Green, White and Orange, the Red White and Blue

Everyone loves music of one kind or another. I’m big on new age jazz, upbeat classical, and hair band rock n roll. But my favorite music is definitely Irish music. There is something magical about the chords and dreams of a land across the sea.

My mother was Irish — she was actually a Heinz 57 kinda gal, but I’ve pulled out the Irish in her to celebrate as my music of life.

A couple of weeks ago I went to Irishfest in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, a three-and-a-half day celebration of everything Irish. But the main reason for my two day foray was the band Gaelic Storm.

Now I know I’ve talked about their music before. It’s upbeat pub music, as they like to say. Lots of songs about drinking and wandering and being Irish. They were the band playing Irish music in the movie “Titanic,” but for more than a glance they weren’t part of the movie. But they’ve gained quite a following in the last 20 years, Milwaukee Irishfest being one of their promoters all these years.

The crowd that Saturday night was the biggest of the fest — there must have been at least a thousand people in front of the little stage. I was three benches back — I always love to see them up close.

The reason I’m talking about this group is to highlight what is magnificent about any live performance. For an hour and a half, these one- to two-thousand people sang along with every song, jumped and danced, held phone lights up in the air, and just became one dynamic force.

One of this Irish band’s favorite crowd pleasers is a song about the bond between Ireland and the United States. Of the Irish and the Americans. Patrick Murphy, the lead singer, always starts out this song by saying, “We are not democrats. We are not republicans. We are human beings that need to take care of each other.”

There is something about music…live or otherwise…that transforms each of us. Live is better, for the energy bounces off every individual and onto the next. For two hours everyone is one. Country, classical, blues — it doesn’t matter.  We are what God wanted us to be.

We all came here from somewhere. And we’re all going to the same place in the end. Why not spend that time in between listening to music?

 

Green, White and Orange, the Red White and Blue

Cross the waters, thousands at a time
All we owned was in our hands
Holding tight to faith and something we could find
In this strange and distant land
Took one last look behind
Open hearts and open minds
And these colors that we held so dear before,
We planted them together on these foreign shores.
My green, white and orange, the red white and blue
Yeah, my green white and orange, the red white and blue
Young and hungry, ready for the brawl
We were driven by desire
No way back, we were prepared to risk it all,
We’d been tempered by the fire
We built the roads, we built the rails
We shared our songs, we shared our tales
Now our colors fly together side by side,
And we lift them to the sky with peace and pride
My green, white and orange; red white and blue
Yeah, my green white and orange; red white and blue

Lift your colors every woman, every child every man
Our song has just begun
We fall together if together we don’t stand
We are many, we are one
Not everyone will live to see what we dreamed this world to be
When we doubt we’ll have the strength to see it through
These colors show us all the way to what is true
My green, white and orange; my red white and blue
Yeah, my green white and orange; red white and blue
Yes, my green, white and orange; my red white and blue
Yeah, my green white and orange; my red white and blue
Yeah, my green, white and orange; my red white and blue
Yeah, my green white and orange; my red white and blue

 

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