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Mit
Andy Irvine
(Vocals, Fylde Bouzouki)
Donal Lunny
(Bouzouki)
Paul Barrett
(Fender Rhodes
Polymoog)
Garvan Gallagher
(E-Bass)
Keith Donald
(Soprano Sax)
Veröffentlicht auf:
Andy
Irvine
RAINY
SUNDAYS
(Wundertüte
CD TÜT 72.141)
und
MAGIC
IRISH
ROMANCES
(Vive La Difference
CD Nr. 39381)
Noten & Text
im Songbook:
Andy
Irvine
AIMING
FOR
THE HEART
Irish Song Affairs
108 Seiten • Paperback
Song
Bücherei
ISBN 978-3-923445-05-9
Anmerkung von
Andy Irvine:
"Immer bereit, dem Herzen
und nicht dem Verstand zu
folgen, verrannte ich mich
vor vielen Jahren in eine
recht einseitige Liebe.
Sie wurde nie erwidert
hat mich aber eine lange Zeit
nicht mehr los gelassen."
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Text und Musik:
Andy Irvine
Rainy Sundays, windy dreams,
Cloudy memories, fading scenes.
Down in Ljubljana, they’ve never seen such a
motley crew
Some in search of Nirvana and some of us with
nothing else to do
Only stopped for a moment to shelter from the
rain
It wasn’t till five months later, that I was
traveling again,
If you’re heading down towards the East
Stay on the road my friend
Don’t break your heart for Vida
In a Slovenian dead end.
Rainy sundays, windy dreams,
Cloudy memories, fading scenes.
In a Supermarket storeroom, it’s dirty but
it’s where we all doss down
It’s underneath the cold ground, no shaft of
light has ever shown us round,
Wake up in the morning
(or is it the afternoon?),
And it’s rumored every evening
Police are going to get us soon.
But they never do and anyway, I’d die a
hero’s death
For when I’m in her company, the world holds
it’s breath.
Rainy Sundays, sodden feet flap along on the
flags,
Zany, some days, me and the boys we fall around at
the gags,
When I’m waiting for Vida
Get drunk as a rule
When I finally see her
Does she think I’m a fool?
For she wears an air of mystery
It suits her well you know
And I wear my heart upon my sleeve
Hope it doesn’t show.
But it’s only make believe,
Visions in a waking dream,
Like dust that dances in a hazy sunbeam,
Sometimes at night,
Wake with a start
To see your smile
Fade in the dark.
Rainy Sundays, windy dreams,
Can't seem to rid myself of these nostalgic
scenes.
At the station waiting, as sullen clouds scud
across the sky
Humiliating, the birds on the gray wind seem to
cry
All my companions are
seated on the train
Going to spend the day at the sea but she’s
let me down again
And as the train rolls down the line
I roll back into town
To sear old haunts
For she who taunts
Her lonely hand-me-down.
One Sunday at the skating, told her I was tired of
playing pretend
Incapacitating, these windy dreams that are my
childhood friend
You never know the cards you hold
Until you play them wrong
For now she’s long gone
But the moments flown and so’s the luck
As lucky moments may
And a windy dream can come unstuck
On any Rainy Sunday.
Standing on the Sava’s banks
That random moment’s trapped in time
The ghost of you still stalks across my mind
A smiling girl
Turns her back
Walks away
Fades to black.
HÖRPROBE
(Copyright © Andy Irvine und Heupferd Musik Verlag
(für Deutschland, Österreich und Schweiz)
Alle Rechte vorbehalten).
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