GRIFF "The False Fly"
01. System 7 (Bela Fleck/Griff)
02. Visur (trad. Iceland)
An old Icelandic traditional song recorded from Rósa Guðmundsdóttir from Vatnsenda.
Augun mín og augun þín, |
My eyes and your eyes
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03. The False Fly (Lyrics: trad./Music: Griff)
A tune, the Hairy Canary, from our former accordeonist Pascale Rubens, evolved into this song. Followed by Raphael’s favourite Irish reel, “The Old Bush”
‘O where are you going?’ Cried the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road
‘I am going to my school,’ said the lovely little child
Only but seven years old
‘Will you come along with me?’ Cried the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road
‘No, I won’t come with you,’ Said the lovely little child
Only but seven years old
‘I will give you a ring,’ Cried the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road ‘
Then you’d be my King,’ Said the lovely little child
Only but seven years old
What is rounder than a ring, (And) what is higher than a king
Cried the fly to the child on the road
The sun is rounder than a ring, (And) God is higher than a King
Said the pretty child, seven years old
“I’ll fling your dog a stone,” cried the False False Fly
To the lovely little child on the road
I wish it were a bone,” said the lovely little child
Only but seven years old
‘What is higher than the sky, And what is deeper than the sea?
Cried the fly to the child on the road.
‘Heaven is higher than the sky,’ And ‘Hell is deeper than the sea,’
Said the pretty child, seven years old
Then he flew away in flames Did the False False Fly
From the lovely little child on the road
‘Twas the devil in disguise ‘Twas a False FireFly’
Said the pretty little child on the road
04. Parpaioun (Lyrics:trad./Music:R. Decker)
Prologue: Chanson: Parpaioun, maride-ti ! Parpaioun, maride-ti ! Parpaioun, maride-ti ! Épilogue:
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Prologue: Song: Butterfly, get married! Butterfly, get married! Butterfly, get married! Epilogue: |
05. How many Goats... (R. Decker)
... will be left?
06. Tourniquet (S. Salverius)
07. Sendedir (Lyrics: K. Himmet /Music: L. Gültekin/Griff/Copper Arr: A. Lambinet)
Raphael learned this song from Emre Gültekin who’s dad, Lütfü Gültekin, composed the melody for. The poetry is from Kul Himmet (XVI-XVII century) a troubadour which is known as one of the seven Great Poets from Turkey. The melody underwent some thorough “Grifficication” and coppers were provided by Adrien Lambinet and Johan Dupont.
Vakti seherde Dü?mü?üm kald?r Benim biçare Nefsi zalimi Derman sendedir
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In twilight morning time I stay falling over and over again Completely helpless Sensual, cruel The cure relies with you |
08. Antiphone (S. Salverius)
09. Gula Gula (Mari Boine)
A Cry from Mother Earth and our Foremothers and Forefathers. Will you listen for once? Hear the voices from the small peoples that try to continue to live in harmony with their environment following the old ways. Saami, Khakas, Sakha-Yakut, Albanian, Tuvan, Xhosa, Andean, Inuit, Altai, ... and many more to discover here.
Performed by Raphael De Cock on vocals and chatkhan & Rémi Decker on vocals, whistles ans säckpipa.
Gula gula, nieida, gánda
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Hear, hear, girl, boy |
10. Les Mots... (Lyrics:R. Decker./Music:R. De Cock/R. Decker)
Je respire pas je chante,
Et quoi qu’on me demande
Les mots, les noms, les notes
Je les ferai respirer
Inspirer la beauté
Expirer la gaieté
Des sentiments débordants
Mon coeur condoléant
Mon coeur qui me réclame
Déclame bien s’exclame
Des mots, des noms, des notes
Oppressant mes poumons
Mes poumons qui expirent
Se rétractent puis s’étirent
Essoufflement ardant
Comme une syncope en sept temps
Ik adem niet ik zing,
En wat je‘r ook van vindt
Les mots, les noms, les notes
Je les ferai respirer
Ces temps qui me font vivre,
Marcher ou bien courir
Ces mots, ces noms, ces notes
Impasses de ma pensée
Une pensée aride
Envers les gens avides
Qui au lieu de chanter
Ne font que nous emmerder
Ik adem niet ik zing,
En wat je‘r ook van vindt
J’expirerai ma pensée
Et ça, quitte à m’essouffler
Je respire pas je chante
Et quoi qu’on me demande
J’expirerai ma pensée
Et ça, quitte à m’essouffler
11. Searching (trad. England)
As I walked out one May morning,
One May morning betime,
I met a maid from home had strayed
Just as the sun did shine.
“What makes you rise so soon, my dear,
Your journey to pursue?
Your pretty little feet they tread so sweet,
Strikes off the morning dew”
“I’m going to feed my father’s flock,
His young and tender lambs,
That over hills and over dales
Lie a-waiting for their dams”.
“Oh stay, oh stay, you handsome maid
And rest a moment here.
For there is none but you alone
That I do love so dear.
For I am thine and thou art mine.
No man shall uncomfort thee.
We’ll join our hands in wedlock bands
And married we shall be”.
12. Genova (R. Decker)
13. Dodeca Medita (M. Decombel)
GHOST TRACK: Clann a Righ (trad)
A magical song that Griff performed on their concert at The Hebridean Celtic festival in Stornoway, Scotland 2008. The song was also collected from the Isle of Lewis. It’s a charming song, looking forward to the splendid wedding of the child being sung to. It is also said to be a melody for the highland pipes that survived as a lullaby in times when music was forbidden by the church. Raphael finishes off with the tune not on bagpipes but with overtone singing over the drone of his voice.
Bidh Clann Ulaidh, laoigh ‘s a lurain
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The Children of Ulster, calves and pretty boys, The King's clan, the King's clan Clan (mac)Kenzie of the bright hordes
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