January 10, 2010
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Ciara Considine: Album Songs
Ciara Considine with Jack Fitzgerald - She Moved Through The Fair - from her album Ó Mo Chroí - January 6, 2010
April 15, 2008
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An enchanting album of Irish Traditional Songs.....nominated for "best new World music" by Cultural Mall; nominated for Celtic Radio Awards; available on iTunes, Rhapsody, Amazon, Napster, Celtic MP3 Magazine/Podcasts, CD Baby; featured on NME.com, Alooga radio, Galway radio, Dublin radio, Massachusetts radio, Pennsylvania radio, New York Irish radio..........
Ciara Considine's CD album Ó Mo Chroí - April 14, 2008
Trained as a concert-pianist, Ciara Considine took a trip back to her cultural roots in making an album of Ireland's much-loved traditional folk songs. It all started as something she wanted to do for her niece and nephews who were curious about their Irish heritage. Now released, Ciara's debut album is titled "Ó Mo Chroí "- Irish for "Of My Heart" from an old Irish saying. Recorded in MA Studios UK with Noel Rafferty, each of these folk songs has been musically arranged by Ciara with subtlety. A one-woman-album, she sings and plays all 8 instruments on the CD. There is nothing commercialized or 'airbrushed' about this album: produced independently, it bears the hall-mark of a sincere recording that reaches into the hearth of a home.
"Cheers & Sláinte everyone, enjoy!" - Ciara Considine - April 12, 2008
"There is an old Irish phrase used to refer to a loved-one: 'Ó cuisle geal mo chroí '. It means 'Oh bright pulse of my heart'. This phrase is the inspiration behind my album. Each one of these traditional songs is essentially a story of love. Hand-in-hand with these stories of love are stories of loss, against the harsh back-drop of Ireland's historical famines, poverty and emigration. The songs were shared in the true folk tradition - around the kitchen table, by the hearth of the home, amid the jigs and reels - and passed down through the generations. Making this album was a real buzz, working with MA Studio's Noel Rafferty and having my fantastic friends and family supporting me. For Francesca, John-Patrick, Nico and Jack. Cheers everyone, enjoy!"
Song List Ó Mo Chroí - April 9, 2008
1 Black Is The Colour 2 Kilkelly, Ireland3 She Moved Through The Fair 4 The Flower Of Magherally 5 The Parting Of Friends 6 Spancil Hill 7 Molly Bán 8 My Lagan Love 9 Farewell My Love, Remember Me 10 An Gaoth Úr
Inspiration ! "Child of the Gael" - Steve McDonald - April 5, 2008
Wherever we go my love, Forever you'll know my love, We will prevail my love, Child of the Gael, my love. 
Inspiration ! Ballad Stanza - Thomas Moore (1779-1852) - April 4, 2008
I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl’d Above the green elms, that a cottage was near; And I said, “If there ’s peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here.
Inspiration ! "Unsung" - April 3, 2008
Olive-skinned with plaited dark hair, Her hollow cheeks, a shadow of the Great Hunger, Her skirt once swung to the rhythm of her smile, Her darting eyes - sparks of her fiery pride. For she had such promise, yet ne’er became a mother, She dreamt of all those cities and towns Where husbands are found As she tended her hens and tilled the muddy land In her cold, hard boots. For yet another year, she missed the fair In Lisdoonvarna town, A candle in hand, she knelt in prayer At the side of her fevered brother Where she remained alone, amidst her books Yearning, wondering - how must it feel To know a loving man’s hand? She did well to tread the brittle path of a life Somehow lost in serving, She never asked why, not once did she shy From God’s call to love and to give, Her sister’s children rose each day To the bread she’d baked that dawn, She’d proudly watch as they ate and laughed, And studied and married and left. Many did not understand her, stubborn, Awkward and tough seemed she, Her knuckles tired, her shawl thread-bare, Her shoulders, hunched with age, Disconnected she grew as time robbed her hearing And decades laughed and passed her by. But somewhere still in this green, lush land Lies her hen-shed, a relic of stone And tread her great-nephews remembering her name As grass springs anew. And what of this creature who so silently loved? On hearing His whisper one morn as she woke, Turned to the wall and died. - An unsung crusade of ninety-six years. (For 'Aunty-Anne' 1898-1994) 
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