laul ja kitarr
vocal and guitar
laul ja kitarr
vocal and guitar
laul (5) vocal
taustalaul (8) backing voc
hardangerviiul (2) hardingfele
Kägu - Cockoo
Äike - Thunder
Sookured - Cranes
Kevadmets - Spring forest
Konnakontsert - Frogs
Ööbik - Nightingale
See lugu-rida on
pärit valgustest, algustest, tuultest ja häältest, kokku-,
lahkusaamistest, kohkumistest ja rõõmusööstudest 1980-90 +/-. Eesti
avanemine, vabanemine… Esimesed reisimised maailma peal, sõprade
leidmine kaugetel maadel… Palju neis lugudes on pärit meie ümbert,
kellegi kauge või lähedase mõtetest, tegemistest, juttudest, unedest,
Salvestus ja mix: Ants Johanson ja Jaan Tamm,
veebruaris 1993, Kullamäel, punases majas mere ääres. Lisatud on Fred
Jüssi loodussalvestusi. Pildid ja kujundus Mae Kivilo.
These songs are
from the years of 1980 - 1990 roughly. Estonia regaining it`s
independence, first travels abroad, friends … Much in these songs are
from the thoughts deeds, stories, dreams and lives of others, far or
February 1993, at Kullamäe, on the north coast of Estonia, in the red
house close to the shore. Estonian wildlife sounds added from the
recordings of Fred Jüssi. Artwork and layout by
Traditional from the west coast of Estonia, as sung by Liisu Müürmann
from Kullamaa in 1911. This kind of runo-song tradition goes back to
There were three brothers and likewise in many old Estonian
songs and tales, the smallest turns out to be with some special skills
and wit. He kills the Big Ox, cuts down the Big Oak or just makes
something from “nothing”. In this song he makes a boat from the
bones of a swan, masts from carrots, sails like an apron of a young
maiden and ropes like the strings of a harp. A maiden sitting in
the middle, it sails, approaching a Big City, a tower with the hole in
A moment in Tallinn port terminal on the 21. July 1992. Håkon Asheim
from Norway sitting on his suitcase and playing a farewell tune on hardingfele.
Around us, there are those who return home, those who stay, and those
who go …
It is in 5 minutes half past whateveroclock already and ready and ready…
Would you like a little sandwich with the leg of a woodpecker, a little
drink with cranberries … ok ok ok
Up very high, where the hair begins, there is such a windy inkling; you
should know, you shouldn`t know already and ready and ready…
When the morning is too clear, we wake up. A rainbow standing up to the
sky, rain coming crosswise with the trees. Along the Fairy street we go
to young Mary. From her window we look out far into the skies. All
great grandmothers in colored skirts dancing around the Sun. All dead
grandfathers peeping from behind the moon, their eyes laughing. All
once-upon-a-time-kings standing on their stars, lights between them. On
the mountain high we can sing until we notice, our fringes catch fire...
An ancient ritual pattern, survived to our days as children have sung
and played it in different versions: God and Devil game, Gate game,
Goose and Swan game… Kärt sings:
We would like to pass through to heaven, all of us. Can`t go,
the bridge is broken. What could we mend it with? Silky thread, silver,
gold, soil or dust. We would like to go to heaven, all of us. But the
last child will be caught, Whom do you belong to?
A fairy slowly coming down, looks tired, but her eyes bright and clear:
Hey, boys! Let`s push this little Estonia off from the continent and
sail away under the midnight stars. But take it easy, not to crash into
Finland or Sweden or Norway.
Gathering on the edge, we go tilting through the Danish straits, around
Britain and Ireland, we continue to America and Australia, picking up
all wondering brothers.
And up we go over the Indian ocean looking down, through the gathering
clouds on old Egypt, Jerusalem, Mecca, Baghdad, Babylon… Is there a
place for us somewhere under this sky?
Secretly, not even knowingly, looking for…windy airs…white
shades…gracious island…senses wet from dew…laughter in footsteps…rise
there up to you…see all…again…no hurry…close to tears…laughter
fades…mind freezes… sing out the beginning to my lips…
A song once learned from friends in Ireland and sung here to
greet them. Begins with a scene from Tom Mulligan´s “Claremont Arms”,
in Blackrock, Ireland, autumn´88. Neil Mulligan (teaching to say
goodnight in Irish), Paul Dooley (harp) and others and their children,
late night, almost morning...
is singing the lead, Kärt, Ants, Jaak join in.
Religious folk song from Hiiumaa, Pühalepa. Written down in 1914 from
up my heart and praise the One who has created all of us
You have carried us through the dark grief into the clear daylight
May your grace stay with us
May my heart become a temple of Yours
THOUSAND THANKS Mae Kivilo, Jaak
Thank you my brother, that you did wait for me. Now we should
go on and let the heart be free from sorrow.
Johanson (idea), Jaak
What does the stone see. Doesn`t the Sea feel any pain
I like how the Earth`s skin smells in foreverclear air
Time to breathe in
Time to breathe out
Time to breathe in
Get up my Golden Friend
A song learned from our father and mother, who sang it
sometimes together. They heard it from father´s father, whose favorite
song it had been.
often raise my eyes from this pain and trouble, to where my Father
From behind the stars, the peace flows into my heart as I hear Him say:
My children, don`t quarrel…
keeps on singing in Ojapera, Tarvastu. The site where our grandfather`s
farm once stood.
Bootleg recording by Jaak Johanson, May 1992.