought her as a bounty unto Amerikay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALBION DANCE BAND &lt;/span&gt;(1976) Merry Sherwood Ranger&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYDNEY CARTER &lt;/span&gt;(1972) Shake And Shiver&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE DANANN &lt;/span&gt;(1975) Rambling Irishman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recreo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BJORK&lt;/span&gt; - HOMOGENIC (05'04) Joga&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MúM&lt;/span&gt; (21'37) (2007) Blessed Brambles&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEIRUT &lt;/span&gt;(04'17) POSTCARDS FROM ITALY&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIGUR RóS &lt;/span&gt;(03'11) (2008) Gobbledigook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANDO SHAFT &lt;/span&gt;1972 (01'46) Lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo ultimo de Capercallie. Gracias &lt;a href="http://www.branawen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eli!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAPERCAILLIE &lt;/span&gt;(04'36) (2008) My New Silk Gown&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAPERCAILLIE &lt;/span&gt;(04'13) (2008) I Sing the Praises of the Brave Lads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAVE EVANS&lt;/span&gt; (09'19) (1990) Hewlett&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duncan Chisholm&lt;/span&gt; - A Mhairead Og&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-7044241012087340143?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/7044241012087340143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=7044241012087340143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/7044241012087340143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/7044241012087340143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/08/miercoles-26-de-agosto-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 26 de Agosto de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-659841250592032381</id><published>2009-08-19T14:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:36:23.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 19 de Agosto de 2009</title><content type='html'>01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JIM MURRAY; SéAMUS BEGLEY&lt;/span&gt; (04'06) An Seanduine&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOHOLA&lt;/span&gt; (03'50) The Shamrock Sod The High Cauled Cap&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANU&lt;/span&gt; (04'40) (2000) Are You Ready Yet-The Tailor's Thimble-Donoghues Reel-I'm Read&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLAS&lt;/span&gt; (05'45) The New Custom House , The Flavor of the Month , Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donal Lunny, "Common Ground" (1996)&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BONO AND ADAM CLAYTON&lt;/span&gt; (04'36) Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KATE BUSH&lt;/span&gt; (02'53) Mna Na H-Eireann&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAVID SPILLANE &amp;amp; DONALD LUNNY &lt;/span&gt;(04'08) Whistling Low Errigal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recreo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REGINA SPEKTOR&lt;/span&gt; (04'37) (2002) 09 - - Lounge&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOUNT EERIE &lt;/span&gt;(2008) Voice in Headphones&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRIZZLY BEAR &lt;/span&gt;Hold Still&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSAPP &lt;/span&gt;(02'19) (2006) 09 Make Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLAS &lt;/span&gt;(03'57) Bonnie Mae&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAUL BRADY &lt;/span&gt;(06'19) (1978) Im a youth thats inclinen to rambling&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIAM O'FLYNN &lt;/span&gt;(06'10) (1993) Ar Bhruach na Laoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el sábado estamos tocando de nuevo en la radio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Sow3oFwQmLI/AAAAAAAAASc/eqJE4Dfw4gQ/s1600-h/5ta+noche+celta+version+2+baja+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Sow3oFwQmLI/AAAAAAAAASc/eqJE4Dfw4gQ/s400/5ta+noche+celta+version+2+baja+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371729617425045682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-659841250592032381?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/659841250592032381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=659841250592032381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/659841250592032381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/659841250592032381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/08/miercoles-19-de-agosto-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 19 de Agosto de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m3z_YCe9ve0/Sow3oFwQmLI/AAAAAAAAASc/eqJE4Dfw4gQ/s72-c/5ta+noche+celta+version+2+baja+res.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-8084284233726206506</id><published>2009-08-12T15:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:32:47.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 12 de Agosto de 2009</title><content type='html'>llueve...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LúNASA&lt;/span&gt; (03'17) Aibreann&lt;br /&gt;02 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOHN DOYLE&lt;/span&gt; (08'33) (2005) Bitter the Parting&lt;br /&gt;03 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAIRPORT CONVENTION &lt;/span&gt;- LIVE AT CROPREDY 2007 (03'15) Farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farewell, farewell to you who would hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You lonely travellers all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cold north wind will blow again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The winding road does call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And will you never return to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your bruised and beaten sons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For they love me, every one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And will you never cut the cloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or drink the light to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And can you never swear a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To anyone of we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, I will never cut the cloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or drink the light to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'll swear a year to one who lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asleep along side of me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farewell, farewell to you who would hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You lonely travellers all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cold north wind will blow again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The winding road does call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DERVISH&lt;/span&gt; (05'30) (2004) Boots of Spanish Leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sailin' away in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there something I can send you from across the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the place that I'll be landing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From across that lonesome ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Made of silver or of golden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Either from the mountains of Madrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or from the coast of Barcelona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I might be gone a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's only that I'm askin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there something I can send you to remember me by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To make your time more easy passin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It only brings me sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The same thing I want from you today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would want again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got a letter on a lonesome day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was from her ship a-sailin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sure your mind is roamin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sure your heart is not with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But with the country to where you're goin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So take heed, take heed of the western wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take heed of the stormy weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And yes, there's something you can send back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spanish boots of Spanish leather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La idéa (no es una traducción!) de la letra en castellano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Mi amor, mañana por la mañana partiré a navegar a traves del oceano, Hay algo que te pueda traer de las tierras lejanas en donde desembarcaré?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;No… no hay nada que me me puedas enviar, salvo a mi amado. No hay nada que desee tener. Sólo vuelve sano y salvo del solitario océano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Ohh… pero pensé que te gustaría tener algo, quizá de plata u oro… Ya sea de las montañas de Madrid o de la costa de Barcelona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh… pero si tuviera las estrellas de la noche mas oscura y los diamantes del mar mas profundo, los cambiaría por tus dulces besos, ya que es todo lo que deseo tener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Pero puedo estar lejos por un buen tiempo, y todo lo que te pregunto es si habrá algo te pueda enviar para que me recuerdes. Para hacer que tu tiempo pase mas facilmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Como puedes preguntármelo de nuevo? Sólo me da tristeza. Lo mismo que te pido hoy, te pediré mañana…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Recibi una carta, un día solitario. Era de un barco en altamar y decia "no se cuando volveré depende de cómo me sienta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Bueno, si es asi como piensas, estoy segura que tu mente esta vagando y tu corazon no está conmigo, sino con el país al cual está yendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Así que cuíidate de viento del oeste, y de las tormentas… Y si… hay algo que me puedes enviar… Botas de cuero de España…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTY MOORE&lt;/span&gt; (05'50) (2009) Shine on you crazy diamond&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRANKIE KENNEDY&lt;/span&gt; (03'42) (1987) The Sunset&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANDY IRVINE &lt;/span&gt;- RUDE AWAKENING (04'24) I'd love to be with you&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAREN MATHESON &lt;/span&gt;(04'27) (2005) Chi Mi Bhuam&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUBAI &lt;/span&gt;(02'11) Rosbeg&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KELLS &lt;/span&gt;- SUR (04'44) Lone Shanakyle&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROBIN WILLIAMSON &lt;/span&gt;(03'21) (1998) Rothesay Bay&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIBYLLE BAIER &lt;/span&gt;(02'33) Says Elliott&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VASHTI BUNYAN &lt;/span&gt;(03'06) (2005) Wayward&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROSA CEDRóN &lt;/span&gt;(03'33) (2007) O Valse Da Tola&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATT MOLLOY &lt;/span&gt;(03'52) (1987) Ó Ráthaille's Grave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-8084284233726206506?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/8084284233726206506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=8084284233726206506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/8084284233726206506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/8084284233726206506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/08/miercoles-12-de-agosto-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 12 de Agosto de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10474793836146152972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01742678320903424251'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348689731585656479.post-2872159405212534495</id><published>2009-08-05T07:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:02:33.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles, 05 de Agosto de 2009</title><content type='html'>El programa de hoy dedicado al idioma nativo de Irlanda: el Gaélico, también conocido como "Irlandés", diferenciándolo de las otras lenguas celtas, como el Gaélico Escocés o el Galés (de Gales)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 DERVISH (03'41) (1996) Maire Mor (Big Mary)&lt;br /&gt;02 THE BOTHY BAND - OLD HAG YOU HAVE KILLED ME (01'29) song&lt;br /&gt;03 OISIN - BEALOIDEAS (02'25) Peata Beag&lt;br /&gt;03a MAIGHREAD Ní DHOMNAILL (04'51) (1991) Colm Cille Na Féille&lt;br /&gt;04 SINéAD O'CONNOR (03'20) (2002) Óró Sé Do Bheatha 'Bhaile&lt;br /&gt;05 AFRO CELT SOUND SYSTEM (05'09) (1999) Éireann&lt;br /&gt;06 FERNHILL (03'06) (1996) Gwenith Gwyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recreo!&lt;br /&gt;De "Victorialand" 4to álbum (acústico) de los Cocteau Twins&lt;br /&gt;07 COCTEAU TWINS (03'05) throughout the dark months of april and may&lt;br /&gt;08 COCTEAU TWINS (03'26) little spacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colaboración inédita de E.Fraser (cantante de Cocteau) con el difunto Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;09 Jeff Buckley &amp;amp; Elizabeth Fraser - All Flowers In Time Bend Towards The Sun&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 CLANNAD (03'45) Crann Úll&lt;br /&gt;12 DERVISH (03'19) (2001) Seán Bháin&lt;br /&gt;13 PLANXTY (03'46) (1972) Bean Phaidin&lt;br /&gt;14 bridgit fitzgerald (01'26) an sean duine doite&lt;br /&gt;15 DANU (04'22) An Paistin Fionn (the fair-haired one)&lt;br /&gt;16 ALTAN (03'58) (1987) Cití Na Cumann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunos links al respecto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iregua.net/cultura/imlengua/irlandes.htm"&gt;Iregua.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idioma_irland%C3%A9s"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://usuarios.lycos.es/keltoy/Diccionario.htm"&gt;Breve Diccionario Español-Irlandés&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-2872159405212534495?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/2872159405212534495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=2872159405212534495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/2872159405212534495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/2872159405212534495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/08/miercoles-05-de-agosto-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 05 de Agosto de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. 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(01'12) (2003) Moon Mall&lt;br /&gt;05 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINE INCH NAILS&lt;/span&gt; (2008) Ghosts I&lt;br /&gt;06 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL &lt;/span&gt;(2009) Insane Lullaby (James Mercer Of The Shins)&lt;br /&gt;07 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MICE PARADE &lt;/span&gt;(02'25) (2007) Circle None&lt;br /&gt;08 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MúM &lt;/span&gt;(08'11) (2007) Moon Pulls&lt;br /&gt;09 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATRICK WATSON &lt;/span&gt;(08'24) (2006) Daydreamer&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PJ HARVEY &lt;/span&gt;(02'25) (2009) pj_harvey_and_john_parish-cracks_in_the_canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had do we cope&lt;br /&gt;With the days after a death?&lt;br /&gt;Empty days, nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Not even a funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see shapes falling inside&lt;br /&gt;Paintings&lt;br /&gt;Animals and humans, row upon row&lt;br /&gt;Walking toward something&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for an answer,&lt;br /&gt;Me and a million others&lt;br /&gt;Disbelievers&lt;br /&gt;Deserted lovers&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;You better not let me down this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracks in the canvas&lt;br /&gt;Look like roads&lt;br /&gt;That never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RADICAL FACE &lt;/span&gt;(2006) Let The River In&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOAP&amp;amp;SKIN &lt;/span&gt;(05'43) (2009) Cry Wolf&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE DIVINE COMEDY &lt;/span&gt;(04'24) (2006) the light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a photograph of you and me&lt;br /&gt;Drinking sangria somewhere by the sea&lt;br /&gt;There's laughter in our eyes and dreams in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Before life waded in and tore it all apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no more lies to hide behind&lt;br /&gt;And no more tears to cry&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even though the skies above are cold and grey&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure tomorrow we will see the light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some letters from a happier time&lt;br /&gt;I smelled the scented pages and re-read the lines&lt;br /&gt;Why must the summer always turn into the fall?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we lose love to ever know love at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no more lies to hide behind&lt;br /&gt;And no more tears to cry&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even though the skies above are cold and grey&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure tomorrow we will see the light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light of day shining through our window pane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOODPIGEON &lt;/span&gt;(02'56) (2009) Matty John Chyzyk&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPARKLEHORSE &lt;/span&gt;(02'46) (2001) Dog Door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348689731585656479-9163893283723160528?l=enlossietebosques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/feeds/9163893283723160528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348689731585656479&amp;postID=9163893283723160528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/9163893283723160528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348689731585656479/posts/default/9163893283723160528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enlossietebosques.blogspot.com/2009/07/miercoles-08-de-julio-de-2009.html' title='Miércoles, 08 de Julio de 2009'/><author><name>Sergio H. 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