Story Behind The Song
Like a lot of men I longed for a closer relationship with my Father. I didn't listen but pretended I did. In the end I became more like him. When I worked in the Mine he'd say my back wouldn't last. LOL.. anyway this was based on a Beat that I played on my knee and I wrote the Lilt in the words to match this. My English teacher would have really been upset by lines like "Into our Village they came to defeat us some Viking Men. LOL
Song Description
A father / son relationship. Modern and Ancient expressed in a Chant like manner. The drum sound is of Roman soldiers invading and then leaving Britain.
| Song Length |
3:50 |
Genre |
World - Celtic, Folk - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Diplomatic, Annoyed |
Subject |
Relationship, Father |
| Language |
English |
Era |
Before 1600 |
Lyrics
"You are the chosen", he said as he led us before the Clan. "Young men with promise", he said, "with our Legends to be fed, with our legends to be fed".
I was nineteen, my senses keen, but so was my sword, I thought "Sharper than his words", our Seanachie, our Seanachie.
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CHORUS refrain::
"Sing our legends to me, I'll listen, I listen well". "tell our stories to me, I'll learn them, I'll learn them well".
"Lay down you're sword your a Seanachie, lay down your sword. Lay down your sword you're a Seanachie, lay down your sword."
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"Young men are Mortal" he said, as I crept up towards the fire, "Question your limits", he said "If you cross them you are dead, if you cross them you are dead".
I was nineteen, hardened and mean, but so was my sword, now thrust in the hot flame of eternity, of eternity.
Chorus
Into our village there came to defeat us some Viking men. Swords swung by the best of our men, met axes, and they did bend, met axes and did bend".
He was unseen our Seanachie, but everyone heard a tongue sharper than the sword, Oranaicha, Oranaicha.
Chorus
Now I'm laying with the woman of the Clan, our Sine, I'm Seanachie. My son is bouncing on my knee. "Does he listen?, No - not to me (.. to her but not to me), I am singing and telling tales, there's rust on my sword,. My tongue sharper from his word, our Seanachie, our Seanachie.
"Like your father before you, you are a Seanachie, a Seanachie.
Chorus