Ailein Duinn

Gura mise tha fo èislean
Moch sa’ mhadainn is mi ‘g èirigh

Ò hì, shiubhalainn leat…
Hì rì bhò, hò rù bhì
Hì rì bhò, hò rinn ò hò
Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiubhalainn leat

Ma ’s e ‘n cluasag dhut a ghaineamh
Ma ’s e leabaidh dhut an gheamainn

Ò hì, shiubhalainn leat…
Hì rì bhò, hò rù bhì
Hì rì bhò, hò rinn ò hò
Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiubhalainn leat

Ma ’s en t-iasg do choinlean geala
Ma ’s na ròin do luchd-faire

Ò hì, shiubhalainn leat…
Hì rì bhò, hò rù bhì
Hì rì bhò, hò rinn ò hò
Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiubhalainn leat

Dh’òlainn deoch ge boil le càch e
Dè dh’fhuil do choim ’s tu ‘n
Dèidh do bhathadh…

Ò hì, shiubhalainn leat…
Hì rì bhò, hò rù bhì
Hì rì bhò, hò rinn ò hò
Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiubhalainn leat

 

– Capercaillie, Rob Roy

Hold Your Colour

Soaking through
Colours that have us up against the wall
Soaking through
Colours that have us up against the wall

Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall

Soaking through

Ahhh, she looked into your eyes
And saw what laid beneath,
Don’t try to save yourself,
The circle is complete,
We’re reaching out and to tell you,
Nothing else can touch me

Soaking through

Fading gently,
Soaking through,
And starting not to show at all
We’re reaching out and to take you,
Nothing else can touch me

Soaking through

Hold your colours against the wall,
When they take everything away,
Hold your colours against the wall

 

– Pendulum, Hold Your Colour (2005)

Ubi caritas et amor

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Congregavit nos in unum Christi amor.
Exultemus, et in ipso iucundemur.
Temeamus, et amemus Deum vivum.
Et ex corde diligamus nos sincero.

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Simul ergo cum in unum congregamur:
Ne nos mente dividamur caveamus.
Cessent iurgia maligna, cessent lites.
Et in medio nostri sit Christus Deus.

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Simul quoque cum beatis videamus,
Glorianter vultum tuum, Christe Deus.
Gaudium quod est immensum, atque probum:
Saecula per infinita saeculorum.
Amen.

Come to Me

Come to me
while I’m sleeping,
so their wagging tongues
might not find you, my love!

All the while
they lie down,
our lighter souls fuse,
fly and dive, my love.

So, stamp this night so strong,

that I will remember
and have it ever after!

Come to me
in my dreaming,
so their wagging tongues
might not find you, my love!

‘Round the corner,
back of hands,
they’ll still be talking
whether or not we’d ever,
whether we’d ever, my love.

 

– Vangelis, Voices (1995);
vocals by Caroline Lavelle

We Are Shangri-La

We raise and raze our city
like the strangest house of
cards

a ghost-breath mist of snow
where no snow falls

for we are
Atlantis and the town of Prester
John.

Three weeks apart from
never, we dance and do not
fall.

We are
Shangri-la.

History has dreamed
of us. History has dreamed of
this.

Those who know the way,
many times return.

History has
dreamed of us, building up our
city

just to watch it burn.

We
are Shangri-la.

We carry
goddess-dust upon our skin,
wherever we go,

rising with
bright feathers in the
desert.

Blessed by the wind, we
dance; we thrive.

We shimmer in
the never-was.

We are
Shangri-la.

Those who know the
way…

Relieving saddened sleep
and fitful visions, we return.

We
raise our city high. We watch our
city burn.

We are the mirage for
those who dare to come and
see.

The burning in our blood
will set us free.
We are free.

We
are Shangri-la.

 

– S.J. Tucker, Quartered: Songs of Palimpsest (2009)