A fast, Irish folk-rock song. Great energy and good Craic.
Schumacher's progressive music styles - Progressive, Celtic, Acoustic.
Schumacher's music embraces a wide range of musical styles - a true blend of Progressive Rock, Celtic, and classical music arrangements.
We try to make people feel, to capture and reflect emotion, and help others as their lives are touched by both good and bad. Our success is not our sales, but the comments listeners leave about how a song touched their hearts.
Check out "The Snake in the Grass" or "The Buffalo Dance" for a snapshot of the band's acoustic-progressive work.
Story behind the song
Reliving memories of touring in Ireland.
Lyrics
Another night, with wind that bites,
The streets of Cork dim lit with light,
The cobblestones an echo of past lives.
The pubs door open, smell of beer,
Some old gents speaking Gaelic here,
And someones singing bout the Irish ways.
You buy a drink, the craic begins,
You raise some hell, the music swings,
The sign above the bar says Mile Failte.
Grab the guitar, and play the strings,
They twang and fill the core of hearts tonight.
And Sundays seem like grand a day,
lay by the banks of Bandon, or the Lee.
To keep afloat, just dream away,
The refuge of your soul: Recovery.
The whiskey anger stings just right,
You dont know where youll sleep tonight,
But the band plays louder and the people clap their hands.
Another stage, another place,
A welcome smile, a lovely face,
And all that haunts you now seems far away.
You grab the guitar, play the songs,
Where youre the hero fighting foes of times long gone.
The tales of love, of hardships and of pain,
Of changing ways, but most seem still the same.
And Sundays seem like grand a day,
To light that match, and burn it all away.
To keep afloat, just dream away,
The refuge of your soul: Recovery.
And Sunday will be grand a day,
To walk away, to throw it all away.
To stand by cliffs in Celtic air,
To light that flame again,
Light that flame again
Recovery
