1. Vamp is a folk rock ba… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least three bands named Vamp:
1. Vamp is a folk rock band from Haugesund, Norway, which was started in 1991. The band's musical profile is a mix of Norwegian folk music, Celtic music and rock. Members: Torbjørn Økland (guitar, mandolin, bouzouki, trumpet, chorus), Øyvind Staveland (violin, viola, accordion, flute, vocals), Carl Øyvind Apeland (bass, guitar, keyboards, chorus), Paul Hansen (vocal, guitar), Odin Staveland (keyboard, drums, guitar, vocals).
2. VAMP is a classic hard rock band from Germany. Line-Up: Tom Bellini - vocals, Oliver Scholz - bass, Ricolf Cross - guitar, Dicki Fliszar - drums. They released the album The Rich Don't Rock in 1989, to very good reviews, but the album went nowhere commercially due to a lack of support from the Dive-bomb record label. The album was unavailable for decades, until a deluxe re-issue came out in 2012.
3. Following the demise of London-based psychedelic rock band Sam Gopal Dream in early 1968, Sam Gopal started a new band under his own name. Meanwhile, 'SGD' members Andy Clark, Mick Hutchinson and Pete Sears formed a new band with Viv Prince (previously in The Pretty Things). This short-lived outfit was called Vamp and released the druggy single 'Floatin'' (1968) on Atlantic before splitting up again.
Tir n'a Noir
vamp Lyrics
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ein forliste drøm fra et sommargrønt land.
Men eg huske endå vakre Mary McKear
longt vest i Tir n’a Noir
Va du drøm? Va du te? Va du hud? Va du blo?
Eg kan hørra deg le. Eg kan huska eg lo.
Så forvitra og glir
E du mi,
mi Mary McKear.
Når min rustne kropp går i bakkane tungt
hørr’ eg nåken hviska bakom vintrane ungt:
Kom tebake, venn, ifra kneiper og svir.
Kom igjen te Tir n’a Noir.
Kom te hud. Kom te sinn ifra alt så e grått.
Eg ska stryka ditt kinn, gjørra blikket ditt blått.
For bak horisontar
så forvitra og glir
e eg di,
di Mary McKear.
Så når kvelden komme og eg stilt går ombord,
og min livbåt blir låra i seks fot med jord,
seil’ eg vest i havet te Mary McKear i
det grønne Tir n’a Noir.
Te drøm og te kinn og ein himmel av trøst
kor allting e sinn og eg hørre di røst:
Horisontar fins’kje.
Alt du tar på forblir,
eg e di ,
di Mary McKear.
The song "Tir n'a Noir" by Vamp tells the story of a man who is remembering a lost love named Mary McKear. The opening lines describe the present moment as a "black November" with the crashing of waves against the shore, representing the singer's current state of sadness and reflection. He recalls a lost dream from a summer past, but the memory of Mary McKear remains vivid. Even though she is far away in Tir n'a Noir, located west of his current location, she lives on in his memory.
The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "Bakom horisontar så forvitra og glir," which means "behind horizons so withered and faded," representing the idea that everything in life changes and fades away, including the singer's memories of Mary McKear, but her memory continues to provide a sense of comfort and hope for him.
As the song progresses, the singer imagines a reunion with Mary, offering to bring color back into her life, and promises to return to Tir n'a Noir, the place where the beauty of his past exists. Even as he faces his own mortality and accepts his eventual death, he finds peace in knowing that Mary McKear will always be a part of him, and that even though horizons fade and change, their memories will always be with him.
Overall, "Tir n'a Noir" is a poignant love song about the memories of a lost love and the comfort and solace that those memories can bring.
Line by Line Meaning
Det e svart november. Havet knuse mot strand
It's a dark November. The ocean crushes against the shore.
ein forliste drøm fra et sommargrønt land.
A lost dream from a summer green land.
Men eg huske endå vakre Mary McKear
But I still remember beautiful Mary McKear.
longt vest i Tir n’a Noir
far west in Tir n'a Noir.
Va du drøm? Va du te? Va du hud? Va du blo?
Were you a dream? Were you real? Were you skin? Or were you blood?
Eg kan hørra deg le. Eg kan huska eg lo.
I can hear you laugh. I can remember I laughed too.
Bakom horisontar
Behind horizons,
Så forvitra og glir
that wither and glide,
E du mi, mi Mary McKear.
are you mine, my Mary McKear.
Når min rustne kropp går i bakkane tungt
When my rusty body goes heavily up the hills,
hørr’ eg nåken hviska bakom vintrane ungt:
I hear someone whisper young behind the winter trees:
Kom tebake, venn, ifra kneiper og svir.
Come back, friend, from bars and pain.
Kom igjen te Tir n’a Noir.
Come back to Tir n'a Noir.
Kom te hud.
Come to skin.
Kom te sinn ifra alt så e grått.
Come to mind from everything that is grey.
Eg ska stryka ditt kinn, gjørra blikket ditt blått.
I will stroke your cheek, make your gaze blue.
For bak horisontar
Because behind horizons,
så forvitra og glir
that wither and glide,
e eg di, di Mary McKear.
I am yours, your Mary McKear.
Så når kvelden komme og eg stilt går ombord,
So when the evening comes and I quietly go aboard,
og min livbåt blir låra i seks fot med jord,
and my lifeboat is laid six feet under,
seil’ eg vest i havet te Mary McKear i det grønne Tir n’a Noir.
I sail west out to sea to Mary McKear in the green Tir n'a Noir.
Te drøm og te kinn og ein himmel av trøst
To dream and to skin and a sky of comfort.
kor allting e sinn og eg hørre di røst:
Where everything is peace and I hear your voice:
Horisontar fins’kje.
There are no horizons.
Alt du tar på forblir,
Everything you touch remains,
eg e di , di Mary McKear.
I am yours, your Mary McKear.
Contributed by Ryan P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@SoidSnake
It's a black November
The ocean crushes towards the beach
A wrecked dream from a summer green land
But I still do remember beautiful Mary McKear
Far west in Tir n'a Noir
Were you dream? Were you made up? Were you skin? Were you blood?
I can hear you laugh, I can remember that I laughed!
Behind the horizon
So withered and smooth
Are you mine, My Mary McKear?
When my rusty body walkes the hills so tough
I can hear someone whispers behind the winters so young
*FEMALE SINGER*
Come back my friend, from what's real and what hurts
Come back again to Tir n'a Noir.
Come to skin, come to your mind that distance itself from all that is grey.
I will stroke your cheek and make your look become blue
Because behind the horizon
So withered and smooth
I am yours, Your Mary McKear
*END OF FEMALE SINGER*
*FLUTE SOLO*
*MALE SINGER*
When the evening comes and I walk onboard.
And my life boat gets lowered 6 feet below ground
I'll sail west towards the ocean to Mary McKear.
To that green Tir n'a Noir.
To dream, to cheek and a heaven of comfort
Where everything is sane and I hear your voice
*FEMALE SINGER*
"Horizons don't exist, All you touch must stay, I am yours, Your Mary McKear"
*FLUTE SOLO*
"Horizons don't exist, All you touch must stay, I am yours, Your Mary McKear"
*END OF FEMALE SINGER*
*FEMALE SINGER SINGS OPERA LIKE*
@SoidSnake
It's a black November
The ocean crushes towards the beach
A wrecked dream from a summer green land
But I still do remember beautiful Mary McKear
Far west in Tir n'a Noir
Were you dream? Were you made up? Were you skin? Were you blood?
I can hear you laugh, I can remember that I laughed!
Behind the horizon
So withered and smooth
Are you mine, My Mary McKear?
When my rusty body walkes the hills so tough
I can hear someone whispers behind the winters so young
*FEMALE SINGER*
Come back my friend, from what's real and what hurts
Come back again to Tir n'a Noir.
Come to skin, come to your mind that distance itself from all that is grey.
I will stroke your cheek and make your look become blue
Because behind the horizon
So withered and smooth
I am yours, Your Mary McKear
*END OF FEMALE SINGER*
*FLUTE SOLO*
*MALE SINGER*
When the evening comes and I walk onboard.
And my life boat gets lowered 6 feet below ground
I'll sail west towards the ocean to Mary McKear.
To that green Tir n'a Noir.
To dream, to cheek and a heaven of comfort
Where everything is sane and I hear your voice
*FEMALE SINGER*
"Horizons don't exist, All you touch must stay, I am yours, Your Mary McKear"
*FLUTE SOLO*
"Horizons don't exist, All you touch must stay, I am yours, Your Mary McKear"
*END OF FEMALE SINGER*
*FEMALE SINGER SINGS OPERA LIKE*
@hunga224
It’s a cold November
As the sea crashes in
But I still do remember
Though the memry grows dim
To a magical summer
With sweet Mary McKear
In the west in Tirna NoirWere you there as a dream
Though it all seems so real
With the laughter I hear and the touch I can feel? Far beyond the horizon
Where the fog disappears
You were mine dear Mary McKearThough my body is broken
And my spirit is weak
My soul is awoken
As I hear someone speak:
Welcome back my lover
Now your future lies here
Welcome back to Tirna Noir You were good, you were kind
You’ll have all that you earned
For the secrets you kept
And the lessons you learned
So I’ll take you with me
As your pain disappears
I’ll be yours, your Mary McKear For all who have lived through
A life of regret
Who have need to remember
But try to forget
There’s a place in the distance
Who’s future is clear
In the west, in Tirna Noir Were you there as a dream
Though it all seems so clear
With the laughter I hear and the touch I can feel?
I can cure all your sorrows
And heal all your fears
I’ll be yours, your Mary McKear
@SoidSnake
It's a black November
The ocean crushes towards the beach
A wrecked dream from a summer green land
But I still do remember beautiful Mary McKear
Far west in Tir n'a Noir
Were you dream? Were you made up? Were you skin? Were you blood?
I can hear you laugh, I can remember that I laughed!
Behind the horizon
So withered and smooth
Are you mine, My Mary McKear?
When my rusty body walkes the hills so tough
I can hear someone whispers behind the winters so young
*FEMALE SINGER*
Come back my friend, from what's real and what hurts
Come back again to Tir n'a Noir.
Come to skin, come to your mind that distance itself from all that is grey.
I will stroke your cheek and make your look become blue
Because behind the horizon
So withered and smooth
I am yours, Your Mary McKear
*END OF FEMALE SINGER*
*FLUTE SOLO*
*MALE SINGER*
When the evening comes and I walk onboard.
And my life boat gets lowered 6 feet below ground
I'll sail west towards the ocean to Mary McKear.
To that green Tir n'a Noir.
To dream, to cheek and a heaven of comfort
Where everything is sane and I hear your voice
*FEMALE SINGER*
"Horizons don't exist, All you touch must stay, I am yours, Your Mary McKear"
*FLUTE SOLO*
"Horizons don't exist, All you touch must stay, I am yours, Your Mary McKear"
*END OF FEMALE SINGER*
*FEMALE SINGER SINGS OPERA LIKE*
@claudiochaves1058
I'm from Brazil, and I really like this song.
@zx8794
日本からです。私はこの曲が大好きで何度も何度も繰り返し聴いています。私はCDも欲しいですが、日本では売っていません。私にも歌詞の言葉が全て分かればいいのにと思います。この曲を聴くと私は故郷に居るような気がして気持ちが落ち着きます。ありがとう❤
@Arctagon
日本に住んでいるノルウェー人です。来月一旦帰国するので、よかったらその間にCDを購入して日本に戻ったら郵送しましょうか。ただ、調べたらCDの値段は1500円ぐらいなので、それだけ報酬してくれるのであれば、問題ないです。
@candyparton6472
What a treasure, finding this song and such a great band! I listen to you quite a bit. And, Rita Eriksen is spectacular! Tusen Takk!🇳🇴🇳🇴🇳🇴
@atlejohanlvaas4498
Min datter Birte døde 40 år gammel for 5 år siden. Hun vokste opp i Kopervik og elsket Vamp. Hun ble begravet i Åsane gamle kirke. Bergens vakreste kvinnelige sopran sang Litle Fuggel av Vamp. Så vakkert.
@ann-cristinjoranger1454
Kondolerer ❤
@virdrae
My mother humming this song, made me love music. I am so grateful for this song.
@MrPeterRondel
Savner deg kjære Torunn......tusen takk for at du lærte meg denne sangen. Smask til himmelen.
@reidunmathisen9925
Tir,naNoirer en elsket sang.Min datter døde 43år gammel ,hun var veldig glad i VAMP.derfor fikk en lokal sanger synge denne vakre sangen i hennes bisettelse,Det var sterkt.
@ovehaugan187
+Reidun Mathisen Føler med deg den varmer hjerte