Paul Mounsey (born 15 April 1959) is a composer, arranger and producer from Scotland.
He lived for over 20 years in Brazil. A graduate of Trinity College, London, where he studied with Richard Arnell, he has written for film, television, theatre, advertising and also for the Latin American pop market. He lectured for a short while at Goldsmiths College before moving on as creative director of Play It Again, one of the biggest commercial music houses in Brazil. He has also written articles on various aspects of music. He’s written pop hits for Mexican boy bands, has received commissions for chamber and multimedia works, has lived with and recorded the music of indigenous communities in the Amazon rainforest, and to date has released five solo albums. Paul's music has featured in the television and cinema adverts for tourism boards such as VisitScotland. He is currently based in Los Angeles working as composer, orchestrator and programmer in the film industry.
To date, Paul Mounsey has released 5 solo albums:
My Faithful Fond OneMy fair and rare one, My faithful fond one, My faithful fair, Wilt not come to me, On bed of pain here, Who remain here, With weary longing for a sight of thee If wings were mine now, To skim the brine how, And like a seagull, To float me free, To Islay's shore now, They bear me o'er now, Where dwells the maiden that is dear to me My fair and rare one, My faithful fond one, My faithful fair, Wilt not come to me, On bed of pain here, Who remain here, With weary longing for a sight of thee
Like a wave of the sea...
Like a wave of the sea,
Like a wave of the sea,
Like a wave of the sea from flood to ebb,
Like a wave of the sea from ebb to flood,
Like a wave of the sea,
You are whiter than the swan on the swampy lake,
You are whiter than the seagull of the stream,
You are whiter than the snow on the lofty peaks,
You are whiter than the angels of heaven,
You are the lovely red rowan that calmes the wrath,
That calmes the wrath and anger of all men,
Like a wave of the sea from flood to ebb,
Like a wave of the sea from ebb to flood,
You are whiter than the swan on the swampy lake,
You are whiter than the seagull of the stream,
You are whiter than the snow on the lofty peaks,
You are whiter than the angels of heaven,
You are the lovely red rowan that calmes the wrath,
That calmes the wrath and anger of all men,
Like a wave of the sea from flood to ebb,
I Will GoI will go, I will go,When the fighting is over,To the land of McCleod,I will goSo here I am again,Beneath the troubled sky,Just waiting for the moment,When I'll have to do or die,I will go, I will go,When the fighting is over,To the land of McCleod,That I left to be a soldier,I will go, I will go,Land of my people, Land of my love,Although others may say its a dreary land,The sun has never shone on a place half so lovely,And though it is tree-less,There are heather and rushes And the dark green bent grass of the fields there,Growing in traces, side by side,I will go, I will go,When the fighting is over,To the land of McCleod,That I left to be a soldier,etcSo here I am again,Beneath the troubled sky,Just waiting for the moment,When I'll have to do or die,The sands of Kuwait can fill you,With loneliness and fear,Surely someone somewhere must beWondering why I'm here,31 seconds and we're gone for Auto-Sequence Start31 seconds and we're gone for Auto-Sequence StartI will go, I will go,When the fighting is over,To the land of McCleod,That I left to be a soldier,I will go, I will go,Land of my people, Land of my love,Although others may say its a dreary land,The sun has never shone on a place half so lovely,And though it is tree-less,There are heather and rushes And the dark green bent grass of the fields there,Growing in traces, side by side,
IllusionHey Mandu.. Hey Mandu.. Hey Mandu.. I, Coccooned in wrinkled winter's body, Let these russets go from the gnarled mind, Reluctantly, From the black twigs of thought, Bare now, And sunless in the frosted brain,Laughter has died, Gone from the heart's rivers, The shores of flesh, And damp leaves and words lie clasped together, Our seasons mingling, As they meet. Hey Mandu.. Hey Mandu.. Hey Mandu.. You,With your glance and green voice of summer,Your shot-silken, sunlight-shafted tones, Turn in your hand, The white, bound and ribbed leaves, Your face, Strangely like dappled water, Smiles, Incongruous as red Christmas Roses, So vulnerable you are, Encased in your fragile shell,Poised between fables, And your years. Hey Mandu.. Hey Mandu.. Hey Mandu..
I am a roving journeyman, I roam from town to town,
And whenever I get a job of work I'm willing to sit down,
My kit's all on my shoulder and my graftin' tool in hand,
And around the country I will go, a roving journeyman.
Whenever I come tae Glasgow toon the lassies jump for joy,
Says one unto the other "well, here comes a rovin' boy",
Some treat me to a bottle and the others to a dram,
And the toast goes round the table "Health unto the Journeyman!"
I haedne' been in Glasgow toon a week but barely three,
Before the Provost's daughter went and fell in love wi' me,
She asked me for to dine wi' her and took me by the hand,
And she proudly told her mother that she loved the journeyman
"Ach, away ye go ye silly maid, I'll hear ye speak no more!,
How can ye love a journeymand ye've never seen before?"
"Mother, sweet, I do intreat, I love him all I can,
And around the country I will go tae see my journeyman"
Wi' yer linten addie, toorin' addie linten addie
Tooral linten addie tooral linten addie aye
Pots and pans and helping hands will see you through the day
Linten addie tooral ooral, ooral addie aye
Gi' yer penny to the journeyman to help him on his way.
Ye'll need nae mair tae trudge on foot ye'll hae a horse and pair,
My wealth, with thee, and poverty, contented I will share,
So overflow the flowing bowl and drain it if you can,
Toast the Provost's daughter and the roving journeyman.
I am a roving journeyman, I roam from town to town,
And whenever I get a job of work I'm willing to sit down,
My kit's all on my shoulder and my grafting tool in hand,
Around the country I will go, a roving journeyman.
Wi' yer linten addie, toorin' addie linten addie
Tooral linten addie tooral linten addie aye
Pots and pans and helping hands will see you through the day
Linten addie tooral ooral, ooral addie aye
Gi' yer penny to the journeyman to help him on his way.
I've been a wild rover for many a year,
And I spend all my money on Whiskey and Beer,
But now I'm returning with gold in great store,
And I swear I will play the wild rover no more.
I am a roving journeyman, I roam from town to town,
And whenever I get a job of work I'm willing to sit down,
My kit's all on my shoulder and my grafting tool in hand,
And around the country I will go, a roving journeyman.
Roving journeyman, roving journeyman.
Roving journeyman, roving journeyman.
I took from my pocket a handful of gold,
And on the round table it glittered and rolled,
I asked her for Whiskey and Beer of the best,
What I told you before, it was only a jest!
My Faithful Fond OneMy fair and rare one, My faithful fond one, My faithful fair, Wilt not come to me, On bed of pain here, Who remain here, With weary longing for a sight of thee If wings were mine now, To skim the brine how, And like a seagull, To float me free, To Islay's shore now, They bear me o'er now, Where dwells the maiden that is dear to me My fair and rare one, My faithful fond one, My faithful fair, Wilt not come to me, On bed of pain here, Who remain here, With weary longing for a sight of thee
Passing Away Gaelic (sung) Mo chùl ri d’ chùl gun dùil ri tilleadh,Mo bheul ri d’ bheul ‘s na deòir a’ sileadh.Spoken English: Our Literature is beautiful, Our history is as good as any history in Europe, And, it makes a person sad when, you see it all passing away... And there's nothing one can do to stop it. Gaelic's on the decline, Gaelic's on the decline. English Translation...My back to your back and no hope of return, My face to your face and tears flowing.
Gaelic (sung)Mu thimchioll fòs Ierusaleim, dhòirt iad am fuil mar uisg’.Tha do rioghachd làn do ghlòir, is móralachd faraon innt’, ‘S math dha’n fheadhainn bhios ri ‘g òl a cuaintean mór do ghaol-sa, Bidh compàirt ac’ ann am Pàras ‘s cha bhi sgàil air aodann.Spoken English: First the Romans came across, They were savages in the south of England, And they educated them. They came as far up here as Perth But I'm damned if they could conquer the boys up here! Never, never, never Psalm & Solo Spoken English: I think the Bards keep the language going, And the day they go, goes our language, goes our heritage, Goes our identity, our identity, our identity.. The ruination of the Highlands. English Translation Their blood have they shed like water round about Jerusalem. (Psalm 79)Thy Kingdom is full of glory and majesty; Happy are those who drink from the great ocean of Thy love; They will have a share in Paradise, where no face will be shadowed.
Crofter in the isle of Skye..
It was twenty years ago,
Just before the fateful day
When I had to leave my home, my family,
I set off down the Brae,
And so I came out here to the Americas,
Determined to make my stand -
But I'll tell you,
Things didn't turn out the way I'd planned,
I'm a Stranger in a Strange Land
Stranger in a Strange Land
Stranger in a Strange Land
Stranger in a Strange Land
I'm a Stranger in a Strange Land
Portuguese section....!
Stranger in a Strange Land
Yeah, I'm a Stranger in a Strange Land
Stranger in a Strange Land
I'm a Stranger in a Strange Land etc
Though I'm many, many miles from my home,
I can see the snow-capped mountains of Skye,
As a dream it all appears,
Gaelic....sung
Hey Mandu...
Listen..
Tomorrow Morning, experience a new high.
Gaelic....sung
Hey Mandu...
Alba, Alba Alba, Alba
Look at his face... x 3
Look at his face... x 3
Alba, Alba Alba, Alba
Gaelic....sung
Listen. Listen. Listen.
I hear the waves going through my mind
We live in a sick and dying empire
I hear the waves going through my soul
We live in a sick and dying empire, that's desperately clutching at its symbols
I hear the waves going through my mind
We live in a sick and dying empire
I hear the waves going through my...
Alba, Hey Mandu, Hey hey Mandu
Alba, Hey Mandu, Hey hey Mandu
Alba.
We live in a sick and dying empire, that's desperately clutching at its symbols Alba, Alba, Hey Mandu, Hey hey Mandu
Alba, Hey Mandu, Hey hey Mandu
Alba, Hey Mandu, Hey hey Mandu