Claire Roche | From Then to the Here and Now

Go To Artist Page

Recommended if You Like
Kate Bush Loreena McKennitt Tori Amos

More Artists From
IRELAND

Other Genres You Will Love
Blues: Classic Female Blues Spoken Word: Storytelling Moods: Solo Female Artist
Sell your music everywhere
There are no items in your wishlist.

From Then to the Here and Now

by Claire Roche

An enchanting and stirring collection of Claire’s own passionate songs, accompanied by her antique harps, grand piano. and guest musicians. This soulful collection is quite biographical and travels through several emotions. Most tracks will grow on you
Genre: Blues: Classic Female Blues
Release Date: 

We'll ship when it's back in stock

Order now and we'll ship when it's back in stock, or enter your email below to be notified when it's back in stock.
Continue Shopping
available for download only
Share to Google +1

To listen to tracks you will need to update your browser to a recent version.

  Song Share Time Download
clip
1. Sitting in a Green Field
3:46 $0.50
clip
2. The Irish Tragedy
4:04 $0.50
clip
3. The Pond in Chesterfield
4:13 $0.50
clip
4. Journey to the Three Rock Mountain
8:21 $0.50
clip
5. The Day
5:22 $0.50
clip
6. Symbolic
5:53 $0.50
clip
7. Fields in Fassaroe
5:46 $0.50
clip
8. Hold On
8:11 $0.50
clip
9. Dedication
5:02 $0.50
clip
10. Essence
7:12 $0.50
clip
11. If You Stood Before Me Now
6:30 $0.50
clip
12. My Mother
4:04 $0.50
clip
13. My Father
4:59 $0.50
clip
14. Visiting Hour
6:28 $0.50
clip
15. The Longing
7:30 $0.50
Downloads are available as MP3-320 files.

ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes

Disc One

1. Sitting In A Green Field .1970.

This is a song about Nature and how it restores us.

So soft the morning comes when I am here, alone !
I’m so happy, because I’ve got my freedom, in a way.
And I will spend the day, walking through the fields,
So far away from the crazy town, so far away from the voices
Of angry people.

When the sun goes down, and the earth is quiet one more,
Here I’ll lie, in the middle of a green field,
And stare at the stars.

My freedom is just for a moment long:
Tomorrow is another day, and I must be real then.
And before I go, I’ll take with me the memory, of these green fields
Where daisies grow.
Recorded by Liam Cunningham. Lake studios Sligo. 2010 approx.
.
2. The Irish Tragedy. 17/4/72.
This year was a shocking time in the North of Ireland,with many atrocities on both sides of the conflict. My Mother was from Belfast and it was heartbreaking to witness the carnage. What impassioned my view was the life of my Great Grandfather John Roche 1848-1914 from Woodford, Co.Galway.He was Home Rule MP for East Clare and Galway. He advocated non-violence, and his last act was to travel by stretcher to London to vote for the Home Rule Bill 1914.’Campaigner For Land And Liberty ‘ is written on his grave.
P.S. This is certainly not an ‘anti men’ song .It seemed at the time those involved in violence,were men.My song ‘Essence’ corrects .

All the men are chasing a dream,
And killing as they go.
The Irish tragedy, of the men who dreamt
They could make us free.
But too many people have died,
And no dream is worthy, of Human life .

Men of violence ! I know history has the reason,
But now you’re replacing it’s wrong with yours,
One tyrant instead of another.

Too many people, of every race and creed,
Have died for all of those dreamers,
Who pursue their dreaming greed.

All those men, chasing the dream
And killing as they go.
The Irish tragedy of the men who dreamt
They could make us free.
How I wish the wars would end,
How I wish that peace would come,
And they’d throw their guns away.
From a 1983 Cassette Tape : copy of recording at Windmill Lane Studios, Dublin 1983..

3. The Pond In Chesterfield. 19/4/72.
There was a stream in my garden, about 40 foot wide, which ran along the length of a 4 acre field.I had a little boat which I used to paddle in, with friends, or alone.

In the pond in Chesterfield, I’d like to lie.
Floating along on my back, in a boat,
Staring at the sky.
In some great highness, I’d be there !
And oh so far from them that stare,
And know your pain,and know the strain,
That you have in being there.
In Chesterfield pond, I’d like to lie .

Floating along like Ophelia,mad and far away.
I’ve come to the conclusion, that there’s no such thing as freedom,
It’s only a thing we seek, like our God.

And all my friends would float down the river in Chesterfield.
You would have Siobhan and Dom, Jenny and Gerry,
And Martha and her boyfriend.
And all of them including ‘you know who’,
Although it isn’t quite his cup of tea.
Would float down the river in Chesterfield,
In the middle.. There’d be me !

I would like to lie there in that pond, floating with garlands in my hair.
Touching the shadowy waters,
While light dances everywhere.
In the dark depths of that pond in Chesterfield,
I could gaze for hours.
There must be a kind of peace there.
My soul longs to share.
From a 1983 Cassette Tape copy of recording : Windmill Lane Studios Dublin 1983..

3.Journey To Three-Rock Mountain. September 1972.
I had horses for many years,and this is a story about ‘fight or flight’,with a longing to get away without thinking of the consequences.The song explores the idea of duty,love ,and freedom.‘Into The Wild’,a film by Sean Penn ( 2007 ) searingly portrays this theme.


Part one :
Woke up in the morning, in the early hours.
Said to myself ‘here is the day
Of my awakening’!
And I rode upon my horse, in to the mountains,
Where I’ll pursue, ah my dream.

Horse strode well, like riding on a wave.
She didn’t falter, or stumble on my way.
And I could already see, the fields and the mountains,
Leave all behind.

Spent the day wandering around,
No wonder they think that I’m crazy.
I always wanted to do silly things,
And driving too fast was crazy,
Or sitting through he night,
Waiting for the moon to rise.

Silly me ! Silly me ! why do I, why ?

Part Two
Gone away on my horse, don’t know why or when.
Got no food or money, is this the honey ?
Think my dream is going to fade away, like the rainbow.
I have touched it and it filtered through my hands like sunlight.
Better turn my horse’s head, she’ll think I’m crazy too,
And it’s cold : the sun has gone in now, and it’s getting cold and dark.
I’ve no one to talk to, and it’s getting very late.
I can see the lights of the city,
My dream will not pull me from them, and I’ll return.

Anxious faces welcoming me, ‘why did you leave ?
Did you think that you’d be free ?
Didn’t you know, didn’t you know
Love would call you back, and trap you
‘Till the day that we all fade ?’

Touched my dream and it left me cold.
Rode for long,and now I’m feeling old,
Think I’ll ‘settle down’ , maybe I’d drown
If I tried to sail away again,
Maybe I’d die if I tried to catch my dream.

And I with my theme about my dream.
Listen not to my songs, if you’re going to see,
And laugh at what’s there.
My friends laugh at me, for trying to be free, free !
Recorded by Robyn Robyns 2012.

4.The Day. 1972.
This song was recently discovered .. and recovered from my old reel to reel tapes .It was re-recorded late 2017.

The day was cruel to me, I vowed after Tea,
I would be with my lover, seeping further,
Understanding, undemanding:
Ease the world away.

I could not measure what I felt, was it Love or not ?
He said he’d wait for me,
Didn’t want to take my free, away from me,
But I never felt nothing like it before
From then, to the here and now
Thought of him throughout my day .

He didn’t mind the way I was
And nothing seemed to fault him more.
Some day I will write you a song
Meanwhile, I’m only waiting,
And the day was cruel to me.
Recorded by Daire Winston, Beechpark Studios Co,Dublin, 2017.Special effects by James Blennerhassette.

5.Symbolic. 14/3/73 and April 1973.
My garden was so magical, especially at night when,if fortunate you could see the moon’s reflection in the stream.There was woodland, and a run of 100 trees along the top of the field,about 50 each side of the way.
The song predicts the loss of a loved one.

In the midst of the deep night
I was awoken by the screeching fox.
And the night was so fragrant, and silent.
Said I couldn’t bear to let it pass in slumber.
So I walked by the fields, and through the misty night,
My way was made clear.

Through the dark depths of the wood
Where the shadows mingle in a thousand ways,
And the light of the moon,
Was sheltering me from the dark night.

I see him standing, waiting there for me,
And his frame is so cold, and far away.
I wish he’d take me tender, by my hand,
And through the misty night we’d walk together.
Horses raise their heads in question,
But there is no pain here.

And as I stare upon his perfect face,
And see the fathoms deep within his eyes:
The sadness, the human loneliness,
He says with a sigh ‘things are not right.’
And he goes from me.

And the dawn is slowly chasing away the moon,
And it stares at the rising sun for a while,
And like my lover, fades with the dawning,
Fades with the dawning,
Fades with the dawn.
Recorded by Bill Somerville-Large 1999.

6.Fields In Fassaroe. 1974.
We used to rest horses after the winter in theses beautiful rolling fields,which you can still see as you drive from the Bray road to
Powerscourt, Co. Wicklow.Often my friends and I would l trek out, with Mr.Charlie the donkey and his trap, leading the posse !

All through the afternoon the wind blew cold,
But we were warm, looking at the fields.
Cruel people ! far behind the mountains,
You can not touch us here.
We have no fear of meeting you here.

We walked golden paths near the river singing,
And it sang to it’s only listeners
A song sweet as the rhythm in the hills.

Lover near me can I hide my soul
Near your loving body ?
Far from the maddening crowd
I’ll sing my songs aloud, listen to me now !

Fields beneath the sky, this earthly heaven.
There are no people here to harm us
Do not fear my wild-eyed lover.
Do not fear my wild-eyed lover :
I will hold you close. I will hold you close.
I will hold you close ‘till the wind.
‘Till the wind stops blowing for us.
Recorded by Bill Somerville-Large 1999.

7.Hold On. August 1974.
This song celebrates sailing ,and it is a plea for courage by a loved one who had illness,and was about to leave Also willing others in pain, to ‘hold on’.

Hold on as long.
Hold on as long as wind blows.
See the boat lean in to the wind now. ( ?)

See the calm day ‘neath the sky.
Feel the waves, Lord ! There is no greater high.
Pull in the mainsail, set your course now
And sail on...on.

Ah there is no reason for this pain to remain with me in this way,
I need the comfort of the sea,
And though I had given up long ago to the pain
Of him leaving me.

Hold , hold on now, I’m going to make you smile again.
There’s not going to be any more crying now.
Hold on !
In my dreams I have taken you by my hand.
Your soft innocent face
I can not believe you love another woman.
I can not believe you love another woman,
It should be me, me
And I wish I could hold on, hold on to you.

Hold, hold on now
Don’t let that pain blow you over now.
Touched the sea, feel free
Feel I’m really living.
And I can harness the wind in my boat,
And I can hold my horse in his flight,
But I can not stop, can not stop my man
A- leaving me.

I’ve got to learn Love’s stronger than this
Or any horse, or any horse.
Hold on hold on hold on !
Recorded by Robyn Robins 2012.

Claire Roche

From Then To The Here And Now

Disc two

1.Dedication.2007 and 6/2/74.
The second verse was composed after stepping out in to my garden.The song is a dedication to those who had to leave.

I wish there was a magic place
Where no one is to know me.
Where trees and fields and wind surround
To make you part of them.
If I were free of that love, I would go
To that place of peace,
And I know, I know I’ll find it soon.

Tonight is so lovely, the moon is very strong
And the ground is silvery with frost.
I’m catching the moon on the water.
I crossed the crunchy cold fields to find it
In the beautiful silence !
Oh the blueness, and the pearls of stars
And everywhere lightened to a misty half-light
I feel so peaceful here: all so quiet
The silent beauty and the silent peace.
Recorded by Liam Cunningham 2007 with special music effects by James Blennerhassett.


2. Essence. 1973 and 20/12/07
A tribute to the radiant Rev. Martin Luther King Junior who was assassinated in 1968.He campaigned with non- violence, for civil rights for the African American people.


I have been in the country between the mountains and sea,
And for the first time in my life, I have felt free.
Walking through the fields or by the sea, silly me !
Oh I have seen so many things, and read so many books,
And still I can’t discover, and still I’m searching.

And the gloom of the lake near the castle
Is surely not going to bring me down again
Oh I never want to be that low again,
When all hope is lost.

When I was a little girl, I lived in fairyland,
I thought the world was only full of love : it was magic !
And on awakening, the cruelty quite nearly killed me:
Of man to man
Man to woman
Woman to man
Woman to woman,
And the child in the midst of it all.

Oh I have been in the country between the mountains and sea
And for the first time in my life, his words came to me,
While walking through the fields or by the sea,
He dreamed the dream. He said :
‘Everybody can be great, because anybody can serve
You only need a heart full of grace,
A soul generated by Love’. Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.
Recorded by James Blennerhassett, 2012 who added special music effects.


3. If You Stood Before Me Now. 2015.
A lament.

If you stood before me now, I would say’ Please stay’.
If you stood before me now
I would rant and rave, and beat your chest, but in all that
I would remember the wild boy, I once knew
Before you took that path .

Have you seen him ? women’s eyes follow wherever he goes.
Do you know him ? he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
And where will my love go, now that he has left me ?

If you stood before me now, I would say’ Please stay’.
If you stood before me now the fracture that haunts me,
Would find it’s ease, and I’d see you clear,
Clear as day, as clear as those days, before you took that path.


Have you seen him ? women’s eyes follow wherever he goes.
Do you know him ? he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
And where will my love go, now that he has left me ?

I went where you are resting, and saw your name there.
I wish you stood before me then,
And I wish you stood before me now .

And where will my love go, now that he has left me ?
Oh .. Oh.
Recorded by Daire Winston. Beechpark Studios Co.Dublin, 2012..With special music effects by James Blennerhassett

4.My Mother. 1972 and 2007.

My Mother has a face so soft and warm: it gladdens you,
Easily made laugh,her whole face is a smile.
She would cry awhile because of her feelings,for others feelings,
And in her femininity so profound, defend and hold you
From that you fear.

My Mother has a face so soft and warm: she is always present,
You hear her coming in .
The swish of her bundling self,
With dogs delighted, and doors, and parcels,
And her smile and face to gladden you .

My Mother has a face so soft and warm
Her strength is gentle her laughter often
If you’ve hurt her feelings you have wronged much beauty,
My Mother is whole and true, and now she is free.
She was love, love to me, Pure love, pure love,
Pure love to me.
Recorded by Daire Winston, Beechpark Studios, Co.Dublin 2018, with special music effects by James Blennerhassett.
5.My Father. 1972 and 2007.

My Father has a handsome face,
So gentle are his hands,
They would never hurt you,but gently stroke your hair,
And hold, and hold for you secure.
So strong a man, with a mind so free and whole,
He considers much beauty.
And seeks and seeks,
And knows that which is good.

A laughter and jollity that make us laugh,
And closer love him.
He has given me so much.
But most of all, he has given me his love.

My Father sits in a corner
And lets me choose what to see on the television.
He eats his food with neatness.
And to see him coming home,
Is like to see my Mother coming home,
The best part of my life.
It was the best part of those days
It will be, the best part of my life.
Recorded by Daire Winston, Beechpark Studios, Co.Dublin, 2017.

6.Visiting Hour. 2017.

How can I comfort you ? what can I say ?
You seem so far away, though near me now.
Sedated in that iron bed, behind a curtain I’m afraid to draw.
With languished head propped on a pillow mute and weak.
Would it be better not to speak ?

Do you remember how you rode against the tide
Wild and free ?
And do you remember the flight of horses on Sandymount strand ?
Wild and free !

How can I comfort you ? what can I say ?
You seem so far away.though near me now.
Sedated in that iron bed, behind a curtain I’m afraid to draw.
With languished head propped on a pillow mute and weak .
Would it be better not to speak ?

Do you remember how you drove those moonlit nights
The leafy rolling way ?
And do you remember the power of horses beneath your feet ?
Wild and free, and you’ll be wild and free again !

By kind permission of Poet Richard Murphy from his poem’ Visiting Hour’, and Antony Farrell of Lilliput Press Dublin. My words in italics.

Recorded by Daire Winston Beechpark Studios, Co.Dublin, 2017.With special music effects by James Blennerhassett.

This is ‘Visiting Hour By Richard Murphy.

How Can I comfort you ? What can I say ?
You seem so far away,though near me now,
Sedated in that iron bed
Behind a curtain I’m afraid to draw:
With languished head propped on a pillow,mute and weak.
Would it be better not to speak?

Do you remember the day
We drifted west of Cleggan Bay
In the slack of tide,a fish on every hook:
The crossed lines and the lost
Leads, and seagulls scrawling around the mast
That listed while waves yeasted over a rock:
The gutted pollock gasping on our deck?

At least your poetry will stay unblurred.
Stuck with needles in this ward,
No peasant shoulders to support your feet,
You lie and fret.Work incomplete.
Tubes in your throat.And this is you,
Who put flesh into word that can’t renew
The life you lavished making them rung true.













Read more...

Reviews


to write a review