SHANNON - BEDLAM BOYS (official video)

Описание: BEDLAM BOYS

music - SHANNON
director - Ula Kijak
cinematographer - Bartosz Ciesielski
scenographer - Dominika Skaza
executive producer - Tomasz Drzewiecki

w rolach głównych
PACJENCI: / PATIENTS:
Marcin Rumiński
Maria Rumińska
Marcin Drabik
Patrycja Napierała
Jacek Fedkowicz
Oisin Dillon
PIELĘGNIARZE: / NURSES:
Marta Jalowska
Cezary Ozga "Ozi"
Paweł Parczewski
Sławek Przytuła “Szczawek”
Tomasz Tyszewicz
DUSZEK: / GHOST:
Dobrosława Rumińska

music and lyrics traditional/
​muzyka i słowa piosenki - tradycyjne
arrangement / aranżacja - Maria Rumińska / SHANNON

Realizacja/Recordings - Marcin Rumiński
​Mix - Marek Heimbürger w SL SOUND Studio   / slsoundstudio  
Mastering - Kevin McNoldy w Cphonic Online   / cphonic  

Nagrań dokonano / Recorded: 2015 Siwiki/PL

Shannon:
Maria Rumińska - melodeon / vocals
Marcin Rumiński - whistles / vocals
Marcin Drabik - fiddle
Oisin Dillon - guitar / vocals
Patrycja Napierała - bodhrán
​Jacek Fedkowicz - bass

gościnnie / featuring:
​Michał Karczewski - banjo

(rejestracja gościa - Kuba Orłowski - Tralalab Studio)


BEDLAM BOYS

For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10,000 miles I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel.
Still I sing bonnie boys,
bonnie mad boys,
Bedlam boys are bonnie
For they all go bare and they live by the air,
And they want no drink nor money.
I went down to Satan's kitchen, to break me fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a turning.

There I took a cauldron, Where boiled ten thousand harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same,
To the health of all such varlets.

My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries
To cut mince pies from children's thighs,
For which to feed the fairies.

No gypsy slut nor doxy, shall win my Mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, with stars I'll fight,
The fray shall well become me.

So I drink to Tom of Bedlam, go fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, all brewed with gall,
Mad Maudlin drunk I quarrel.

The Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me
The stars would shake and the moon would quake,
When'ere they espied me.
The Moon's my constant misstress, the lonely owl my marrow
The flaming drake and the night crow
Make me music to my sorrow.


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