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Jamie Clarke's Perfect - Young Ned Of The Hill Live@LeGrattoir / 26.12.2015 L'idée était de faire rentrer une personne qui entend du son à l’extérieur d'un rade (moi en l’occurrence avec le micro de mon téléphone), elle rentre dans le bar (le Grattoir par le fait...) et essaie ensuite de se frayer un passage jusqu'à la scène pour voir ce qu'il se passe dans ce lieu de perdition (le son est ensuite remplacé par un mix Son Table+Ambiance remixé)... YOUNG NED OF THE HILL / The Pogues Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And heard the curlews cry Or seen the raven black as night Upon a windswept sky To walk the purple heather And hear the westwind cry To know that's where the rapparee must die Since Cromwell pushed us westward To live our lowly lives There's some of us have deemed to fight From Tipperary mountains high Noble men with wills of iron Who are not afraid to die Who'll fight with Gaelic honour held on high A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell You who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell For the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers Whom you robbed of their birthright "To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight Of one such man I'd like to speak A rapparee by name and deed His family dispossessed and slaughtered They put a price upon his head His name is known in song and story His deeds are legends still And murdered for blood money Was young Ned of the hill You have robbed our homes and fortunes Even drove us from our land You tried to break our spirit But you'll never understand The love of dear old Ireland That will forge an iron will As long as there are gallant men Like young Ned of the hill A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell You who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell For the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers Whom you robbed of their birthright www.homeofperfect.de/ Lumières : Antoine Jegout Installation, Balances, captation caméras et son, Mixage, montage : Pascal Muller Pour "Chambre 12 Production" 2015