the book-playlist

Sep 03, 2009 17:46

One of my net-friends asked recently what my playlist was. Now I am not very musically talented. And I have to have quiet to focus when I write. But then, when I stop (and I have to have written 200 words to do that) I listen to a track, clear my mind out and play exactly one game of free-cell (I refuse to put any other game on my computer. I am easily distracted). As someone who never learned not to make inappropriate jokes... I tend toward bleak music with powerful lyrics that set my mind travelling hopefully down the right paths for the book. Admittedly, it is also shaped by where I am right now in my life. And no, I won't download music I haven't paid for (I resent very much that musos get a pittance of that, but they DO need something. Point me at a place where I can download directly skipping the parasites and vultures and I'm keen) and the last while every cent spare has gone into the move-to-Tas (so no new music for a while).

my current book play-list -I've included lines I love - at least the way I hear them ;-)

Caravans - Mike Batt (sung by Barbara Dickson) "The early light is breaking, the morning sun is waking in the sky, and I think I'm going to break away, and follow where the birds of freedom fly"
Black Muddy River - Norma Waterson "I will walk alone by the black muddy river, and find me a dream of my own"
Outside the wall - Norma Waterson "God know's why, every brave man's a fool."
The Ride to Agadir - Mike Batt "for the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons"
Day in a Boat - Runrig "I could see the other world was here, can you hear it now, we're just on the brink... "
Dance called America - Runrig "The landlords keep the peasant triumph to the sacrifice of fools..."
Stormwatch - Jethro Tull "and the white sea snaps at the heels of a soft prayer, whispered..."
The city of Chicago, Christy Moore "In the city of Chicago, there are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal"...
Fields of Eden - Magna Carta "I was born in the northlands of England, where the hills of my horizon were riding shotgun in the rain, blowing cold down the green fields of Eden."
The Partisan (Leonard Cohen) "Ah the wind, the wind is blowing, through the graves the wind is blowing, Freedom soon will come.
Heats of Olden Glory, Runrig. "There's thunderclouds around the hometown bay... There must be a place, under the sun, where hearts of olden glory did glory and grow young...
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