The Muses

The Muses

BandFolkCeltic

“ Venues that are able to schedule a concert by the Muses should consider themselves lucky!” - Anne Emerick, presenter of Wisteria Ways House Concert Series. "Like early Clancy Brothers, hale and hardy." Stuart Meyers - WRFG - FM Atlanta, GA

Biography

Tanya Brody and Matthew Gurnsey play a plethora of exotic instruments ranging from bohdran & concertina to harp & guitar; psaltery and pennywhistles to name just a few. Their vocal harmonies have made people laugh, cry and feel everything in between.

The Muses add new life and vibrancy to old songs as well as adding exciting original material to the Celtic repertoire. Since the moment they chose to blend their voices in song they began captivating the hearts and minds of every audience from Hawaii to Maine, Vancouver to Florida, weddings and pubs to libraries, colleges and universities, concert series, and main-stages at Scottish Games and Celtic Festivals. The Muses perform with a ferocity and strength of heart that embodies the music they love so dearly.

Seeking the return of traditional Celtic folk songs by adding a new twist (and on a stage overflowing with instruments), The Muses breathe new life into a music that will never die. “Through our music you can feel the green shamrocks underfoot, catch the aroma of a distant salt sea, and taste the highland rain upon your lips.”

“ Venues that are able to schedule a concert by the Muses should consider themselves lucky!”
- Anne Emerick (Presenter of Wisteria Ways House Concert Series.)

"Like early Clancy Brothers, hale and hardy."
- Stuart Meyers (WRFG - FM Atlanta, GA)
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“This is a show that any Highland Games would benefit from having on their performance roster.”
- Richard Park (Entertainment Chair Tucson Celtic Festival Association)
“It was a great show-engaging and full of humor. Thank you for encouraging student involvement during your performance and sharing your amazing talents with our community.”
- Angela B. Taylor (Assistant Director of Student Activities & Greek Affairs, Georgetown College)

“Overall it is the vocals and the crisp instrumentation of Brody and Gurnsey that make them stand out and apart from others in the Celtic genre”
- Kevin McCarthy (Celtic and Folk Music Reviews)

“They have a chemistry that sparks. They may play many instruments between them but their voices are their greatest treasure”
- Antonio Santos (President , Scots-American Society of Brevard)

“Besides the great entertainment The Muses offer, I appreciated the involvement and the participation they allowed the audience. You feel like they are entertaining you, not just being ‘the entertainment’.”
- Gil Clarke (President, Savannah Scottish Games)

“We received great feedback… It was the perfect family evening at the Chili Public Library”
- Sandra E. Roether (Vice President, Friends of the Chili Public Library)

Lyrics

Gypsy Hawk

Written By: Matthew Gurnsey (Arr. Tanya Brody)

All in the Highlands first I spied her
And her eye, ‘twas sparklin’ clear
As the brook sings o’er with laughter
So does my gypsy lady dear

Chorus
O’er hill and glen she ever wanders
And will as far as time can see
Like a hawk that’s soaring onward
Is my own gypsy lady

Come away with me she once invited
We’ll dance as though all life were June
On beds of flowers and these green pastures
Under the full sweet golden moon

Chorus

Betwixt the firelight and soft moon beams
Her blackest tresses shine and glow
Mischevious eyes and smile they both gleam
As she beckons me follow

Chorus

But I had my Inn to tend to
And the autumn drawing nigh
Though my heart will ever follow
Away from me this Hawk did fly

Chorus

O’er hill and glen I her did follow
For my lonely heart did pine
In Autumn’s pure gold I found her
There told her true, my heart is thine

O’er hill and glen we walk together
And will as far as time can see
Like all hawks that mate forever
I’ve found my hawk and she has me

Now with winter’s cold around us
Safe and warm near our firelight
My gypsy lass is here to soothe me
And in my arms I’ll hold her tight

O’er hill and glen we walk together
And will as far as time can see
Like all hawks that mate forever
My Gypsy Hawk truly has me

The Ballad of Jack O' the Lantern

Written By: Tanya Brody

THE BALLAD OF JACK O’ THE LANTERN
Chorus
A laggard and a drunk he was
His heart it knew no shame-o
And for his life, his death was cursed
Jack O’The Lantern was his name-o
(Jack O The Lantern was his name)

Jack he was a cruel man
His heart was black as night
Forever stealin’, cursin’, lyin’,
And spoilin’ for a fight.

The Devil found him in the pub
His soul now for to claim
Says Jackie “Buy me one last drink
For I ne’er shall drink again”.

So the Devil into a sixpence turns
Jack’s drink for which to pay
And Jackie grabs that coin a-right
And pockets it away

“Free me now!” the Devil cried
“I cannot abide in here
You’ve a cross stuck in your pocket
And it makes me most afeared.”

“And If I do release ye,
Ye’ll bother me no more
For seven years you’ll let me be
And ne’er dark my door.”

“Agreed!” the Devil cried aloud
So Jackie set him free
“In seven years,” the Devil said.
“I will come for thee.”

Chorus

Seven years they passed away
Like our Jack drinking brew
And soon enough the Devil came
A for to claim his due

“An apple I beg you pick for me
My last sup for to be.
Many a fine ripe rosy cheek
Hangs from yonder tree”

So the Devil climbs the tree of life
A for to pick the fruit
And Jack a cross carves in the bark
So the Devil’s stuck to the root

“Release me now you scurvy knave
I’ll have you for my own!
I’ll watch your hard soul writhe in pain
As I sit on my throne!”

“I’ll release you now but promise me
This thing you’ll tell
That never in the time of man
Shall my soul rot in hell.”

The Devil he did promise
To leave poor Jackie be
And as Jack removed the cross
The Devil sped from yonder tree

Chorus

Manys the year that passed away
But one day poor Jackie died.
His soul went up to heaven
And St. Peter up and cried

“Ye rogue, ye knave, ye scallywag
Now get ye from my sight!
And get ye down to hell’s black hole
Where you’ll never see the light!”

So down to hell old Jack he goes
And the Devil’s at the door.
“A promise is a promise, Jack.
You’re welcome here no more.”

“Heaven forbade me, hell won’t have me
Where now shall I go?”
”You’re doomed to wander this cold earth
With no rest for your soul!”

“All alone in the cold and dark,
What comfort shall I find?”
The devil tossed him a burning coal
And shut the door behind

The hell coal burned Jack to the core
So a turnip root he found
Hollowed it out to make a light
And he dropped that coal right down.

Now Jackie wanders endlessly
His soul it knows no home
But all you’ll see is an angry light
Burning through the gloam.

Chorus
Chorus
He was a laggard and a drunk
His heart it knew no shame-o
And for his life, his death was cursed
Jack O’The Lantern was his name-o
(Jack O The Lantern was his name)
Jack of The Lantern was his name-o
(Jacl O The Lantern was his name-o

Choose Joy

Written By: Tanya Brody

Choose Joy was written for Barbara (Bodge) Burinski-Shelton who played the Queen at various Renaissance Festivals around the country. She died of cancer 5 years ago, July 17th.

Long may she reign in majesty glorious
Ever victorious, God save our queen

You passed on before me
Your light guides my way
Your work here in this life was done
Now you get to play
And fly with the angels and guide us all home
Those of us left behind must carry your light on
Choose Joy is your motto and now I find
Every time I think of you
Your joy fills my mind

Your magic surrounds us
It fills us up with love
Even as we all sit here
Knowing you’re up above
Your light shines on all of us
Old friends and new
Your kindness and grace helps us all to renew
Our pledge to each other to continue on
To make the lessons you’ve taught us
Keep going strong

For the ones we love dearest
We never truly lose
And your light will shine down
On all who will choose joy

God save our gracious queen
God save our loving queen
God save our queen
Let her light shine on us
Let her memory be with us
Let her love fill our hearts
God save our queen

Henry & Susie

Written By: Tanya Brody

“I’m really sorry”, Henry said
“I don’t see us working out as a plausible thread
We should see other people, take some time
But I’d still like to consider you a friend of mine.”

Susie stared blankly, not knowing what to do
Feeling kind of like something Henry’d wiped off his shoe
Reeling from the words that Henry said
When these unbidden words came into her head.

“No, I’m sorry but we can’t be friends
I would really rather never see you again
You treated me badly and worse at the end
So no, I’m sorry but we can’t be friends”

Henry just smiled as he babbled on about
How sorry he was that things hadn’t worked out.
How she’d misunderstood him and all of that crap
While Suzie listened to his clap trap thinking

“No I’m sorry but we can’t be friends
This line you’re giving’s driving me ‘round the bend
You’ve broken my heart so it may never mend
So no, I’m sorry but we can’t be friends”

As Henry droned on, Suzie’s mind ranged
Over all of the things about him that had changed
How he used to be sweet and he used to be kind
And she wondered if that all had been in her mind.

He’d used her and hurt her to his own content
‘Til all of her heart and her spirit were spent
Now he was talking aoubt their “good times together”
And in Susie’s mind were the words “Whatever” and

“No I’m sorry but we can’t be friends
You’ve done enough damage now it’s time to end
This farce of a love affair and the pain that it’s been
So no, I’m sorry but we can’t be friends.”

Henry finally shut up and Susie smiled
She decided to let Henry stew for a while
Henry coughed nervously and nodded his head
And as he took a deep breath, Susie said,

“No, I’m sorry but we can’t be friends
I’d really rather never see you again.
You’ve treated me badly and now make amends
So no, I’m sorry but we can’t be friends.”

“No I’m sorry but we can’t be friends
You’ve been a jerk from the start to the end
The last straw was you hitting on my best friend
So no, I’m sorry but we can’t be friends.”

“No I’m really sorry but… My humble apologies but no… I’m sorry but we can’t be friends. No, no, no, no.

Maiden's Revenge

Written By: Tanya Brody

Maiden’s Revenge

There once was a handsome lad, all from the town of Kimmin
He was so proud and boastful of his prowess with the women
Well the tales were told that made him out to be a Romeo
But he’d have his way with a lass whether she would or no

One day young Mary Stockwell did catch this Johnny’s eye
And the next thing that you know he had his hand upon her thigh
Young Mary, hearing of the tales did push his hand away
And her proud and foolish gesture, did cause this lad to say

“Oh run like the devil Mary run.
Run like the devil Mary run
For I will catch you quick
And we will have some fun
For the time’s run out on your virtue”

Mary took off like a shot, went running through the town
Johnny was upon her heels to bring that girl to ground
But Mary’s track did take her speeding through the flour mill
And she pushed a bag in Johnny’s way so over him it spilled

Well Johnny came out of the mill looking like a great white mountain
And his eyes, being full of dust, fell right into the fountain
At the sight of this the townsfolk laughed and Mary shrieked with glee
And Johnny got back to his feet shoutin’ “Mary I’ll get ye!”

“Oh run like the devil Mary run.
Run like the devil Mary run
For I will catch you quick
And we will have some fun
For the time’s run out on your virtue”

Mary she stuck out her tongue and started off once more
But Johnny grabbed her skirt so fast that a good piece of it tore
His passion infused with his rage, it nearly made him blind
And he took off so intent on Mary’s now exposed behind

Johnny ran ‘neath a laundry line, his head he had to duck
But flour and water soon make paste and to his back now stuck
A fine young ladies handkerchief of lovely bright red silk
While Mary ran into the barn where the town’s cows all did milk

“Oh run like the devil Mary run.
Run like the devil Mary run
For I will catch you quick
And we will have some fun
For the time’s run out on your virtue”

Mary ran down the row of stalls, looking for safe cover
When upon her fell the shadow of her maddened would be lover
“A hah! Now I have cornered you and no more tricks you’ll pull”
When Mary opened the stall door of the dairy farmers’ bull

Well Mary hid behind the door, the bull saw Johnny only
And it crashed out of that stall door, being mad, or maybe lonely
Johnny he turned tail and ran and that handkerchief so red
Went flapping out behind him as across the fields he sped

“Oh run like the devil Johnny run.
Run like the devil Johnny run.
For I have banked your prowess
And your reputation’s done
And I’ll be the keeper of my virtue.”

“Oh run like the devil Johnny run.
Run like the devil Johnny run.
For I have banked your prowess
And your reputation’s done
And I’ll be the keeper of my virtue.”

Discography

The Muses - Live!
The Muses - Live! DVD
The Muses; Tramps and Hawkers
The Muses; Passing Time
The Muses have been played on the air all over this country, as well as Canada, Austrailia, New Zealand, Scotland, N. Ireland, Germany, France and Israel

Set List

Programs:

Full Standard set; Come enjoy a rollicking good show! Everything from upbeat drinking songs and sea shanties to love ballads and old standards. The Muses break out all the instruments for this set showing their versatility in performance as well as repertoire. 1-3 hours

“Singer/Songwriter” set (all original); The Muses have written many wonderful original pieces including songs about Sirens and love songs for each other. They’ll also toss in a couple from their own favorite singer/songwriters for good measure. 1-2 hours

Irish set (traditional and original); Songs from Erin’s green shores. Traditional songs that range from ancient to turn of the last century music hall with some modern and original pieces thrown in. 1 hour

Scottish set (traditional and original); The sound will make you long for the lochs. Old traditions blend with modern ditties for a journey through the misty highlands and the lowland moors. 1 hour

Instrument Education Set; The Muses take you