Orla Gartland (born 3 February 1995) is an Irish singer/songwriter from Dublin who gained popularity from posting cover songs on her YouTube account. At present, her YouTube channel has received over 11.5 million views in total.
Gartland describes her music as folk pop, most heavily influenced by Joni Mitchell,Regina Spektor and Imogen Heap. She frequently refers to herself as a "music makin' ginger nutcase."
In 2012 Gartland released her debut single 'Devil on my Shoulder' which entered the singer/ songwriter iTunes charts in Ireland.
On 11 November 2013, Gartland released a four-song EP Roots. On 24 November, the Irish Mirror featured Gartland in a full-page article and stated "last Tuesday on iTunes her debut EP, Roots, hit No1 in the main Irish albums chart, 15 in the main UK albums chart and No2 in the US singer/songwriter chart."
In an interview by Campus.ie, Gartland is quoted "I played violin, fiddle, and trad and Irish stuff from the age of about five years old...my parents got me into lessons and the guitar at about 12 years old and it went from there." She posted her first YouTube video at age 13 about which she stated "I had been playing guitar for just over a year and wailing alongside the chords. I hadn't a clue how to sing; the breathing or any of the technical stuff (still haven't the foggiest) – so just wanted some feedback on that really!"
Gartland is a village in the municipality of Grong in Nord-Trøndelag county, Norway. It is located on the northwestern side of the river Namsen about 8 kilometres (5.0 mi) north of the municipal center, Medjå. The village sits along the main European route E6 highway and the Nordlandsbanen railway line. Directly across the river are the farm areas of Elstad and Rosset. The main sources of income for residents of Gartland is agriculture, forestry, and salmon fishing during the summer. Gartland is a scarcely populated area of about fifteen farms. There is one store in the area which sells building materials.
In earlier days, the village of Gartland had a general store, post office, school, and Gløshaug Church (the old church in northern Harran). Now only the church is still in use, situated on a hill above Gartland. The river Namsen is known for excellent salmon fishing. In the 1800s and 1900s, several Englishmen (some of those were noblemen) owned houses along the river at Gartland, where they lived during their stay in Grong. One was Thomas Merthyr Guest, a man of considerable wealth. He bought two Gartland farms and in 1873 the old Gløshaug Church. Grong municipality wanted to tear down the old church and build a new church for Harran, but instead Mr. Guest restored it. The new Harran Church was put up at Fiskum in the village of Harran. Mr. Guest's widow sold the church in 1908 to a local farmer who in turn in 1910 gave the church to the municipality.
I'm gonna take you on a flight,
I'm not gonna take you out tonight
The last thing you need, is a night on the town.
You've got to settle down, settle down, settle down
You've got to settle down, settle down, settle down.
We're gonna go to unseen lands,
And I'm gonna take you with both hands
And tell you that it's the happiest that I've ever been
It's the happiest, happiest, happiest that I've ever seen.
And the days go on
And the days are so long
And the days go on
And the days are so long
My calendar pages are worn
And the pages are torn
I'm gonna take you to the sea
A bags of chips between you and me
And we're gonna watch the waves crash at our feet
And you'll say you're the weirdest person, you're the weirdest person
I will ever meet
I'm gonna make you close your eyes
And I'm gonna take you in disguise
Take you to a place where no one knows your name
No one knows, no one knows, no one knows
And you've got me to blame
And the days go on
And the days are so long
And the days go on
And the days are so long
My calendar pages are worn
And the pages are torn
And the days go on
And the days are so long
And the days go on
And the days are so long
My calendar pages are torn
And the pages are worn
My calendar pages are torn
And the pages are worn
We're gonna do nothing at all
And sit in the cloak room by the hall
And not say a word and drink cups of tea
But it's just you and me, you and me, you and me