Nov 29, 2008 15:25
"Fog on the Tyne" by Lindisfarne. I did actually say this out loud just now, after the first cowbell sounded, so once again we learn that it's a good thing that I live alone. Also, what on earth does this mean: "A crooked coffin maker's just an undertaker who undertakes to be your friend"? I have no idea, but I kind of like it. :) (If that's even what's being said--I'm forever mishearing lyrics and trying to puzzle out the narrative behind them, when I've gotten them completely wrong.)
I'm going through some CDs I haven't listened to in a while, and one of them is this anthology of British songs I found in college, at the used CD store, just as I was first discovering Fairport Convention and Steeleye Span. (It's called Troubadours of British Folk, vol. 3: Folk into Rock.) I'd almost forgotten I owned this CD, actually, since I went out and bought the actual CDs that contained the songs I liked best, or at least wound up buying a *different* compilation that I listened to more often, since I couldn't always find the original albums for sale.
In related news, it is impossible to be in a bad mood while listening to "All Around My Hat" by Steeleye Span. It just is. Oh, the many times I forced my college roommates to listen to this song... It's amazing that they're still my friends.
balladry,
contents of my brain,
music,
nostalgia