Songs for the Celtic Diaspora – Irish, Scots, Welsh, Cornishmen and women. Where ever you are!
Hallowe’en (Samhain) is the Celtic New Year
October 31 lies exactly between the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice
Our ancestors thought it was a time for magic and communion with spirits.
The “veil between the worlds” of the living and the dead is said to be at its thinnest
Light a candle in memory. Lift a cup in parting to meet again. Remember those you loved in this lifetime and those loved you.
Foretelling the future was commonly practiced as people focused on their desires for the coming year. Traditions like peeling and bobbing for apples, roasting nuts in the fire, and baking cakes with luck tokens , are actually ancient methods of telling fortunes.
With the rise of the Christianity ,
Samhain and the Old Gods were subjected to a Project Fear to scare people off!
They became associated with
But the memory lives on!
In the lonely, dead of midnight
In the dimness, of the twilight
By the streetlight, by the lamplight
I’ll be around
In the sunlight, in the daylight
And I’m workin’, on the insight
And I’m tryin’ to keep, my game uptight
I’ll be around
And your memory, I heard this lonely lonely music once
And your memory, has been haunting me ever since
When I’m tryin’, tryin’ to come down
In my world, my room keeps spinning round
And I’m tryin’ to get my feet, back on the ground
You come around
And your memory, I heard this lonely lonely music once
And your memory, has been haunting me ever since
When I’m tryin’, tryin’ to come down
In my world, my room keeps spinning round
And I’m tryin’ to get my feet, back on the ground
You come around
In my memory, I heard the lonely, lonely music once
In my memory, its been haunting me ever since
In the lonely, dead of midnight
In the dimness of the twilight
If you meet me, by the lamplight
I’ll be around
And I’m tryin’ for the come down
And my room, keeps spinning round and round
And I’m tryin’ to get my feet right back on the ground
You come around
And for all Belfast people, there can be no Van Morrison concert without
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Brilliant. Your inclusion of songs from “Astral Weeks” was great; all about living and dying. Love the album; depressing as hell.:)
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Glad you enjoyed the concert!!! Astral weeks – well – it’s a portrait of Belfast, isn’t it? As you said – depressing as hell but well-loved by its people!!!
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