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The Breath - Let The Cards Fall (Official Video)

Pre-order the album: http://smarturl.it/RW220 Taken from The Breath's sophomore album 'Let The Cards Fall', released on 14 September 2018. The song is a delicate, wistful ode partly inspired by Queen Macha, of ancient Irish legend and the namesake of Armagh, Ríoghanch’s birthplace. Everyone needs a role model and Ríoghnach opts for Macha; who “rode on to the battlefield nine months pregnant, slaughtered all around her and then gave birth right there.” She can be maternal as well as murderous. Ríoghnach also invokes Suhail, a bright star on the southern horizon that becomes a protective deity, for ‘my brothers, caught in the crossfire’: ordinary people, vulnerable to the processes of history. The song exemplifies the great clashing virtues of the pair. Ríoghnach, possessed of Celtic primitivism and visionary intimacy, Stuart, a guitarist of considerable tonal range, is ethereal and searching, never content to slip into conventional form and thrives in the gap between freedom and restraint. The picking pattern, he informs, derives from Villa-Lobos’ Etude No. 1. There’s a feeling of a lull before the storm, a respite that offers space for nurturing and healing. Ríoghnach Connolly —singer, lyricist and flautist— is Armagh born and Manchester based. Known for her work with Afro Celt Sound System and Honeyfeet, she is he has a remarkable voice, a deep elegiac sensibility and a mischievous character. Stuart McCallum, by contrast, is a Mancunian urbanite, a guitarist who’s worked with Cinematic Orchestra and is given to dry understatement and calm confidence. Together, they have a remarkable connection that is at the heart of their very Manchester take on Alt-Folk. Lyrics: time lets its keepers to stay some mothers battle their way kept a run away hate suhail my old friend won’t you rest a day though you walk the ill-trodden path strong brother, strong brother won’t you wait pieces lost with the ills of the world long gone, easy late timeless as the day where earths are made though you walk the ill-trodden path though you shy the ill-gotten way though you forge the long road ahead let the cards fall where they may though you seek the ill-gotten truth though you shake the ill-gotten turn though you walk the long forgotten path loyalty Lochlainn