Peeling Onions Volume I

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Peeling Onions Volume I is the first Album from a series of four that hally is releasing in 2017. The albums will be released quarterly and are part of his Peeling Onions project consisting of 52 songs and music videos, a song released every week for the entire year.

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released April 8, 2017

Recorded, mixed and mastered by hally at Arthouse Studio, County Kildare, Ireland.
Compositions & Lyrics by hally. "Time Stood Still" Music & Lyrics by Pietari Kaasinen & hally

Kevin Brady - Drums (tracks 1, 2, 4, 5, 9)
Ian Smith - Guitar (tracks 1, 2, 6, 8, 9)
Dave Redmond - Double Bass (tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8)
Will Dowling - Saxophones & Clarinets (tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8, 13)
Gary O’ Reilly - Backing Vocals (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6)
Saoirse Casey - Backing Vocals (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 9)
Graham Hopkins - Drums (track 3)
Mark Fletcher - Drums (track 11)
Charles Haynes - Drums (tracks 7, 8)
Sal Giorgianni - Alto Sax & Flute (track 3)
Pietari Kaasinen - Cello (tracks 9, 10)
The Real Quartet - Strings (tracks 1, 4, 10)
Pete Whitfield Ensemble - (tracks 4, 7, 9)
Gary Winters - Flugelhorn & Trumpet (tracks 5, 7, 11)
Jude McCarthy - Backing Vocals (track 1)
Mercedes Costantini - Backing Vocals (track 1)
Lorraine McCarthy - Backing Vocals (track 1)
Ken Fenlon - Reverse FX (track 1)
Saoirse Saviotti - Chatting (track 1)

Arrangements by hally
Produced by hally
Coordinated & brought into reality by Cecilia Saviotti
(P) 2017 hallymusic - (C) 2017 hallymusic - Cat. no. h002
All Rights Reserved

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Hally is an independent musician, songwriter and producer from Ireland. 2017 sees the launch of his project “Peeling Onions” consisting of 52 pieces of music, one song released every week for a year. Hally is an experimental indie singer-songwriter with jazz undertones, he invokes musical composition, visual art and the written word to realize his creations. ... more

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Track Name: Beachball
Someone, wake me up
I’m wallowing
Don’t give up
Free fall forever
Don’t be afraid
It’s boring to see
I’ve got a conscience...

Up down, you throw me around
I’m a Beachball
Caught in a handstand, I’m in free fall
I wish I was secretly cynical

You must fly and I must write, its summertime
You're always in the music
What a way you get away, you run away
You know know you’ll never lose it
Fly by me anytime
Where nobody knows you
Nobody cares
Everyone's perfect in so many ways
Well get by
You know we'll get by...

Up down, you throw me around
I’m a Beachball
Caught in a handstand, a free fall
I wish I was secretly cynical...
Sometimes i get the feeling
They're all blind
They can’t hear a thing, its an earache
I wish I was secretly cynical...


Up down, you throw me around
I’m a Beachball
Caught in a handstand, a free fall
I wish I was secretly cynical
I’m secretly cynical
But I’m hoping to change.
Track Name: Sleeping on Trains (Part 1)
Sleeping on trains, I'd slip away
This place in time, my last resolve
The no. 6 is really quick
I'd ride all night.

Sleeping on trains with a guitar case
I dream of you and a cheap fare
The village awoke @ 6 am
From the last orders of yesterday

Sleeping on Trains as the morning shakes
My eye’s wide all night from the cracked streets and the crippled doors
And who speaks but that little man with no legs and bitten hands
He cares for a dram
and a little peep

Sleeping on trains while the whole carriage are on time
The next light, the last stop
The Village yawned from conditioned air
On the east side of the wrong track
To the low end
I must yield
Track Name: Home
My love came home today
My love said she would stay in my heart

My love came home today
My love said she would stay...
Track Name: Bag of Secrets
Bag of Secrets

I left it down today
the bag of secrets
the trail of lies
I left them down today
and cried throughout the tale
so as to wake tomorrow
different from today.

I left them out today
the skeletons
and the shaken bones
never to compress, henceforth
the difficulties of life
And the cumbersome toyl
I let them out today
to run free
gonna face tomorrow
with an empty
so as to wake tomorrow
with an empty head...

I let them out to run free
I let them out because they were killing me out
The room changed
Colours revealed
The unveiling of mystery
So I let them out to run free
I let them out because they were killing me.
Track Name: Gave It All To Me
She was the writing on the wall
She was the key to every door
She was the hand to hold me up
She was the why in every question


She gave me the space to find what I found
She was the room that heard every sound
She was the truth in a head full of lies
She summoned her love and gave it all to me

It’s not easy loving me, it’s not easy
Even I find it hard, so hard

But you summon your love and give it all to me
Track Name: If I Lose This
If I lose this I’ll peel off my skin
Squeeze out my blood, lock myself in
For the time will come to relieve myself
Of all that I am and all I’ve become

I am always wrong

If I ever need it I’ll tear off my limbs
Rip out my lung seal off my lips
For the time will to relieve myself
Of all that I love and all I’ve become

I always wrong

Even when it’s raining truth
I am always wrong...
Track Name: Streams
The threshold between the terrene and the sky above, the prevailing phenomena, a simple perceived reality, the landscapes of fairyland, a scientific discovery into the unknown, that lost world where nature is alive with little spirits, the temperature of fear, dilation,nausea and the subsequent frantic dancing. Scenery for the future, a special perception, electrical external stimuli, hypnotic peaks and troughs, poisoning and a bad liver, a big nose and cheeky cheeks, the static in a car door, my brain turned down and a weight upon my head, it's time for timelessness, secondless, momentmentless, torn between my two selves, without focus, the air alive, changing shapes and greying hairs, everyday it changes, fussy, hated and stubborn... Transparent points of vision moving at rhythmic intervals and the music looks like colors splashed against a dividing wall with the low thud of four on the floor sneaking thru the cracks in the cement, the cinder blocks crumble like stale bread lost in the bottom of an unused cupboard... A song bird, interpret her song, size, distortion, analytical, delay, pre mushroom fear, post mushroom fuzz, wielding lifelong images to taunt and haunt, the screaming nationalist in a monkey suit, a layer in between them and me, as thin as ribbon, as strong as Conor.
Track Name: Beautiful Star
You are my beautiful star
Combing the skies
You light up my life
Everyday my beautiful star
Enters the world to see how she can help

There is a star for everyone
Look how my star has come...

Let her shine, this beautiful star
Track Name: Time Stood Still
Time Stood Still that day
as the car pulled away
eating off china plates
licking our silverware...

They offered me everything,
always in strange ways
he won’t see the lake again,
don’t call me to early

Time got away that day
they lifted you from your wake
they covered it over you
and i thought you moved

The rain was the only chance
the sun was a fleeting glance
the ground was a softened mess
and i was immune

So bring back the golden years
can you stand with your uncles
I can’t feel the hand shakes
I’m just one in a line

Time Stood Still that day
as the car pulled away
eating off china plates
licking our silverware...
Track Name: Wrapped Myself In Folded Arms
Between the light and the faded sky
There is flesh and people's lives
Pressed down and bleached out
By the silver spoon and the barcoded moon.

Might this be a trillion souls
of frailty and ruptured cure
Embossed by layers of vanity
and never ever knowing why

The endless reams of duplication
The replica’s on every station
Bring into view
the truth between the foes

So I wrap myself in folded arms
I stretch my legs and cross my heart
I raise my glass
I’m never ever ever leaving here...

The Everest is too far and too high
I can’t breed in the fumbled air
Roll back from the steaming edge
Truant, squeezed and old school

And the shapes provided were unclear
Stiff corners and parallel planes
Gestapo waves of concrete screens
Splayed walls in sunflower fields

So I wrap myself in folded arms
I stretch my legs and cross my heart
I raise my glass
I’m never ever leaving here...