Aoife O'Donovan - Stanley Park (Recording with Berklee Instant Strings)
Aoife O'Donovan performs her song "Stanley Park” with Berklee Instant Strings as part of a residency at Berklee with the American Roots Music Program. String arrangement and coaching by Darol Anger. Berklee Instant Strings, a new project from the mind of Darol Anger, collaborates with artists and musical directors to create and perform string arrangements for their songs. During the 2016 Newport Folk Festival, they performed with Aoife O'Donovan and Margo Price. The original recording of "Stanley Park” comes from her album In the Magic Hour. Get a copy here: lnk.to/magichour Aoife O'Donovan: Facebook: www.facebook.com/aoifeodonova... Twitter: twitter.com/odonovanaoife Instagram: www.instagram.com/aoifemaria/ Youtube: www.youtube.com/user/aoifedon... Site: www.aoifeodonovan.com/ Berklee: Facebook: www.facebook.com/berkleecollege Twitter: www.twitter.com/berkleecollege Instagram: www.instagram.com/berkleecollege Site: www.berklee.edu "Stanley Park” Writer: Aoife O'Donovan Arranger, ensemble instructor: Darol Anger Voice, guitar: Aoife O'Donovan Violin 1: Carolyn Kendrick, 5 string violin: Kathleen Parks Viola: Anna Stromer Cello: Cristobal Cruz-Garcia Cello 2: Parker Ouseley Special thanks to Joe Walsh and David Wallace Videographer & editor: Joe Barnard Videographer & lighting: Kevin Greene Recording at Q Division Studios Recording & Mixing Engineer: Gonzalo Perez Mastering Engineer: Jonathan Wyner Lyrics (Aoife O'Donovan) See that gull on the old sea wall Some birds fly and others fall asleep To the beating of their wings As wind sings, the wind sings See that babe at her mother's breast If I could I'd take my rest Back in the belly from where I came Nobody knows my name, knows my name Half asleep in a bowl of gruel No one told me life was cruel My home is in this valley now And it's burning down, it's burning down If I find the fire escape I'll break the glass and put on my cape I'll pretend I'm Superman Where are my friends? Where are my friends? I'm a poor wayfarer and I got no one to dry my eyes Time to lay this body down In the frozen ground, the frozen ground When I die Lord bring me back As a snow white gull I'll make my tracks On the sandy beach of the English bay Then I'll fly away, I'll fly away
