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City Sisters - Dylan Walshe ©
Info regarding the record...

Recorded live in Nashville Tennessee using Jack White's Third Man Records Record Booth in Sept 2014, a refurbished 1947 Voice-o-Graph machine that records up to 2 minutes of audio and dispenses a one-of-a-kind 6" phonograph disc.

Doug Benson (record restorer) then used a 3.7 mil. conical round stylus that he had made for Edison Diamond Discs (made 1911-1929.) to record a file from the vinyl itself as the grooves on the vinyl are extremely shallow.

The song itself was written after a visit from the hospital chaplain while recovering from an accident in hospital in London. The chaplain herself was Irish & she had found me through the hospital log book, so she paid me a visit. I thought her sweet, but I also thought it odd that she had visited me alone because I was Irish. With mixed feelings, on top of thinking I might not be able to play an instrument again, I wrote this song, based on the conversation we had, in an A cappella style:

The Sister she said
Over my sick bed
'Don't we look after our own?'
I went to say
'I don't feel that way
Well, maybe when I'm far from Home...
Many move away
Forced to part
Got to stand alone
Many lose their way
Fall apart
Too ashamed to turn back home'
I hadn't the heart to tease her faith
I just couldn't say it straight
I had to hesitate...

City Sister's got the doc's sick list
City Sisters do the diaspora twist
Sayin' it's the good Lord you miss
& he's sent you on a heavenly kiss

The Sister she said
'You know you could be dead?
Don't we look after our own?
A little prayer would do
Someone said one for you
Make all your troubles be known
Were you chipping away
Losing heart
Worked down to the bone?
Or did you get away
For a new start
To be rid of your troubles & roam?'
The chaplaincy
Stood over me
I didn't cross the sea
For praise or pitty
Oh Sister, let me be...

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