More Folk/Celtic Music....and a Poem
I must share my music with you! Muahahahaha!
My absolute favorite Celtic band ever is Old Blind Dogs. Their sound is very celtic, lots of fiddle and flute and thick Scottish accents (they are from Edinborough). Their percussion section, however, is much more "world". (That's the most useless genre description ever, but I don't know exactly which cultures' tribal drums they use). My absolute favorite song of theirs is a dark ballad called the Cruel Sister. I'll include a Youtube video. The melody and the story are haunting.
This song is also dark, but a lot more uptempo with cool percussive elements. It's about faeries and magic and all sorts of cool things. My favorite line: My pack the long knife carries/To cut mince pies from children's thighs/With which to feed the fairies. It's so dark and magical and creepy. :)
Other highlights include:
A upbeat tale of accidental mishaps (with great instrumentals): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-6bOvZbVYs&feature=PlayList&p=AF2C95A04C622B21&index=6
An uptempo song about syphilis: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iiJMgUlIR8
They have lots of great instrumental songs as well that haven't made it onto Youtube. But there's a sampling if anyone is interested.
I haven't written poetry (or anything artful for pleasure) in at least a few years, but I just feel inspired tonight! I was going to ask for opinions, but I'm thinking I'll take a page out of SJ (Sooj?)'s book and say that if you don't like what I wrote, well, keep it to yourself 'cause I don't really care at this point. I'm just glad I'm writing again!
(To-be-titled) Poem/Song? (I can't compose melodies, but like to write pretend song lyrics...):
From the time she was molded, she carried a token
A seed clutched to her heart
So young, she dreamed of willows and oaks
But with simplicity, she'd not part
[Chorus?]
The girl with the stormy eyes is seeking
Freedom from her alibi
A soul with which to fly
Seeking, seeking, seeking
While she flew with fragile bird bones
She kept her love closed tight in her hand
Until her wings tired of solitude
And yearned for a branch on which to land
She wandered 'tween rock and shore
Looking for someplace to grow
All she found inside the sea
Was the doubt that hid below
Then, at last, she entered a glen
Aching surrender from her guise
There she found some rich brown soil
And she buried the seed in his eyes
Her gaze lent the rain
And his gaze lent the dust
A sapling grew from that spot
Curling up from their trust
Though they shielded the gift from gales
The seedling bowed under callous remark
And the girl found old scars on her body
Matched those formed on the tree's bark
When an icy frost sunk into its core
The redwood writhed in pain and neglect
The girl felt her skin likewise burn
And cursed the hale union's architect
But still the girl fed the tree
While its shade rested on her breast
And its roots ran deep in her hands
Her sanctuary in soft moss manifest'
She still lives within this haven of life
Redwood acting as perch to take wing
Concentric circles inside her flesh
Moving her to name cares for forsaking
She knows not how long this may be
Or how high the lively trunk will rise
Her hollow bones lead her to question
When his gentle earth may crystallize
Yet her quenching storms do not cease
And she has parlayed her life in this wood
This timid piece of her, she must defy
For rapture with him cannot be withstood
**da ha**
My absolute favorite Celtic band ever is Old Blind Dogs. Their sound is very celtic, lots of fiddle and flute and thick Scottish accents (they are from Edinborough). Their percussion section, however, is much more "world". (That's the most useless genre description ever, but I don't know exactly which cultures' tribal drums they use). My absolute favorite song of theirs is a dark ballad called the Cruel Sister. I'll include a Youtube video. The melody and the story are haunting.
Click to viewThis song is also dark, but a lot more uptempo with cool percussive elements. It's about faeries and magic and all sorts of cool things. My favorite line: My pack the long knife carries/To cut mince pies from children's thighs/With which to feed the fairies. It's so dark and magical and creepy. :)
Other highlights include:
A upbeat tale of accidental mishaps (with great instrumentals): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-6bOvZbVYs&feature=PlayList&p=AF2C95A04C622B21&index=6
An uptempo song about syphilis: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iiJMgUlIR8
They have lots of great instrumental songs as well that haven't made it onto Youtube. But there's a sampling if anyone is interested.
I haven't written poetry (or anything artful for pleasure) in at least a few years, but I just feel inspired tonight! I was going to ask for opinions, but I'm thinking I'll take a page out of SJ (Sooj?)'s book and say that if you don't like what I wrote, well, keep it to yourself 'cause I don't really care at this point. I'm just glad I'm writing again!
(To-be-titled) Poem/Song? (I can't compose melodies, but like to write pretend song lyrics...):
From the time she was molded, she carried a token
A seed clutched to her heart
So young, she dreamed of willows and oaks
But with simplicity, she'd not part
[Chorus?]
The girl with the stormy eyes is seeking
Freedom from her alibi
A soul with which to fly
Seeking, seeking, seeking
While she flew with fragile bird bones
She kept her love closed tight in her hand
Until her wings tired of solitude
And yearned for a branch on which to land
She wandered 'tween rock and shore
Looking for someplace to grow
All she found inside the sea
Was the doubt that hid below
Then, at last, she entered a glen
Aching surrender from her guise
There she found some rich brown soil
And she buried the seed in his eyes
Her gaze lent the rain
And his gaze lent the dust
A sapling grew from that spot
Curling up from their trust
Though they shielded the gift from gales
The seedling bowed under callous remark
And the girl found old scars on her body
Matched those formed on the tree's bark
When an icy frost sunk into its core
The redwood writhed in pain and neglect
The girl felt her skin likewise burn
And cursed the hale union's architect
But still the girl fed the tree
While its shade rested on her breast
And its roots ran deep in her hands
Her sanctuary in soft moss manifest'
She still lives within this haven of life
Redwood acting as perch to take wing
Concentric circles inside her flesh
Moving her to name cares for forsaking
She knows not how long this may be
Or how high the lively trunk will rise
Her hollow bones lead her to question
When his gentle earth may crystallize
Yet her quenching storms do not cease
And she has parlayed her life in this wood
This timid piece of her, she must defy
For rapture with him cannot be withstood
**da ha**