Urchin Sampler I

by Urchin Collective

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'If you want to go fast go alone, if you want to go far go together'

Urchin Collective is a movement of independent musicians based in Ireland operating in the genres of avant garde electronica, folk, Irish language, trad, alternative and indie.

Inspired by the work of other Irish and international collectives such as Community Music and Blocks Recording Club, in the next year we will release a sampler of our music and perform several curated events.

We have words. We have spirit. Come join us.

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released November 18, 2012

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Urchin Collective Ireland

Urchin Collective is a movement of independent musicians based in Ireland operating in the genres of avant garde electronica, folk, Irish language, trad, alternative and indie.
Inspired by the work of other Irish and international collectives, in the next year we will release a sampler of our music and perform several curated events.
We have words. We have spirit. Come join us
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Track Name: Pearse McGloughlin & Nocturnes - Bright Star
Bright Star

I went out walking
In a bright starry night
Grown tired of the talking
I left to seek light

And so I became
the boy who tread stars
When my eyes had grown bleary
In the stale smoky bars

I went out looking
for some kind of truth
Was that too much to ask for
Too much to ask of youth?

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I stood watching
Pale comets explode
Rapt by their splendour
I forgot I grew old

The stars can be cruel
They dash innocent hopes
But they offer up new ones
For the ones that they stole

Now I’m still as steadfast
As that starry night
Watching over you dearly
With a warm lidless eye

Bridge
Would you set out with me again
Would you take my hand my celestial friend?


I went out looking
for some kind of truth
Was that too much to ask for
Too much to ask of youth?
Track Name: Enda Reilly and Stephen James Smith - September 1913
September 1913 by WB Yeats

WHAT need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone; 5
For men were born to pray and save:
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.

Yet they were of a different kind
The names that stilled your childish play, 10
They have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman’s rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could they save:
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone, 15
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.

Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide;
For this that all that blood was shed,
For this Edward Fitzgerald died, 20
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,
All that delirium of the brave;
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.

Yet could we turn the years again, 25
And call those exiles as they were,
In all their loneliness and pain
You’d cry ‘Some woman’s yellow hair
Has maddened every mother’s son’:
They weighed so lightly what they gave, 30
But let them be, they’re dead and gone,
They’re with O’Leary in the grave.