These boys have been cutting their teeth and earned their stripes over the years with a devout immersion in gothic American roots music, before that particular bandwagon arrived in town again, and again after it left. Brothers Michael J Sheehy and Patrick McCarthy were born into a rock’n'roll- home, with Elvis and Tammy as surrogate parents.
Michael J Sheehy has fronted Dream City Film Club, his self-titled solo work and the Hired Mourners and Saint Silas Intercession, with his brother Pat at his side for the most part. Witnesses to these outings of theirs will know that the soul and the confrontation they sweated was, and is, real. They can play and they can sing. The edge that they skirt likely comes in part from their school of hard knocks, central London council-estate , Irish Catholic upbringing. Michael, Pat and Miraculous Mule’s third member and old friend Ian Burns were raised in the same estate (Saint Silas in Kentish Town).
Live and on record, Miraculous Mule do indeed kick like their namesake. Mixing up old spirituals, blues and work songs. The real deal, testament to which is the inclusion of their first single Satisfied on Blues magazine’s current covermount CD
MIRACULOUS MULE Announce Brand New Single Dangerous Blues: 23rd September 2013- Ahead of the Release of Debut Album Deep Fried: 7th October 2013
Released by Bronzerat Records/Muletone Recording Company.
Nothing comes from nowhere. The mule, the miracle plough-puller, the humble and mighty tiller of the earth, is blessed and cursed with a dubious origin. Likewise, though their nativity was in London in the latter half of the last century, these Anglo-Irish honkeys know that their souls were forged further back and farther west. Fallen into hell’s ditch, baptised in brimstone, reborn in the devotion of African-American Gospel, the pain of penitentiary work songs, the jittery stomp of hillbilly rock. Creeping with shovels to the lonesome resting places of traditional folk, delving deep into the treasures of song that lie beneath broken soil, loading a wagon under cover of night, they have electrified and reanimated those borrowed remains with a newfound urgency, melancholy, rage and beauty.
As a lost soul in chains once observed, even the ugliest train looks pretty through the cold bars of a cell. Rattling its way to redemption, with evil on its mind, the one-eyed machine follows an impossible route on ghost rails through a landscape of folk and country: Jackson, Mississippi. Memphis, Tennessee. New Orleans, Louisiana. Big Rock, Arkansas. Old Funk, Georgia. A legendary south of country preachers, forgotten jailhouses, jaded dreams of salvation. But always the irresistible, insidious, inevitable pulse of the dangerous blues. Wheels pounding the track. The guitar pick, the drum, the clap, the holler, the cry, the need never satisfied. The runaway monster roars into a tunnel, a smoke-choked furnace of devil cries and sulphur, then back into the night, screaming off the rails, blazing down into a canyon, to a final, raucous reckoning of steel and flame.
Dark night, cold ground. Wreckage sizzles. Buzz of crickets like a legion of derelict amps plugged into hell’s socket, gathered to wail their lament. Sad moonlight on the cornfields. Then, after a long moment that lasts for seconds or for centuries, aching gears grind again. Scorched to its bones, trailing its metal guts, three dozen iron wheels clawing the canyon wall, the ancient beast resurrects. The Miraculous Mule Train drives on, railroad or no, ploughing the black earth of night to the dawn that does not come. But this is mere prophecy. The train is only now leaving the station. Get on it.
Michael Brett
Satisfied
Miraculous Mule Lyrics
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Przeczuwam czego możesz chcieć
Tym razem, to przypuszczam będą słowa te
Nie kochasz mnie
Nie kocham Cię
Za dużo stało się, sam wiesz
Za wiele zapomniałam dni
Ja to nie ty, ty to nie my
Jak zatrzymany w biegu wiatr
Jak niebo wśród nocy bez gwiazd
Jak liść bez wody, tak ty
Beze mnie nie znaczysz już nic
Sama dla siebie jesteś tym
Kim ja dla ciebie chciałem być
Znikąd do nikąd wciąż przeganiasz moje sny
Ja to nie ty, ty to nie my
Ściskam w swej dłoni twoja dłoń
Pamiętam jak budziła mnie
I wieczorami kładła spać, a teraz, cóż
Nie kochasz mnie
Nie kocham Cię
Jak zatrzymany w biegu wiatr
Jak niebo wśród nocy bez gwiazd
Jak liść bez wody, tak ty
Beze mnie nie znaczysz już nic
Być może jeszcze kiedyś odnajdziemy się
Wiesz co?
Chyba sam w to nie wierzysz
Jak zatrzymany w biegu wiatr
Jak niebo wśród nocy bez gwiazd
Jak liść bez wody, tak ty
Beze mnie nie znaczysz już nic
Jak zatrzymany w biegu wiatr
Jak niebo wśród nocy bez gwiazd
Jak liść bez wody, tak ty
Beze mnie nie znaczysz już nic
The song "Satisfied" by Miraculous Mule tells a story of a strained relationship. The lyrics describe a physical disconnect between the two individuals. The singer feels that the other person does not love them anymore, and they reciprocate those same feelings. They reminisce about the past when they used to hold hands, but now they feel like the other person is just going through the motions. The repeated imagery of being "like a leaf without water" and "the wind at a standstill" reinforces the feeling of being stuck and disconnected. Both individuals have grown apart, and the singer acknowledges that they are not the same people they once were.
The lyrics are open to interpretation, but it appears that the song discusses the end of a relationship and the realization that the love is no longer present. The singer reflects on how they used to be for each other and how now they are simply strangers. They hold onto memories, but they understand that those feelings are in the past. The song conveys the pain of unrequited love and how it can lead to apathy and detachment.
Line by Line Meaning
Nie patrząc na mnie trzymasz dłoń
You're holding my hand without looking at me.
Przeczuwam czego możesz chcieć
I have a feeling of what you might want.
Tym razem, to przypuszczam będą słowa te
This time, I suppose these will be the words.
Nie kochasz mnie
You don't love me.
Nie kocham Cię
I don't love you.
Za dużo stało się, sam wiesz
Too much has happened, you know it yourself.
Za wiele zapomniałam dni
I've forgotten too many days.
Nieprzemyślanych słów i chwil tak wiele jest
So many words and moments were not thought through.
Ja to nie ty, ty to nie my
I'm not who you are, you're not who I am.
Jak zatrzymany w biegu wiatr
Like the wind stopped in its tracks.
Jak niebo wśród nocy bez gwiazd
Like a starless sky in the middle of the night.
Jak liść bez wody, tak ty
Like a leaf without water, that's what you're like.
Beze mnie nie znaczysz już nic
You don't mean anything without me.
Sama dla siebie jesteś tym
You are that to yourself.
Kim ja dla ciebie chciałem być
Who I wanted to be for you.
Znikąd do nikąd wciąż przeganiasz moje sny
You keep chasing my dreams from nowhere to nowhere.
Ściskam w swej dłoni twoja dłoń
I'm holding your hand in mine.
Pamiętam jak budziła mnie
I remember how you used to wake me up.
I wieczorami kładła spać, a teraz, cóż
And put me to bed in the evenings, but now, well...
Być może jeszcze kiedyś odnajdziemy się
Maybe we will find each other again someday.
Wiesz co?
You know what?
Chyba sam w to nie wierzysz
I don't think you believe that yourself.
Writer(s): Jacek Lagwa, Michal Wisniewski
Contributed by Michael P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@WiggyKool
I saw them live yesterday in The Hague. They played this song, and it was awesome!
@SuperBluesman56
Excellent tune! Now I'm very "satisfied"!!!
@user-pr9nf6li9g
Best best best best ever
@RedEyeMusicVideo
Oh YES!!! Looking forward to the album too ;-)
@GraveTalkswithShannonScott
Gerdamn Great!
@Bluesrainbluesrainbow
Whuhhhh!!
@mrallcz
!!!