Fun song in Dutch by Simon Oak to the tune of The Mason’s Apron. The inspiration came from a sad and bizarre news item about a sperm donor who reportedly carried a rare cancer gene. Lyrics Mijn spermadonorvader is de drager van een gen Waardoor…
Anti-war song in Dutch by Simon Oak to the famous melody of Jaques Brel’s Ne Me Quitte Pas (1959). Lyrics Stopt het ooit een keer? Schei toch uit meneer! Dit wil niemand meer, zeg niet keer op keer Dat niet jij begon, maar dat zij…
Simon Oak’s protest song in Dutch to address Joost Klein’s cruel choice not to boycott the Eurovision 2024 and join a song contest with people who cheerfully represent a country that’s in the middle of committing a genocide. When asked why, Joost called himself a…
To understand a bit of Ireland’s stance on Palestine, read this from 1867 Fenian Rising (as found while documenting the song Down By The Glenside written by Peadar Kearney in 1916). It has always been about Human Rights: The Irish People of the World We…
This is by far the scariest video I’ve ever made. Wait for it.
Ballad by Simon Oak about the emigration of an Irish family from Wexford to Texas in 1834. Before Elizabeth left Ireland, she lost three of her six daughters in one week to the whooping cough. The story is based on Rosalie Priour/Hart’s biography, her only…
The second of two songs in Dutch by Simon Oak to the old Irish melody of The Little Beggarman. The indented lyrics sit on the B part of the tune. The first one is Mijn Fiets is Kapot. Lyrics 1. Ik ben een ouwe bollenboer,…
Ballad by Simon Oak to remember the 2023 edition of the Traditional Singing Weekend in Inishowen. The stone is real and still on his desk in Holland. Lyrics There you are, just a stone Are you waiting for some company? On the sand, all alone…
A short song by Simon Oak about too much faith to the tune of The Mason’s Apron. Lyrics 1. Some say that doubt is the Devil if you have to drive a car Doubt is the Devil for the one behind the bar Doubt is…
Protest song against Israel’s genocide in Gaza. Lyrics I wished the drones above my head were song birds Singing at the dawn to start the day I miss the shadows of our lofty palm trees Everything is rubble now and grey I wished my lovely…