Lyrics: Award winning songwriter, composer and lyricist and librettist Gregory Becker and the late American songwriter Troy Jones. Vocals: Neotraditional American country music singer-songwriter Alan Eugene Jackson.
When God Paints.
When God paints, birds sing. He colours every feather on a sparrow’s wing. When God paints, the wind blows, With a stroke of love, he dips his brush in a rainbow. Sometimes I take for granted the simple things. I can be his biggest critic when it starts to rain, But there’s always a bigger picture I can’t explain, When God paints, the heart beats, A life begins, a season ends and lovers meet, And I’ve learned that sometimes, It’s not always black and white or well-defined, When God paints. Sometimes I take for granted the simple things. I can be his biggest critic when it starts to rain, But there’s always a bigger picture I can’t explain, When God paints, we dance, And I reach across the canvas and I take your hand, And my world is so complete, When I look at you, a masterpiece is all I see, When God paints. Sometimes I take for granted the simple things. I can be his biggest critic when it starts to rain. But there’s always a bigger picture I can’t explain, When God paints. I pray I always see the beauty inside the frame, When God paints. END
FREE Culture Night Event in Cashel Library “An evening with Patrice Davern”. Friday 20th September from 6.30pm.
Ms Maura Barrett, (Cashel Library) Reports:-
You canlocate the Cashel Library building, situated on Friar Street, Lady’s Well, Cashel, Co. Tipperary, HERE. (G487+RX) Please Note: For this free event hereunder booking is essential to Tel. No.:- 062, 63825
Ms Patrice (O’Connor) Davern studied music at Maynooth University at both degree and Masters level, before taking up a place at the world-renowned Sorbonne University in Paris, where she attained a professional Masters in both music and performance.
She has toured extensively with both ‘To Dance on the Moon’ and ‘Spirit of Ireland’, performing at home and in Germany, Denmark, New Zealand and Australia.
She sang as a soloist at the Eucharistic Congress in Croke Park and at the opening Mass for the ‘World Meeting of Families’ and also performed for the visit of Pope Francis to Ireland, along with regular performances on RTE’s televised Masses.
Feels Like Home To Me.
Lyrics: American singer, songwriter, pianist, film composer and conductor, Randy Newman. Vocals: Patrice(O’Connor)Davern.
Feels Like Home To Me.
There’s something in your eyes, Makes me wanna lose myself. Makes me wanna lose myself, In your arms. There’s something in your voice, Makes my heart beat fast. Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life. And if you knew how lonely my life has been, And how long I’ve been so alone. And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along, And change my life the way you’ve done. It feels like home to me. It feels like home to me. It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from. It feels like home to me. It feels like home to me. It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong. A window breaks down a long dark street, And a siren wails in the night. But I’m alright, cause I have you here with me, And I can almost see the dark, there is light Well if you knew how much this moment means to me, And how long I’ve waited for your touch. And if you knew how happy you are making me, I never thought that I’d love anyone so much. It feels like home to me. It feels like home to me. It feels like I’m all the way back where I come from. It feels like home to me. It feels like home to me. It feels like I’m all the way back where I belong.. It feels like I’m all the way back where I came from.
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Ms Patrice (O’Connor) Davern and her sister have performed as a duo and their wedding rendition of the ‘Rattlin Bog’ received world-wide attention, receiving over 100 million views on-line; earning them an invite to perform at a music festival in Wisconsin, USA.
Ms Davern regularly performs with the ‘Fuaimlaoi Choir’, based out of St Teresa’s Church, Clarendon Street, Dublin and has recorded a studio album and composed music for liturgical celebrations, along with recording individual songs released with her sister.
This is an evening of entertainment truly not to be missed.
A poem by the late great American acclaimed poet; storyteller; fry cook; street-car conductor; professional dancer; prostitute and lesbian madam; film director; nightclub performer; civil rights activist; playwright; autobiographer and professor of American studies at Wake Forest University, Dr Maya Angelou, [Latter born Marguerite Annie Johnson].
The late Dr Maya Angelou, (1928 – 2014).
“Still I Rise”
You may write me down in history, With your bitter, twisted lies. You may tread me in the very dirt, But still, like dust, I rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk as if I have oil wells, Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I rise.
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t take it so hard, ‘Just cause I laugh as if I have gold mines, Diggin’in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your lies, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But like life, I rise.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise, That I dance as if I have diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame, I rise. Up from a past rooted in pain, I rise. I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling bearing in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak miraculously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the hope and the dream of the slave. And so, I rise.
Lyrics and Vocals: Australian pop singer and songwriter, Dean Lewis Grant Loaney, (Dean Lewis).
Early morning there’s a message on my phone. It’s my mother saying, “Darling, please come home”. I fear the worst, but how could you leave us all behind? There’s so much to say but there’s so little time, So how do I say goodbye. To someone who’s been with me for my whole damn life? You gave me my name and the colour of your eyes. I see your face when I look at mine, So how do I, how do I, how do I say goodbye? When I couldn’t, you always saw the best in me. Right or wrong, you were always on my side, But I’m scared of what life without you is like, And I saw the way she looked into your eyes, And I promise if you go, I will make sure she’s alright, So how do I say goodbye. To someone who’s been with me for my whole damn life? You gave me my name and the color of your eyes. I see your face when I look at mine. So how do I, how do I, how do I say goodbye? And there’s no way you could ever let me down. Gonna steal some time and start again. You’ll always be my closest friend, And someday we are gonna make it out. Just hold the light, just hold the light, So how do I say goodbye. To someone who’s been with me for my whole damn life? You gave me my name and the color of your eyes. I see your face when I look at mine. So how do I, how do I, how do I say goodbye? So how do I, how do I, how do I say goodbye?
Vocals: The magnificent voices of American country singer, songwriter and guitarist, Chris Stapleton, and his American singer, songwriter wife Morgane Stapleton(née Hayes), latter performing the harmony and duet vocals.
Amanda.
Lyrics: Retired American songwriter, the great Robert Lee McDill.
I’ve held it all in, God knows I’ve tried, It’s an awful awakenin’, In a country boy’s life. Look in the mirror, In total surprise, At the hair on my shoulders, And the age in my eyes. Amanda, light of my life, Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife. Amanda, light of my life, Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife. It’s a measure of people, Who don’t understand, The pleasures of life, In a Hillbilly band. Got my first guitar, When I was 14, Now, I’m pushing 40, And I’m still wearin’ jeans. Amanda, light of my life, Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife. Amanda, light of my life, Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife.
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