Unsung Yarns

by Tapestries of Sound



Southern Star music and lyrics by Vanessa Alia.
Silverton Picnic Train, Camelei and Captain of the Desert lyrics by Mahesh
Cailín deas crúite na mBó and Na Connerys are traditional Irish songs

'Unsung Yarns' album launch will be at the Vanguard (Newtown) on 7 April 2011. Visit www.thevanguard.com.au for bookings

Recorded and mixed by Greg Le Couteur at ‘Chelsea’ (May-Aug ‘08) and Shadowsounds in Kellyville (Aug-Sept ‘08) and Glossodia (Aug ‘09)
Produced by Tapestries of Sound and Greg Le Couteur
Mastered by William Bowden at King Willy Sound
Artwork and cover design by Chantelle Burge-Ferrow
Artwork images on front: ‘Afghan pouring water from bag into cup’ courtesy of National Library of Australia and ‘Billy Blue’ by J.B. East (1834) courtesy of State Library of NSW

Thanks to: Greg Le Couteur, Joe Gould, Chantelle Burge-Ferrow, Jeni White, Amanda McKenzie, Hashim Durrani, Scott 'Hippie' Hughes and the Broken Hill crew, Lion, the Broken Hill Historic Society, Mossie Scanlon, Judy Pinder, Val Noone, Nollaig Legget, Éilis & Greg Hurst, gach Gaeilgeoiri san Astrail, the Dixons, the Radhakrishnan families, Matty Baistow, the Crooked Fiddle Band, Lolo Lovina, the National Folk Festival and everyone who has supported us over the years.


released April 7, 2011


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Track Name: Silverton picnic train
Flying a rival flag-
Dangerous times
Disgruntled though you feel
Beware of the vigilant eyes
Silverton picnic train
Ready to celebrate
Hardly prepared for pain
Behind the car they wait

Behind the cart we hide
Blind to the faceless screams
To no one do we confide
These last of our broken dreams

I will fight and kill your people
because your people are fighting us
I have no enemies among you
This I do 'cos I feel it so much

Silverton picnic train
Ready to celebrate
Hardly prepared for pain
A totally different fate
A picnic on New Year's day
For the folk of Broken Hill
The war seemed so far away
Before the chill...

Why did they shoot to kill?
Why did they hide?
Why are they full of hate?
Why do they stay that side?
Track Name: Camelei (them bastards did a lot for this country)
Heading out to the outback to the old into the past, west,
Riding out from the sun to another zone yet in the same state
Unearthing histories and mysteries of families
Whose stories are unheard to many-
Did you know them bastards did a lot for this country?

Camelelelei lelelei...

Uncovering little blasts from the past in the old mining township
By the desert where the dromedaries roam in the loam- once were tied there
In the camp to the north and the west both would bow in the same direction
Very little remains that proclaims how these cameleers did a lot for this country

Camelelelei lelelei...

From the Sindh and Punjab, Peshawar, Kandahar and The Frontier
They came from Kargil and Kabul, Cairo, Karachi and Kashmir
Burke and Wills they might have found their way back if they took along Esan Khan and Dost Mahomet before they got lost in the desert country
Track Name: Captain of the desert
Captain of the desert
Shipped onto this country
To open up the waters
Of the sea of sand
From Marree to Oodnadatta
From Alice to Port Augusta
You led them thirsty pioneers
Across the wide brown land
You're the Captain of the desert

Why are you undermined
Buried in the pages of ages
And your tracks, very hard to find
Discovery's covered what you left behind

You're the Captain of the desert
Shipped onto this country
To open up the waters of the sea of sand
While Burke and Giles and Lasseter
Are names we bathe in glory
Our Dost, Abdul and Dervish
Lie hidden in the sand...

(Followed by 'The Cameleer's jig' and coda)

Coda lyrics-

Captain of desert
Open up this country
With compass and Qur'an
Across the wide brown land!
Track Name: Na Connerys
A Chaoimhín mhallaithe guímse deacair ort agus gráin Mhic Dé
(Is) ar an ngasra úd athá ceangailte go dlúth le do thaobh
Mar 's iad a dhearbhaigh na leabhartha go humhal sa mbréag
Is do chuir na Connerys thar na farraigí go dtí 's na New South Wales

An té a bheadh ina sheasamh ann (is) dhéanfadh machnamh ar ár gcúis dá plé
Mar a sheasaigh sé ón seacht ar maidín go dtí tar éis a naoi
Do chroith an talamh fúinn le linn na leabhartha (ann dá) dtabhairt sa mbréag
Is mo ghreidhin an t-anam bocht (nó) tá sí damanta má's fíor don chléir

Interlude in raga 'Desh'

A Bhanríon bheannaithe is a Rí na bhFlaitheas Gheal, tabhair fuascailt orainn araon
(Is) ar an mbanaltra atá sa bhaile 's go dúch inár ndéidh
Le linn an Aifrinn a bígí ag agallamh is ag guí chun Dé
Ar na Connerys a thabhairt abhaile chughainn ó sna New South Wales

(Adapted from http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=57396

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