In the early ’90s, he had … Read Full Bio ↴C.J.ROGERS is a solo musician from Luxemburg.
In the early ’90s, he had the idea to produce music, in which the most part is based of computer created electronic sounds!
All his instruments are based on stand-alone and vst software synths, this allows him to create new and authentic, as well as digital and analog sounds!
End of the ’90s he was ready for his first album and started with his new project.
His music is all produced, composed, played, arranged and mixed up to final-mastering by himself!
The productions are various styles of electronic music as lounge, chillout, dance, electropop, film, soundtrack, funky, electrojazz, ambient, downtempo, trance… with preference of experimental sounds.
For more info about him or biography , follow this link: http://www.cjrogersmusic.com
Follow Me
C.J.ROGERS Lyrics
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That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the fern
Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glenmalure with Feach MacHugh O'Byrne
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with Halberd, out with sword, on we'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with Halberd, out with sword, on we'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with Halberd, out with sword, on we'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Och, great is Rory Og O'More, sending the loons to Hades
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Lisa and the ladies
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with Halberd, out with sword, on we'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
The lyrics to C.J.ROGERS's song Follow me are based on the historical event known as the Battle of Glenmalure, which took place in Ireland in 1580. The song tells the story of Feach MacHugh O'Byrne, an Irish chieftain who fought against the invading English forces led by Lord Grey and Lord Fitzwilliam. The first verse of the song sets the scene by describing the old disgrace that MacCahir Og, another Irish chieftain, feels after he has been driven from his home by Fitzwilliam. The verse ends with a reference to Feach MacHugh O'Byrne, who emerges as the hero of the story.
The chorus of the song is an exhortation to Feach's followers and to the Irish people in general to rise up against their oppressors. Feach is portrayed as a brave and resolute leader who is willing to take on the English forces, even though they are more powerful and better equipped. The second verse of the song describes the battle itself, with the swords of Glen Imayle flashing over the English Pale, and the children of the Gael fighting under O'Byrne's banners. The verse ends with an image of the rooster of a fighting stock, which symbolizes the Irish people's determination to defend their country.
Overall, the lyrics to Follow me are a celebration of Irish resistance against English oppression. They emphasize the themes of courage, determination, and loyalty, and they show how the Irish people were able to push back against a powerful invader despite facing overwhelming odds.
Line by Line Meaning
Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
MacCahir Og, lift your head up and don't dwell on the past shame
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the fern
FitzWilliam attacked your home and forced you to flee into the wilderness
Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
The enemy believed they were winning and would capture the dangerous person soon
Until he met at Glenmalure with Feach MacHugh O'Byrne
But then they encountered Feach MacHugh O'Byrne at Glenmalure
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Feach will do what Feach will dare
Lord Kildare, curse and swear if you want, but Feach will do whatever he wants regardless
Now FitzWilliam, have a care, fallen is your star low
FitzWilliam, be careful because your fortunes have turned for the worse
Up with Halberd, out with sword, on we'll go, for by the Lord
Get your weapons ready, we're going to fight and we swear to God that we will win
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
Feach MacHugh gave the order to march towards Carlow, so let's follow him
See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o'er the English Pale
Look at the sharp swords of the warriors from Glen Imayle gleaming over the English border
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
See all the Irish people united under O'Byrne's leadership
Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
You come from a family of fighters, would you let a foreigner mock you?
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners
Would you let them make noise on Irish soil? Show them the proper way to behave
From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
From Tassagart to Clonmore, the ground is soaked with the blood of English soldiers
Och, great is Rory Og O'More, sending the loons to Hades
Oh, how great is Rory Og O'More, sending the enemy soldiers to Hell
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's head
White is ill and Lane has escaped, so now we must focus on capturing FitzWilliam
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Lisa and the ladies
We'll send FitzWilliam's head, covered in blood, to Queen Lisa and the women in power
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Written by: Traditional Music
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