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Sugarcane

by SHINE

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    Shine are a trio of three of Scotland’s best known voices and two of the world’s finest harp players. Steeped in the traditions of Scotland (Alyth McCormack from the Hebrides, Corrina Hewat from the Highlands and Mary Macmaster from the Lowlands) all are known for their fresh, creative approach and together they create a unique, distinctive and beautiful sound whether performing traditional Gaelic and Scottish songs,
    contemporary covers or original material.

    Comes is a ECO Cardboard Hardcase with Artwork by Craig Mackay @Pictii.com

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1.
Seinn Gur a muladach tha mi 's mi air airigh ri bhainne seinn o ho ro seinn seinn o ho ro leannain seinn o ho ro seinn. Gur a muladach sgith mi s' mi leam fhin air tir m' aineol Cha b’ionnan mar a tha mi man do dh’fhag mi'm braighe Raineoch. Le'm phiuthar le mo bhrathair ged bhith manran ri'm leanann. Ann am bothag an t’sùgraidh 'se bu dunnaig ri Barrach. Ann an eilean an leodach far am pos gach caileig Seinn o horo Ruairi bith daoin-uaisle air do bhanais. Seinn o horo Thormaid air nan gorm shuilean meallach.
2.
Alasdair og Alasdair og Mhic Ic Neacail Illuin o hi ri ho ro ho Illuin o hi ri ho ro na huilirin o hi ri ho ro ho B’fhearr leam fhin gum beirinn mac dhuit Coignear na sianar na seachdnar Chuirinn ciurd an laimh gach fear dhuit Bheirinn cioch is gluinn dha'n asgaidh Thogainn suas air mar a' bhas fhasa iad Air mo ghualainn far am faicte iad Fear na Dhiuc dhiubh's fear na Chaipean Fear air a long mhor as Sasunn Fear na dhrobhair mor na mart dhuibh Fear na sgriobhadair am Peart dhaibh.
3.
Sugarcane. She sticks her head through the clouds and smiles at the moon passing by. Lays her head to the side and grins as the shadow on her brow moves away. She came down with a bang and a crash everything was the same. Now the night is clear she's reappeared. In this world, in this world-again. Mystical words are the kinds you here. Sugarcane still swaying in the wind of a summer breeze. Take a shine like you're coming home. Healing hands stay here for a while. It will not be the same again. Now the night is clear she's reappeared. In this world, in this world-again.
4.
Small Wars. Will she come tonight? Will she take the train? Too gentle, lonely heart and here's the rain. An unlikely pair, they throw heavy hearts away. There's nothing in either one has left to say. No, I don't get involved. but I feel wanted. I know I'll loose all I love but do I care? I know it's not worth the pain of feeling haunted. But I'm falling to earth and there's no love there. Standing on a corner in a steady fall of rain. Standing on a corner you don't need to see again. You've packed all your belongings in a case that's far too small and you can here him trying to reach you on a black phone in the hall. There's no way you can return home not to his voice or to Small Wars. There's no way you can return home not to his voice or to Small Wars. Standing on a corner in a steady fall of rain. Standing on a corner you don't need to see again. And yet you opened up to me as gentle as you are while the storms of life ripped through you skin to draw a little blood. There's no way you can return home not to his voice or to Small Wars. There's no way you can return home not to his voice or to Small Wars. There's no way you can return home not to his voice or to Small Wars. There's no way you can return home not to his voice or to Small Wars.
5.
Braighe Loch Iall. O thèid gun tèid, O thèid mi tharais Gun innis nam bò far an ceòlmhor annir. Sil ò ro bha hò 's na hi ri ri u o hi horan hug ò hil o ro bha hò. Gu innis nam bò far an ceòlmhor ainnir Gu Bràighe Loch Iall far'm bi fiadh san langan. Gu Bràighe Loch Iall far'm bi fiadh san langan. Is earbag nan stùc gu lùthmhor eangarr’ Is earbag nan stùc gu lùthmhor eangarr’ A bheann a fhuilt rèidh guidheam fèin dhuit mo bheannachd A bheann a fhuilt rèidh guidheam fèin dhuit mo bheannachd Mo bheannachd ad dhèidh on as fheudar bhith dealaicht’.
6.
Tocher O meikle thinks my love O my beauty, And meikle thinks my love O my kin, but little thinks my love I ken brawlie My tochers the jewel has charms for him It's all for the apple he'll nourish the tree, it's all for the honey he'll cherish the bee. My laddie's sae meikle in love with the siller He canna hae love tae spare for me. Your profer O love 's an earnest penny, my tocher's the bargain ye will buy. And though ye be crafty I am cunning Sae ye with another your fortune maun try. You're like tae the timmer oh yon rotten wood You're like tae the bark oh yon rotten tree For ye are sae meikle in love wi' the siller ye canna hae love tae spare for me.
7.
Fionnghuala Thuirt an gobha fuirighidh mi The blacksmith said, "I'll wait" 'S thuirt an gobha falbhaidh mi The blacksmith said, "I'll go" 'S thuirt an gobha leis an othail The blacksmith said, in his confusion A bh' air an dòrus an t-sàbhail Standing at the door of the barn Gu rachadh e a shuirghe That he was going to go courting Sèist: Chorus: 'Si eilean nam bothan nam bothan Island of bothies, of bothies Eilean nam bothan nam bothan Island of bothies, of bothies Eilean nam bothan nam bothan Island of bothies, of bothies Am bothan a bh' aig Fionnghuala Fingal's bothies Bheirinn fead air fulmairean I'd knock spots off the birds Bheirinn fead air falmairean I'd knock spots off the hakes Liuthannan beaga na mara Little lythes of the sea Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn We would take a while hauling them in Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn If our hand lines last Cha d'thuirt an dadan a' seo We got nothing here Cha d'thuirt an dadan a' seo We got nothing here Cha d'thuirt an dadan a' seo We got nothing here Bheireamaid greis air an tarrainn We would take a while hauling them in Na maireadh na duirgh dhuinn If our hand lines last
8.
Fields of Gold You'll remember me as the west wind moves among the fields of barley. You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in Fields of Gold. So she took her love for to gaze a while upon the Fields of Barley, in his arms she fell as her hair came down among the Fields of Gold. Will you stay with me will you be my love among the Fields of Barley, we'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in Fields of Gold. I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I've broken, but I swear in the days still left we will walk in Fields of Gold. Many years have passed since those summer days, among the Fields of Barley, see the children run as the sun goes down as you lie in Fields of Gold.
9.
Who are you? She told stories I remember. They were so vivid in her mind. A different age I started dreaming Just like the time. Father did work for the labour club. Never got paid. She won't vote for them now. Still you share all the good times. The past that I know you're living in. Stories told over and over just like the time…… Father did work for the labour club Never got paid She won't vote for them now And it just goes to show You don't know who you are. You don't know who you are. You don't know who you are.
10.
Gloomy Winter. Gloomy Winter's noo awa' soft the westlin breezes blow. Among the birks O Stanley shaw the mavis sings fu cheery O. Sweet the craw flowers early bell decks Glenifers dewy dell. Blooming like your bonny sell, my ain my eartless deary O'. Come my lassie let us stay, o'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae, and blithly spend the gowden day, mid joys that ne'r can weary O. Trees may bud and birds may sing. Flowers may bloom and vergers spring. But joy to me they canna bring. Unless wi' ye my deary O. Towering o'er the newton woods. lavrocks fan the snow white clouds Siller socs wi' downy buds adorn the banks sae breary O. Around the silvern fairy nooks, Feathery breckans fringe the rocks. Beneath the brae the burny dukes and ilka thing is cheery O.
11.
Be suid a bhriogas uallach Be suid a bhriogas uallach ho ri am pi Bhriogais an duin' uasil ho ri am po Nuair a chuir mi suas i ho ri am pi 'S iomadh duin a' chual 'e nach robh na coir Siod a bhriogais fhasanta ho ri am pi A bhriogais a' bhagamsa ho ri am po Bha i mugha is fada dhomh ho ri am pi Ged a chanain farsainn air a chuile doigh 'S chaidh mi chon an taillier ho ri am pi 'S gun gearradh e pairt dhith ho ri am po Thuirt e airson paigheadh ho ri am pi Gu'n deanadh e dha na bh'innt a chlo 'S fhoighneadh iad an cothromach ho ri a pi A bheil i ga do thoileachadh ho ri am po 'N do ghabh iad do thomhasan ho ri am pi Thuirt mi gura colach gu'n do ghabh is coir Saoil nach robh i cunnartach ho ri am pi Nuair a chuir mi umam i ho ri am po Shaoil iad nach robh duin' innt ho ri am pi Gus an cual iad bruidheann ann 's thuirt iad 'ha'
12.
Ruidhleadh mo nighean donn. Ruidhleadh mo nighean donn bha an raoir an cul a bhearraidh. Ruidhleadh mo nighean donn bha an cul a ghearraidh Ruidhleadh mo nighean donn bha an raoir an cul a bhearraidh. Faragin mo nighean donn bha an cul a ghearraidh. Faragin mo nighean donn bha an raoir air cul a bhearraidh. Faragin mo nighean donn bha an cul a ghearraidh. Faragin mo nighean donn bha an raoir air cul a bhearraidh. Ruidhleadh mo nighean donn bha an cul a ghearraidh. Nighean dubh si nighean donn bha an raoir an cul a bhearraidh. Nighean dubh si nighean donn bha an cul a ghearraidh. Nighean dubh si nighean donn bha an raoir an cul a bhearraidh. Faragin mo nighean donn bha an cul a ghearraidh. Faragin mo nighean donn bha an raoir air cul a bhearraidh. Faragin mo nighean donn bha an cul a ghearraidh. Faragin mo nighean donn bha an raoir air cul a bhearraidh. Ruidhleadh mo nighean donn bha an cul a ghearraidh.
13.
Gloomy December Ance mair I hail thee thou Gloomy December. Ance mair I hail thee with sorrow and care. Sad was the parting thou made me remember. Parting wi' Nancy o nair to meet mair. Fond lover’s parting is sweet painful pleasure. Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour. But the dire feeling, o farewell forever. Anguish unmingled and agony pure. Wild as the winter now tearing the forest. Till the last leaf O the summer is flown. Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom. Till my last hope and last comfort is gone. Still shall I hail thee; thou Gloomy December. Still shall I hail thee with sorrow and care. For sad was the parting, thou makes me remember. Parting wi' Nancy, O nair to meet mair.
14.
Happed in Mist Happed in mist these 25 eventful years seem to him now, and in all but one a friendly gaze a ghost of gladness by his side. With horse and plough he marched with pride of the purest kind. Then a blink of light, and it’s Flanders field and the end of time. Through the flash and cannon roar he saw his Christine’s smiling eyes, and with no more thought of blood or shell he made his way to hold her near. But Truth and Honours henchmen found him leaving here. A madman’s rave, a coward’s grave, for the volunteer. And in his eyes few snipe and curlew, and in his nose blew moistened air, and in his mind the wood the King stole that robbed the land and laid it bare. But in his heart his lovers memory; singing on their wedding night. Where once the parks flowed thick with corn. That sullen tune is with him now. Happed in mist the Kings Own Rifles. Ready Aim. The flowers of the forest are a' weed awa'.

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Shine has emerged from the vigorous Scottish music scene. Corrina from the Highlands lived with the Scottish folk tradition but went on to study Jazz. Alyth was brought up in the Islands amidst the gaelic tradition but went on to study classical music and Mary was riased in Glasgow and Edinburgh but with roots in the gaelic culture, studied Scottish History and taught merself music. Drawn to Shine though a common need of expression, thier own diverse individualities, passionate and challenging; blend together and fuse to create this unique sound which is Shine.

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released May 19, 2014

Shine are: Corrina Hewat: Electro Harp/Vocals, Mary Macmaster: Electro Harp/Vocals & Alyth McCormack: Vocals.

Recorded at Kinky Studio, Edinburgh by Nik Kinloch and at the Sund Cafe, Ninemileburn by Dave Gray. Mixed by Nik Kinloch. Produced by Jim Sutherland.

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Shine are a trio of 3 of Scotland’s best known voices & 2 of the world’s best harp players. Steeped in the traditions of Scotland (Alyth McCormack, the Hebrides, Corrina Hewat, the Highlands& Mary Macmaster, the Lowlands) are known for their creativity. Together they create a unique, distinctive&beautiful sound performing traditional Gaelic&Scottish songs,contemporary covers or original material. ... more

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