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You Know Me

by Kevin McSherry

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1.
All By The Quay - Kevin McSherry All by the quay In Belfast City I boarded a ship and was on my way I left my home, my wife and my family To cut hay in England and send home my pay Among the pigs, the sheep and the cattle I played a jig and I passed the day The moon did rise over Country and castle As we sailed into Morecambe Bay Well it’s not the way that I’d spend my life boys I’d rather be back with my wife and my kin But as long as the rich spend their lives getting richer I’ll always be following the work where its in From Heysham Port to Lancaster City Is a fine old step on a moon lit night But with no warm words to welcome Paddy I slept neath a hedge in the cold starlight On the next days hike on to the hirings I fell in with a giant called Kevin O’Shea He’d taken two weeks to travel from Galway With a fine pair of horses and a gig to trade. I worked all summer for a man named Farrer Me and a fella from the county Tyrone We cut and carried the hay from his meadows And stacked it high dry in his barns of stone And over the meadows the curlews were calling The lapwings tumbled by lambs and by ewes At home these same sounds usher the spring in The same old sounds but a different view. We cut the tall grass in the morning right early Had it turned and shaken out by the bright midday In the evening light before dew was falling We forked it into field cocks for to spread next day And all this while my own land was tended By my sweet Maggie and my children three My Dad, God bless him, will help to bring the oats in The ‘taters we planted will wait for me
2.
Binary Decisions - Kevin McSherry I want some binary decisions Something to split me and you I need some binary decisions To divide us in two Some loveless reason Something outrageous will do Yes I need something outrageous I don’t care what I say I’ll say something outrageous And repeat it all day It don’t have to make sense Reason just gets in the way Are you in or out now? Are you on my side? Are you with me or not? Cos it’s time to decide I’m not here to reason I’m only here for the ride How I love the media They get paid by the word We’ve all been to the same school We love something absurd They’ll repeat every nonsense Every outrageous word We hate career politicians It’s only me you can trust You know I’m on your side And I’ll kick up a fuss I drink the same drink that you do, I drink it from a pint glass. I am a populist politician And I know what to do We use binary decisions To divide us in two Then we’ll know who’s on our side They’ll hate the same people we do. We want some binary decisions Don’t leave no room for doubt Some divisive reasons Some thing to give it a clout so I can easily say Are you in or out
3.
Say My Name 05:41
Say my Name: Kevin McSherry My oppressors took away my name. They called me by an unpleasant thing. The bullies only see the difference in me, They treat my brothers and my sisters just the same Without love in their jealous eyes I'm an outsider, an embarrassment, a curse. Without love they cannot see the irreplaceable me That my mother used to cherish and to nurse But I am not one of a type I am me. I have a name and a right to be free I’m entitled to be known by the state and by my own By the name that my mother gave to me. With no name They can pretend that I’m not special. Without respect bullies take their fill. With no name I am easier to torture to deport With no name I am easier to kill. Pikey, Paddy, Packy, Papist, Jock or Jew Asylum Seeker, Refugee are just a few Of the names that people choose to rob and to abuse Those who for no fault of their own don’t look like you But I am not one of a type I am me. I have a name and a right to be free I’m entitled to be known by the state and by my own By the name that my mother gave to me. Every hair on my head has been counted Every hair on my head it has been seen By my maker and she knows me from my head down to my toes And by my name she will call me when life's closed. Though I share my name with others it is my own. It belongs to us and it belongs to us alone My name speaks out for me before I knock upon your door It holds me there on peoples breath when I have gone Say my name and know that I'm a wonder Say my name and show that I am free Say my name and try to see that through all eternity There will never ever be another me. (repeat) There are names that people choose to rob and to abuse The bullies only see the difference in me But my maker and she knows from my head right to my toes And by my name She will call me when life’s closed Say my name and know that I'm a wonder Say my name and show that I am free Say my name and try to see that through all eternity There will never ever be another me There will never ever be another you or me
4.
Tripoli 04:23
Tripoli Words and music: Michael McSherry The Sea Is Still, And we will Soon Leave the bay of Tripoli Sweet child Hold me tight It’s going to be a dark night But this boat has a captain and he knows what is happening He knows the shore he’s been before, no-one knows more And this boat seems to me To be sea worthy Strong enough for you and me to cross the sea On such a sweet night with the stars burning so bright there can be no fright, not for our brave guys So close your eyes and if you are able pretend you are sleeping in your cradle That swings beneath the limbs of the baobab tree Close your eyes and if you're able while you are rocking in your cradle can’t you hear your aunties singing float on the desert wind The Sea Is Still, And we will Soon Leave the bay of Tripoli La La La La So close your eyes and if you are able pretend you are sleeping in your cradle That swings beneath the limbs of the baobab tree Close your eyes and if you're able while you are rocking in your cradle can’t you hear your aunties singing float on the desert wind The Sea Is Still, And we will Soon Leave the bay of Tripoli Sweet child Hold me tight It’s going to be a dark night
5.
Always 04:24
Always - Kevin McSherry Sometimes in my head, sometimes in my room You are with me - Always Sometimes in the car As I drive through the gloom You are with me - Always As I draw back the blinds And watch another day dawn You are with me - Always When all other light has gone In the dark of a storm You are with me - Always There by my side If I’m right, if I’m wrong You are with me - Always My love for you Will never be gone You are with me - Always The smile on your lips Your welcoming arms You are with me - Always That gentle love That keeps me so warm You are with me - Always I don’t know where this goes I know it’s going somewhere ‘Cos you are with me - Always Wherever it goes I know you’ll be there ‘Cos you are with me - Always Always on my lips, Always on my mind You are with me - Always A love like ours, I never will find. You are with me - Always
6.
Sledging on my own - Kevin McSherry Chorus Today as the orange morning light Warmed the winter stone Without a child to guide me I went sledging on my own. Stealing time before breakfast While the sleepy fought off the day I took from the shed my children’s sled The finest I’ve ever made The ghost of my childhood beside me Chapped legs and hat pulled down Pulled his sled on fraying thread To the hilltop’s glistening crown Right there in that crispy silence We raced the slope alone The finest and fastest powder snow That my ancient bones have known We finished white faced and excited Feet flat on the springy mesh fence The most wonderful thing I have done for too long So we did it again and again
7.
The Maid Of Malham Moor - Kevin McSherry As I walked out on Malham Moor One morning in the month of May I met a maid and fell in beside her For she was walking my way ch She sang so sweet the birds sang too I knew my heart would find no cure In all my life I never met another Like the maid I met on Malham moor She said young man it’s not my custom To walk and talk with passers by But if I do sing and you do play Then this mornings walk will quickly fly The sun was sinking low to the horizon When we came to take our separate way And as we said farewell to one another And vowed we’d meet another day Now our lives have taken us to different place And we never we never met to sing and play again But the joy we shared at that surprising meeting Will stay with me till my life’s end
8.
Three Men Came A Walking - Kevin McSherry Three men came a walking one cold winters night. The snow had been falling the stars they were bright They stopped at the place where the path was least worn And sang of the joy of that first Christmas morn Ch. Merry Christmas they sang to the sky and the snow. They sang to the places where long shadows grow They threw back their heads as they sang of His birth May Christmas bring justice and peace to this Earth The first once was a soldier, his face was quite pale He liked to go drinking good wine and strong ale, The dark battles he’d fought now a different place His name it was Ethan, he sang with such Grace The second man, Clem, was a joiner by trade He worked all his life at the plane and the lathe His hands in his pockets, his notes never wrong His song it was steady and gentle and strong The third man was round and his face could be seen through the smallest of gaps in his clothes in between His collar turned up and his hat pulled down tight Old Sam the baker with voice clear and bright Chorus They sang as the snow again silently fell It caught in their beards and moustaches as well They sang to the fields and the fells up above They sang just to be happy to share all their love
9.
Whisky And Gin - words and music: Michael McSherry Oh God, find me a job But I’m worth more than the minimum wage And if it’s OK I will work during the day ch And then at night I would like if you don’t mind To drink whisky and gin And you’re welcome to join in, Cos I don’t think it is a sin Oh God, find me a house I don’t care where, I just need out I think I could live in some flats Yes I think I could cope with that Oh God, don’t bother with a car It don’t look like I’m going that far Anyway, if I get stuck I put out my thumb and it brings me luck
10.
Bentham Hirings - Kevin McSherry It’s a long days walk to Bentham hirings All on the lanes of the vale of the Lune To pass my time and ease my contentment I took out my whistle and I played me a tune A summer haze hung over the valley there was barely a breeze disturbing the air when over the fields came the sound of sweet laughter And a north country maiden with bonny brown hair She said young man where are you bound now? And why are you playing your whistle so gay I said I am bound for the Bentham hirings And I play to remember my home far away She said to me, then why do you travel So far from your home and your own country? I said there’s no work, no land and no wages, I have brothers and sisters at home I must feed. Then come with me now to my own dear Father He’s ‘bout for to travel to Bentham today To hire a young man to help with the hay time I’ll say to him now that it’s you he should pay I tell you good sirs and all that do listen here That summer sun was the finest I knew I sent home my love and all my receiving And married that girl in the warm summer dew. It’s a long days walk to Bentham hirings All on the lanes of the vale of the Lune To pass my time and ease my contentment I took out my whistle and I played me a tune.
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You Know Me 04:29
You Know Me - Kevin McSherry You know me like no other lover Together we have blossomed we have grown You brushed my resting body with your loving calm You plucked my soul and warmed it with your own In the bright and burning light of day you know me I’ve grown inside the words that you have said I have seen you stretch, and touch the higher things I’ve heard the words form in your head Like no other you have seen my nakedness You know me tongue tied and confused You've seen behind my masks, you’ve measured all my pain You've seen my hurt and picked it through Why do we fight, why do we play that game? Why do I pretend that life can be the same When half of me has taken flight, when darkness fills the space at night Where once you held both our souls together as your own I have seen your shadow dancing in the night I have seen the making of your style I have felt your body tense, in the darkness next to mine I have seen the rising of your smile

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Sleeve Notes - You know me - Kevin McSherry
 
Lyrics to all the tracks on the Album can be found on this website, just move the curser over each track and the link will appear.
 
The Album “You Know Me,” was recorded and brilliantly mastered by Sam Parkinson at Stonegate Recording Studios, High Bentham. Thanks Sam!
 
I’d like also to thank the musicians and singers who gave their time to make this album. It has been a delight to work with you and I am very grateful.
 
The agriculture of The Dales was dependent on migrant labour from the period of the mass movement away from the land to the cities in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries, right through to the middle of the twentieth century. With fewer people to carry out the heavy manual tasks of cutting and gathering the hay, farmers had to seek the help of itinerant labourers. Hiring fairs were held at important centres and market towns throughout the region and those seeking work would walk between them hoping to find employment and  accommodation.      
  
From the turn of the twentieth century most of those making their way to the hiring fairs came from Ireland, predominantly from the West and the counties of Galway, Connemara and Mayo. Friends describe the scene from their childhood memories of men and carts and horses being traded. Of the excitement as horses were taken through their paces and of the people, mostly men, all strangers that they were forbidden to talk to, being hired and taken back out to the countryside and into the fells.
 
There are two songs in the album which refer to this  migration and which examine the fact that people do not leave home and family without good reason. The first, All by the Quay, is a narrative which describes leaving Belfast and travelling by ship to Heysham and then hitching a ride into The Dales to find work. It describes the risk, the solitude, the sadness, the work and the frustration of being an itinerant labourer.
 
The second, Bentham Hirings is a light-hearted story of young love and courtship that exposes the innocence of the unworldly with the question “Why do you travel?” The answer is challenging and simple: “Because there’s no work … I’ve brothers and sisters at home I must feed.” We travel because we have a responsibility to care and provide for those with whom we share life.
 
Say my Name: seeks to expose the idea of otherness. This song examines the idea of our unique identity and asserts that by taking away someone’s name we rob them of part of that uniqueness and their humanity.  Doing so allows them to be treated in a different manner, as lesser people. We can see this happen in the playground and we saw the extreme in Nazi-controlled Europe, when Jews were tattooed with a number. The idea has been examined in some important songs in the past, notably Deportees by Woody Guthrie. Say My Name is an attempt to bring about an awareness of the power of vocabulary to harm and to heal. It is a call for us to be aware of the uniqueness and the importance of each life and to recognise it in the manner with which we address those that we don’t yet know.
 
Tripoli, written by Michael McSherry, is a lullaby sung to a child as a boat carrying migrants leaves the comparative shelter of the bay of Tripoli to make the terrifying journey across the Mediterranean Sea. Like all other lullabies it is a gentle reassurance that all will be well. We know, however, that for many the end is likely to be dire. The song challenges us again to be in sympathy with those who are forced by circumstance to take terrible decisions, knowing the risks to their own lives and to the lives of those they love.
 
Fascism and populist politics are on the rise again and populism thrives on the creation of division and hate. Daily we hear the rantings of apparent fools who grab headlines and dominate the written and the broadcast media. They make the most outrageous and egregious statements, undermine established civic structures and insult the intellect, yet they continue to garner support. The tool of the populist is the referendum and the apparent simplicity of their binary questions. The German constitution has banned their use since the end of the Third Reich. Populist politics creates and amplifies imagined divisions in order to engender conflict and in so doing to elevate those who create that conflict to leadership. It is a trend that is achieving success across the globe. Binary Decisions is a simple, rocking, back-porch blues that exposes and mocks this dangerous movement.
 
There is a belief, perpetuated by some people of influence, that the poor are responsible for their own poverty, that they are feckless and have no spirit for work; that hardship is a driver and an imperative that will motivate them to find work and to climb out of their own poverty. The myth travels hand-in-hand with a belief in entitlement and legitimate privilege. Such voices as expound this philosophy can also be heard repeating the myth that if you give the poor more money they will simply waste it on booze and fags. The song Whisky and Gin, written by Michael McSherry, wonderfully mocks this misconstruct.
 
Sledging on my Own: We had a great dump of snow one day, I could see that it wasn’t going to last and there were no children in the house to take sledging, so I had to go on my own. This song is about finding and celebrating the child inside you; and about sledging.
 
The Maid of Malham Moor: Boy meets girl on the moor and they sing together and the beauty and togetherness of the occasion is remembered for a lifetime. Such is the connection that music can give. This song was first written and performed in the style of a nineteenth-century ballad. For this album it has been recorded in reggae style.
 
I have sung on the moor with friends on sharp winter nights, when the cold has bitten at the inside of our noses and the still night air has carried our voices out into the darkness. Three Men Came a Walking is a song of joy and of love and of hope.
 
Kelly’s Revenge: Good tunes often have two names, this was once called The Migrant Worker’s Jig. A couple of my sons renamed it Kelly’s Revenge, it is probably a bit snappier.
 
Always and You know me are love songs. I hope they find some resonance.
 
The songs in this album were written during the time when the country was reeling with the xenophobia that has been given confidence by the referendum to leave the EU. Issues of migration and alienation dominate current political debate and part of the album explores migration and its importance, particularly in the context of the Yorkshire Dales where I live. The worn boots of the cover design are intended to symbolise these migrations. Other songs have been discovered while working in the song mine or fashioned from earlier poems. One or two were snatched from the air as they passed and fastened with writing to paper while they wriggled to escape. The motivation for making the recording was so that others could join the song. Please do. The process of making it has been an education and a joy. The title of the Album is taken from the title of the final track. It also resonates with the celebration of our uniqueness and humanity that is the common theme.

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released August 11, 2018

Words & music for “Tripoli” and “Whisky & Gin” by Michael McSherry
All other words and music by Kevin McSherry.
Kevin McSherry: vocals and acoustic guitar.
Sam Lawrence: uillean pipes, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass guitar, whistle, low whistle, banjo, mandolin, bouzouki, piano, hammond organ, bodhran, accordion, melodica, backing vocal.
Gary Stewart: drums and percussion.
Jake Twyford: cello
Ellie Parker, Jack Blakey and Anj Ward: backing vocals
 
Recorded, engineered and mastered by Sam Parkinson at Stonegate Recording Studios, Bentham.

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