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The Giant’s Causeway Animation. Originally created in 2002. Here’s a…

The Giant’s Causeway Animation. Originally created in 2002.
Here’s a wee October present. In English, Irish and Ulster Scots.

Now, released into the wild. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOCjt6uxF6s

The English and Ulster Scots versions are on You Tube too.
Please share, if you wish.

Thanks.

Stephen.
www.randallstephenhall.com

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The Giant’s Causeway Animation. Originally created in 2002. Here's a wee Octobe…

The Giant’s Causeway Animation. Originally created in 2002.
Here’s a wee October present. In English, Irish and Ulster Scots.

Now, released into the wild. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOCjt6uxF6s

The English and Ulster Scots versions are on You Tube too.
Please share, if you wish.

Thanks.

Stephen.
www.randallstephenhall.com


Giants Causeway – animation irish
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The Giant’s Causeway Story in Irish, released into the wild. The Giant’s Causeway animated story, the Irish version, is now available on You Tube. Hopefully …

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Hugh Midden Speaks. By Randall Stephen Hall. Here’s a wee…

Hugh Midden Speaks.
By Randall Stephen Hall.

Here’s a wee collection of poems
including one song and some musical elements
called “Hugh Midden Speaks”


A link to ten audio files. There may be more.

Background.

Although I work as an illustrator, I’m also involved
with writing, music, poetry and storytelling.

Part of this work has evolved into “Hugh Midden”,
A character of my own invention. Hugh expresses
ideas and thoughts that, to me, sound better
in his voice, than my own.

Hugh describes himself as a North Antrim Tribesman.
Of Scottish and Irish descent. A hybrid. A small holding
farmer. A wearer of the plaid/tartan blanket, overalls, boots, patched jeans, cap, ancient Harris tweed “jecket”, dark glasses and a smoker of the rolled cigarette.

He has worked at many things. Above his fire rests an ancient spear he calls “Ye Boy Ye”. His pen is also his spear.

He has his own opinions and thoughts. So here they are.

Good Luck.

www.randallstephenhall.com
randall.stephen.hall@gmail.com

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Hugh Midden Speaks. By Randall Stephen Hall. Here’s a wee collection of poems i…

Hugh Midden Speaks.
By Randall Stephen Hall.

Here’s a wee collection of poems
including one song and some musical elements
called “Hugh Midden Speaks”

https://soundcloud.com/hugh-midden-speaks/almost-eighty-7-12-11
A link to ten audio files. There may be more.

Background.

Although I work as an illustrator, I’m also involved
with writing, music, poetry and storytelling.

Part of this work has evolved into “Hugh Midden”,
A character of my own invention. Hugh expresses
ideas and thoughts that, to me, sound better
in his voice, than my own.

Hugh describes himself as a North Antrim Tribesman.
Of Scottish and Irish descent. A hybrid. A small holding
farmer. A wearer of the plaid/tartan blanket, overalls, boots, patched jeans, cap, ancient Harris tweed “jecket”, dark glasses and a smoker of the rolled cigarette.

He has worked at many things. Above his fire rests an ancient spear he calls “Ye Boy Ye”. His pen is also his spear.

He has his own opinions and thoughts. So here they are.

Good Luck.

www.randallstephenhall.com
randall.stephen.hall@gmail.com


Almost Eighty 7.12.11
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Narrated by Hugh Midden. Hugh looks at life from the perspective of a working man who has had a hard and eventful life. What age is Hugh? He as nev…

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Colour Theory. (Flag Song). A song by Randall Stephen Hall…

Colour Theory. (Flag Song).
A song by Randall Stephen Hall ©

Chorus.

Red white and blue now.
Green white and gold.
All of these colours
They’re so very old.
You can’t own a colour
No woman or man.
For if you do now
You don’t understand.

Verse.

The red of the sunset.
The white of the moon.
The blue of the night now.
The May flowers in bloom.
You can’t make some colours
Line up like a gate.
To shut off your thinking.
What a terrible fate.

The green of the grass now.
The waves on the sea.
The gold of the harvest.
For you and for me.
You can’t make some colours
Just march like a drum.
Go die every Easter.
Come home, won’t you son.

Chorus.

Green, white, and gold now.
Red white and blue.
What do these colours.
Just mean to you?
Go look at your colours
Before you can find.
First, open your heart.
Then go change your mind.

Chorus.

But what of the white now
The colour we share?
The waves on the sea shore
The moon way up there.
The Dove, he was shot down.
His angels wings fly.
Feathers are colours.
For feathers we die.

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Colour Theory. (Flag Song). A song by Randall Stephen Hall © Chorus. Red whit…

Colour Theory. (Flag Song).
A song by Randall Stephen Hall ©

Chorus.

Red white and blue now.
Green white and gold.
All of these colours
They’re so very old.
You can’t own a colour
No woman or man.
For if you do now
You don’t understand.

Verse.

The red of the sunset.
The white of the moon.
The blue of the night now.
The May flowers in bloom.
You can’t make some colours
Line up like a gate.
To shut off your thinking.
What a terrible fate.

The green of the grass now.
The waves on the sea.
The gold of the harvest.
For you and for me.
You can’t make some colours
Just march like a drum.
Go die every Easter.
Come home, won’t you son.

Chorus.

Green, white, and gold now.
Red white and blue.
What do these colours.
Just mean to you?
Go look at your colours
Before you can find.
First, open your heart.
Then go change your mind.

Chorus.

But what of the white now
The colour we share?
The waves on the sea shore
The moon way up there.
The Dove, he was shot down.
His angels wings fly.
Feathers are colours.
For feathers we die.


Colour Theory 31.8.12
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“Colour Theory” is a song from a collection I’ve been working on for a while. It looks at issues of identity around flags and identifica…

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The Fair Ground. A song by Randall Stephen Hall. 2007-2010…

The Fair Ground.
A song by Randall Stephen Hall.
2007-2010 ©

Come with me to the fairgound
Come with me today.
Come with me to the fairground
It is a special day.
Come with me amongst the lights.
Come with me, we’ll be all right.
Come along, oh take my hand
This can’t be wrong
You understand?

Let’s go and get some food now.
Let’s spend some time alone.
To walk amongst the crowds now
And find our own way home.
No one’s there to worry us.
No one’s there to hurry us.
No one’s there to spoil our fun.
Oh you and me, we are as one

Chorus.

At the fairground
At the fairground.
This is our special field.
At the fairground
At the fairground.
Where love will never yield.
Come and be my girl tonight.
You don’t have to fear me now.
I can’t make all these things right.
But love will conquer us somehow.
At the fairground.
At the fairgound.

I know your face and friends now.
You live across the bridge.
I’ve often seen your beauty
Since we were just wee kids.
Our freckles and the way we laughed.
Two speckled birds.
The way we danced.
Come let us go, let’s take a chance.
Oh here’s our love, a new romance
At the fairground
At the fairground.

Some new romances begin amongst people from different parts of the community. They find the fertile ground (the fair ground) of markets, fairgrounds and city centres, pubs, clubs and dances, to grow and blossom. Other areas like mixed youth clubs, integrated education and further education inspire a new kind of love in Northern Ireland.

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The Fair Ground. A song by Randall Stephen Hall. 2007-2010 © Come with me to th…

The Fair Ground.
A song by Randall Stephen Hall.
2007-2010 ©

Come with me to the fairgound
Come with me today.
Come with me to the fairground
It is a special day.
Come with me amongst the lights.
Come with me, we’ll be all right.
Come along, oh take my hand
This can’t be wrong
You understand?

Let’s go and get some food now.
Let’s spend some time alone.
To walk amongst the crowds now
And find our own way home.
No one’s there to worry us.
No one’s there to hurry us.
No one’s there to spoil our fun.
Oh you and me, we are as one

Chorus.

At the fairground
At the fairground.
This is our special field.
At the fairground
At the fairground.
Where love will never yield.
Come and be my girl tonight.
You don’t have to fear me now.
I can’t make all these things right.
But love will conquer us somehow.
At the fairground.
At the fairgound.

I know your face and friends now.
You live across the bridge.
I’ve often seen your beauty
Since we were just wee kids.
Our freckles and the way we laughed.
Two speckled birds.
The way we danced.
Come let us go, let’s take a chance.
Oh here’s our love, a new romance
At the fairground
At the fairground.

https://soundcloud.com/randall-stephen-hall/the-fairground-29-9-12

Some new romances begin amongst people from different parts of the community. They find the fertile ground (the fair ground) of markets, fairgrounds and city centres, pubs, clubs and dances, to grow and blossom. Other areas like mixed youth clubs, integrated education and further education inspire a new kind of love in Northern Ireland.


The Fairground 29.9.12
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The fairground. A safe place to meet. Bright lights, excitement, food and the promise something new.

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Why are you Leaving ? (Young male suicide in North and West Belfast) A song by R…

Why are you Leaving ?
(Young male suicide in North and West Belfast)
A song by Randall Stephen Hall.

How come you’re leaving?
And where will you go?
You look like winter
All covered with snow.
You’re much too young now
For hanging around.
So how come you’re leaving
When this old sun goes down?

The North and the West now
It’s harder living here.
The wolf packs they are running.
Sucking on cold beer.
Been’ sniffing at the hard stuff
Or some grass amongst the weeds.
But weeds can be beautiful.
Give birth to beautiful seeds.

Chorus.

While you’re hangin’ round
On this old side of town.
Where were your dreams?
Cause you don’t have to drown.
I look at your face.
You’re not warm anymore.
I don’t want to see you
Hangin’ round my door.

Comfort your parents
You’re lying so calm.
Who’se gonna tuck you in now
And wrap you up from harm?
Initiation, imagine your friends.
How they would miss you
And the love they would send.

So lift up your head now
And don’t let it fall.
By doing yourself down
And hitting that big wall.
You’re much too young
For hangin’ so long.
So don’t leave too early
With the sun sinking down.

Chorus.

https://soundcloud.com/randall-stephen-hall/why-are-you-leaving-1-12-12


Why are you Leaving? 1.12.12
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“Why are you Leaving” is written about young male suicide in North and West Belfast. The song really speaks for itself.

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Lullabye Baby. A song by Randall Stephen Hall. There’s a storm overhead And the…

Lullabye Baby.
A song by Randall Stephen Hall.

There’s a storm overhead
And the rain’s blowing in.
So I wait for you’re your thunder.
See the light on your skin.
I would wait here forever.
I would pace til’ I drop.
For the thing that I need
Is the sound of your knock.

Cross the barbed wire
And the ditches.
I would pitch after you.
Flying bullets and your barrage
Just to hear, “How are you?”
I would break through your high walls
And the doors you have locked.
For I know how you’re feeling.
Let me be like your rock.

Chorus.

My Lullabye baby
My lullabye girl.
All your world’s in a whirl now
My lullabye girl.
My lullabye baby
My lullabye star.
Oh lullabye baby
Sleep so safe where you are.

Like a raft in the ocean.
Cling to me on your waves.
Let me save your emotions.
Set me free, like a slave.
Let the wind catch your sails now.
Lift you up, cross the foam.
I will follow where you go now.
You will never be alone.

Chorus.

https://soundcloud.com/randall-stephen-hall/lullabye-baby-23-9-12


Lullabye Baby 23.9.12
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A father writes his daughter a song. She lives in a high tower so he writes the song on a paper airplane and casts it out upon the breeze from his …