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    sakinaEG
    19.09.2007, 06:38
    Loreena McKennitt - The Visit


    This album includes, "[e]xpanding on earlier Celtic influences in an inventive and contemporary light ... a haunting version of Greensleeves, a musical setting of Tennyson's The Lady of Shalott, and original work ...".
    Loreena writes in the CD booklet:
    I have long considered the creative impulse to be a visit - a thing of grace, not commanded or owned so much as awaited, prepared for. A thing, also, of mystery. "Who is this, and what is here?" wonder Arthur's knights at the sight of the Lady of Shalott. This recording explores some of that mystery.
    It looks as well into the earlier eastern influences of the Celts, the likelihood that they started from as far away as India before being driven to the western margins of Europe in the British Isles. With their musical influences came rituals around birth and death which treated the land as holy and haunted; this life itself as a visit. Afterwards, one's Soul might move to another plane, or another from - perhaps a tree. The Celts knew then, as we are re-learning now, a deep respect for all the life around them. This recording aspires to be nothing so much as a reflection into the weave of these things.

    Contents

    1. ALL SoulS NIGHT -- including a photo
    Music and Lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
    2. BONNY PORTMORE
    Music and Lyrics Traditional
    3. BETWEEN The Shadows
    Music by Loreena McKennitt
    4. THE LADY OF SHALOTT -- including two photos
    Music by Loreena McKennitt
    Lyrics by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1843)
    5. GREENSLEEVES
    Music Traditional
    Lyrics by King Henry VIII
    6. TANGO TO EVORA
    Music by Loreena McKennitt
    7. COURTYARD LULLABY
    Music and Lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
    8. THE OLD WAYS
    Music and Lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
    9. CYMBELINE
    Music by Loreena McKennitt
    Lyrics by William Shakespeare (c. 1609)

    Note: numbers 3 and 6 are instrumental


    Loreena McKennitt All Souls Night Lyrics

    Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
    Figures Dance around and around
    To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
    Moving to the pagan sound.

    Somewhere in a hidden memory
    Images float before my eyes
    Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
    And dancing till the next sunrise.

    CHORUS
    I can see lights in the distance
    Trembling in the dark cloak of night
    Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
    A waltz on All Souls Night.

    Figures of cornstalks bend in The Shadows
    Held up tall as the flames leap high
    The green knight holds the holly bush
    To mark where the old year passes by.

    CHORUS
    Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
    Figures Dance around and around
    To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
    And moving to the pagan sound.

    Standing on the bridge that crosses
    The river that goes out to the sea
    The wind is full of a thousand voices
    They pass by the bridge and me.


    Loreena McKennitt - Bonny Portmore

    O Bonny Portmore I am sorry to see
    Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree
    For it stood on your shore for many's the long day
    Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
    O Bonny Portmore you shine where you stand
    And the more I think on you the more I think long
    If I had you now as I had once before
    All the Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
    All the Birds in the forest they bitterly weep
    Saying "where shall we shelter or where shall we sleep?"
    For the Oak and the Ash they all cutten down
    And the walls of Bonny Portmore are all down to the ground.
    O Bonny Portmore you shine where you stand
    And the more I think on you the more I think long
    If I had you now as I had once before
    All the Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
    ________________________________________



    Loreena McKennitt - The Lady of Shalott

    On either side the river lie
    Long Fields of barley and of rye,
    That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
    And trho' the field the road run by
    To many-towered Camelot;
    And up and down the people go,
    Gazing where the lilies blow
    Round an island there below,
    The island of Shalott.
    Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
    Little breezes disk and shiver
    Thro' the wave that runs for ever
    By the island in the river
    Flowing down to Camelot.
    Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
    Overlook a space of flowers,
    And the silent isle imbowers
    The Lady of Shalott
    Only reapers, reaping early,
    In among the beared barley
    Hear a song that echoes cheerly
    From the river winding clearly,
    Down to tower'd Camelot;
    And by the moon the reaper weary,
    Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
    Listing, whispers "'tis the fairy
    The Lady of Shalott."
    There she weaves by night and day
    A magic web with colours gay.
    She has heard a whisper say,
    A curse is on her if she stay
    To look down to Camelot.
    She knows not what the curse may be,
    And so she weaveth steadily,
    And little other care hath she,
    The Lady of Shalott.
    And moving through a mirror clear
    That hangs before her all the year,
    Shadows of the world appear.
    There she sees the highway near
    Winding down to Camelot;
    And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
    The Knights come riding two and two.
    She hath no loyal Knight and true,
    The Lady of Shalott.
    But in her web she still delights
    To weave the mirror's magic sights,
    For often thro' the silent nights
    A funeral, with plumes and with lights
    And music, went to Camelot;
    Or when the Moon was overhead,
    Came two young lovers lately wed.
    "I am, half sick of shadow," she said,
    The Lady of Shalott.
    A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
    He rode between the barley sheaves,
    The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
    And flamed upon the brazen greaves,
    Of bold Sir Lancelot.
    A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
    To a lady in his shield,
    That sparkled on the yellow field,
    Beside remote Shalott.
    His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
    On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
    From underneath his helmet flow'd
    His coal-black curls as on he rode,
    As he rode down to Camelot.
    And from the bank and from the river
    He flashed into the crystal mirror,
    "Tirra lirra," by the river
    Sang Sir Lancelot.
    She left the web, she left the loom,
    She made three paces thro' the room,
    She saw the water-lily bloom,
    She saw the helmet and the plume,
    She look'd down to Camelot.
    Out flew the web and floated wide;
    The mirror crack'd from side to side;
    "The curse is come upon me," cried -- photo
    The Lady of Shalott.
    In the stormy east-wind straining,
    The pale yellow woods were waning,
    The broad stream in his banks complaining.
    Heavily the low sky raining
    Over tower'd Camelot; -- photo
    Down she cam and found a boat
    Beneath a willow left afloat,
    And round the prow she wrote
    The Lady of Shalott.
    Down the river's dim expanse
    Like some bold seer in a trance,
    Seeing all his own mischance -
    With a glassy countenance
    She looked to Camelot.
    And at the closing of the day
    She loosed the chain, and shown she lay;
    The broad stream bore her far away,
    The Lady of Shalott.
    Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
    Chanted loudly, chanted slowly,
    Till her blood was frozen slowly,
    And her eyes were darkened wholly,
    Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
    For ere she reach'd upon the tide
    The first house by the water-side,
    Singing in her song she died,
    The Lady of Shalott.
    Under tower and balcony,
    By garden-wall and gallery,
    A gleaming shape she floated by,
    Dead-pale between the houses high,
    Silent into Camelot.
    And out upon the wharfs they came,
    Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
    And round the prow they read her name,
    The Lady of Shalott.
    Who is this? And what is here?
    And in the lighted palace near
    Died the sound of royal cheer;
    They crossed themselves for fear,
    The Knights at Camelot;
    But Lancelot mused a little space
    He said, "she has a lovely face;
    God in his mercy lend her grace,
    The Lady of Shalott

    But who hath seen her wave her hand?
    Or at the casement seen her stand?
    Or is she known in all the land,
    The Lady of Shalott?
    ________________________________________

    Loreena McKennitt - Greensleeves

    Alas my love you do me wrong
    To cast me off discourteously;
    And I have loved you oh so long
    Delighting in your company.
    Greensleeves was my delight,
    Greensleeves my heart of gold
    Greensleeves was my heart of joy
    And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
    I have been ready at your hand
    To grant Whatever thou would'st crave;
    I have waged both life and land
    Your love and goodwill for to have.
    Greensleeves was my delight,
    Greensleeves was my heart of gold
    Greensleeves was my heart of joy
    And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
    Thy petticoat of sendle white
    With gold embroidered gorgeously;
    Thy petticoat of Silk and white
    And these I bought thee gladly.
    Greensleeves was my delight,
    Greensleeves my heart of gold
    Greensleeves was my heart of joy
    And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
    ________________________________________

    Loreena McKennitt - Courtyard lullaby

    Wherein the deep night sky
    The stars lie in its embrace
    The courtyard still in its sleep
    Peace comes over your face
    "Come with me" it sings
    "Hear the pulse of the land
    The Ocean's rhythms pull
    To hold your heart in its hand"
    When the wind draws strong
    Across the cypress trees
    The Nightbirds cease their songs
    So gathers memories
    Last night you spoke of a dream
    Where forests strechted to the east
    And each bird sang its song
    A Unicorn joined in a feast
    And in a corner stood
    A pomegranate tree
    With wild flowers there
    No mortal eye could see
    Yet still some mystery befalls
    Sure as the cock crows at morn
    The world in stillness keeps
    The secret babes to be born
    "Come with me my love
    Hear the pulse of the land
    The Ocean's rhythms pull
    To hold your heart in its hand"
    I heard an old voice say
    "Don't go far from the land
    The seasons have their way
    No mortal can understand"
    ________________________________________

    Loreena McKennitt - The old ways

    The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
    The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
    On a dark new year's night
    On the west coast of Clare
    I hear your voice singing
    Your eyes Danced the song
    Your hands played the tune
    T'was a vision before me.
    We left the music behind and the Dance carried on
    As we stole away to the seashore
    We smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
    With sadness you paused.
    Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go
    Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so
    Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
    And I wondered why.
    As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea
    A vision came o'er me
    Of thundering hooves and beating wings
    In clouds above.
    As you turned to go I heard you call my name.
    You were like a bird in a cage, spreading its
    Wings to fly
    "The old ways are lost" you sang as you flew
    And I wondered why.
    The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
    The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
    The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
    The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
    The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you
    The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
    ________________________________________

    Loreena McKennitt - Cymbeline

    Fear no more the heat o' th' sun
    Nor the furious winters' rages;
    Thou thy worldly task hast done,
    Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages.
    Golden lads and girls all must,
    As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
    The sceptre, learning, physic, must
    All follow this and come to dust.
    Fear no more the frown o' th' great;
    Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.
    Care no more to clothe and eat;
    To thee the reed is as the oak.
    The sceptre, learning, physic, must
    All follow this and come to dust.
    All lovers young, all lovers must
    Consign to thee and come to dust.
    Fear no more the lightning flash,
    Nor th' all-dreaded thunder stone;
    Fear not slander, censure rash;
    Thou hast finished joy and moan.
    All lovers young, all lovers must
    Consign to thee and come to dust.
    No exorciser harm thee!
    Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
    Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
    Nothing ill come hear thee!
    Quiet consummation have,
    And renowned by thy grave!
    ________________________________________

    Loreena McKennitt - The Mask And Mirror

    This album has "Spanish, Celtic and Moroccan influences, with musical settings of poems by St. John of the Cross, W.B. Yeats and Shakespeare, through Traditional folk song like The Bonny Swans, and the eclectic, richly-textured originals ..."
    Loreena writes in the CD booklet:
    I looked back and forth through the window of 15th century Spain, through the hues of Judaism, Islam and Christianity, and was drawn into a fascinating world: history, religion, cross-cultural fertilization ... From the more familiar turf of the west coast of Ireland, through the troubadours of France, crossing over the Pyrenees and then to the west through Galicia, down through Andalusia and past Gibraltar to Morocco ... The Crusades, the pilgrimage to Santiago, Cathars, the Knights Templar, the Sufis from Egypt, One Thousand and One Nights in Arabia, the Celtic sacred imagery of trees, the Gnostic Gospels ... who was God? and what is religion, what spirituality? What was revealed and what was concealed ... and what was the mask and what the mirror?


    Contents
    1. THE MYSTIC'S DREAM
    Music and Lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
    2. THE BONNY SWANS
    Music by Loreena McKennitt
    Lyrics Traditional,
    arr. by Loreena McKennitt
    3. THE DARK NIGHT OF THE Soul
    Music by Loreena McKennitt
    Lyrics by St. John of the Cross,
    arr. by Loreena McKennitt
    4. MARRAKESH NIGHT MARKET
    Music and Lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
    5. FULL CIRCLE
    Music and Lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
    6. SANTIAGO
    Music Traditional,
    arr. by Loreena McKennitt
    7. CΙ HΙ MISE LE ULAINGT? / THE TWO TREES
    Music by Loreena McKennitt
    Lyrics by William Butler Yeats,
    arr. by Loreena McKennitt
    8. PROSPERO'S SPEECH
    Music by Loreena McKennitt
    Lyrics by William Shakespeare,
    arr. by Loreena McKennitt


    Loreena McKennitt - The mystic's dream

    A clouded dream on an earthly night
    Hangs upon the crescent moon
    A voiceless song in an ageless light
    Sings at the coming dawn
    Birds in flight are calling there
    Where the heart moves the stones
    It's there that my heart is longing
    All for the love of you
    A painting hangs on an ivy wall
    Nestled in the emerald moss
    The eyes declare a truce of trust
    Then it draws me far away
    Where deep in the desert twilight
    Sand melts in pools of the sky
    Darkness lays her crimson cloak
    Your lamps will call me home
    And so it's there my homage's due
    Clutched by the still of the night
    Now I feel you move
    And every breath is full
    So it's there my homage's due
    Clutched by the still of the night
    Even the distance feels so near
    All for the love of you
    A clouded dream on an earthly night
    Hangs upon the crescent moon
    A voiceless song in an ageless light
    Sings at the coming dawn
    Birds in flight are calling there
    Where the heart moves the stones
    It's there that my heart is longing
    All for the love of you


    Loreena McKennitt - The bonny swans

    A farmer there lived in the north country
    a hey ho bonny o
    And he had daughters one, two, three
    The swans swim so bonny o
    These daughters they walked by the river's brim
    a hey ho bonny o
    The eldest pushed the youngest in
    The swans swim so bonny o
    Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
    with a hey ho a bonny o
    And I will give you house and land
    the swans swim so bonny o
    I'll give you neither hand nor glove
    with a hey ho a bonny o
    Unless you give me your own true love
    the swans swim so bonny o
    Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    Until she came to a miller's dam
    the swans swim so bonny o
    The miller's daughter, dressed in red
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    She went for some water to make some bread
    the swans swim so bonny o
    Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    It's very like a gentle woman
    the swans swim so bonny o
    They placed her on the bank to dry
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    There came a harper passing by
    the swans swim so bonny o
    He made harp pins of her fingers fair
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    He made harp strings of her golden hair
    the swans swim so bonny o
    He made a harp of her breast bone
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    And straight it began to play alone
    the swans swim so bonny o
    He brought it to her father's hall
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    And there was the court, assembled all
    the swans swim so bonny o
    He laid the harp upon a stone
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    And straight it began to play lone
    the swans swim so bonny o
    And there does sit my father the King
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    And yonder sits my mother the Queen
    the swans swim so bonny o
    And there does sit my brother Hugh
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    And by him William, sweet and true
    the swans swim so bonny o
    And there does sit my false sister, Anne
    with a hey ho and a bonny o
    Who drowned me for the sake of a man
    the swans swim so bonny o


    Loreena McKennitt - The dark night of the Soul

    Upon a darkened night
    the flame of love was burning in my breast
    And by a lantern bright
    I fled my house while all in quiet rest
    Shrouded by the night
    and by the secret stair I quickly fled
    The veil concealed my eyes
    while all within lay quiet as the dead
    Chorus
    Oh night thou was my guide
    oh night more loving than the rising sun
    Oh night that joined the lover
    to the beloved one
    transforming each of them into the other
    Upon that misty night
    in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
    Without a guide or light
    than that which burned so deeply in my heart
    That fire t'was led me on
    and shone more bright than of the midday sun
    To where he waited still
    it was a place where no one else could come
    Chorus
    Within my pounding heart
    which kept itself entirely for him
    He fell into his sleep
    beneath the cedars all my love I gave
    And by the fortress walls
    the wind would brush his hair against his brow
    And with its smoothest hand
    caressed my every sense it would allow
    Chorus
    I lost myself to him
    and laid my face upon my lovers breast
    And care and grief grew dim
    as in the mornings mist became the light
    There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
    There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
    There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair


    Loreena McKennitt - Marrakesh night market

    They're gathered in circles
    the lamps light their faces
    The crescent moon rocks in the sky
    The poets of drumming
    keep heartbeats suspended
    The smoke swirls up and then dies
    Would you like my mask?
    would you like my mirror?
    cries the man in the shadowing hood
    You can look at yourself
    you can look at each other
    or you can look at the face, the face of your god
    The stories are woven
    and fortunes are told
    The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
    The magic lies scattered
    on rugs on the ground
    Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
    Would you like my mask?
    would you like my mirror?
    cries the man in the shadowing hood
    You can look at yourself
    you can look at each other
    or you can look at the face, the face of your god
    The lessons are written
    on parchments of paper
    They're carried by horse from the river Nile
    says the shadowy voice
    In the firelight, the cobra
    is casting the flame a winsome smile
    Would you like my mask?
    would you like my mirror?
    cries the man in the shadowing hood
    You can look at yourself
    you can look at each other
    or you can look at the face, the face of your god


    Loreena McKennitt - Full circle

    Stars were falling deep in the darkness
    as prayers rose softly, petals at dawn
    And as I listened, your voice seemed so clear
    so calmly you were calling your god
    Somewhere the sun rose, o'er dunes in the desert
    such was the stillness, I ne'er felt before
    Was this the question, pulling, pulling, pulling you
    in your heart, in your Soul, did you find peace there?
    Elsewhere a snowfall, the first in the winter
    covered the ground as the bells filled the air
    You in your robes sang, calling, calling, calling him
    in your heart, in your Soul, did you find peace there?
    in your heart, in your Soul, did you find peace there?


    Loreena McKennitt - Cι hι mise le unlaight? / The two trees

    Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
    The holy tree is growing there;
    From joy the holy branches start,
    And al the trembling flowers they bear.
    The changing colours of its fruit
    Have dowered the stars with merry light;
    The surety of its hidden root
    Has planted quiet in the night;
    The shaking of its leafy head
    Has given the waves their melody,
    And made my lips and music wed,
    Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
    There the Loves a circle go,
    The flaming circle of our days,
    Gyring, spiring to and fro
    In those great ignorant leafy ways;
    Remembering all that shaken hair
    And how the winged sandals dart,
    Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
    Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
    Gaze no more in the bitter glass
    The demons, with their subtle guile,
    Lift up before us when they pass,
    Or only gaze a little while;
    For there a fatal image grows
    That the stormy night receives,
    Roots half hidden under snows,
    Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
    For all things turn to barenness
    In the dim glass the demons hold,
    The glass of outer weariness,
    Made when God slept in times of old.
    There, through the broken branches, go
    The ravens of unresting thought;
    Flying, crying, to and fro,
    Cruel claw and hungry throat,
    Or else they stand and stiff the wind,
    And shake their ragged wings: alas!
    Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
    Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
    Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
    The holy tree is growing there;
    From joy the holy branches start,
    And all the trembling flowers they bear.
    Remembering all that shaken hair
    And how the winged sandals dart,
    Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
    Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.


    Loreena McKennitt - Prospero's speech

    And now my Charms are all o'erthrown,
    And what strength I have's mine own;
    Which is most faint; now t'is true,
    I must here be released by you,
    Or sent to Napels. Let me not,
    Since I have my dukedom got
    And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
    In this bar island by your spell;
    But release me from my bands
    With the help of your good hands.
    Gentle breath of yours my sails
    Must fill, or else my project fails,
    Which was to please. Now I want
    Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
    And my ending is despair,
    Unless I be relieved by prayer,
    Which pierces so that it assaults
    Mercy itself and frees all faults.
    As you from your crimes would pardon'd be,
    Let your indulgence set me free.



    Loreena McKennitt - The book of secrets
    Motto of the CD:
    A good traveller has no fixed plans
    and is not intent on arriving.

    Lao Tzu (570-490 BC)
    Contents
    1. PROLOGUE
    music: Loreena McKennitt
    2. THE MUMMERS' Dance
    music and lyrics: Loreena McKennitt
    3. SKELLIG
    music and lyrics: Loreena McKennitt
    4. MARCO POLO
    music: Loreena McKennitt
    5. THE HIGHWAYMAN
    music: Loreena McKennitt
    lyrics: Alfred Noyes, abridged by Loreena McKennitt
    6. LA SERENISSIMA
    music: Loreena McKennitt
    7. NIGHT RIDE ACROSS THE CAUCASUS
    music and lyrics: Loreena McKennitt
    8. DANTE'S PRAYER
    music and lyrics: Loreena McKennitt


    Loreena McKennitt - The mummers' Dance

    When in the springtime of the year
    When the trees are crowned with leaves
    When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
    Are dressed in ribbons fair
    When owls call the breathless moon
    In the blue veil of the night
    The Shadows of the trees appear
    Amidst the lantern light
    Chorus:
    We've been rambling all the night
    And some time of this day
    Now returning back again
    We bring a garland gay
    Who will go down to those shady groves
    And summon The Shadows there
    And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
    In the springtime of the year
    The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
    That when the fiddler plays
    All their voices can be heard
    Long past their woodland days
    Chorus
    And so they linked their hands and Danced
    Round in circles and in rows
    And so the journey of the night descends
    When all the shades are gone
    "A garland gay we bring you here
    And at your door we stand
    It is a sprout well budded out
    The work of our Lord's hand"
    Chorus (2x)


    Loreena McKennitt - Skellig

    O light the candle, John
    The daylight has almost gone
    The birds have sung their last
    The bells call all to mass
    Sit here by my side
    For the night is very long
    There's something I must tell
    Before I pass along

    I joined the brotherhood
    My books were all to me
    I scribed the words of God
    And much of history
    Many a year was I
    Perched out upon the sea
    The waves would wash my tears
    The wind, my memory
    I joined the brotherhood
    It's books were all to me
    I scribed the words of God
    And much of history
    'Twas not my place to lead
    This life of solitude
    Until the day there came
    A boat of the brotherhood

    I'd hear the ocean breathe
    Exhale upon the shore
    I knew the tempest's blood
    Its wrath I would endure
    And so the years went by
    Within my rocky cell
    With only a mouse or bird
    My friend; I loved them well

    And so it came to pass
    I'd come here to Romani
    And many a year it took
    Till I arrived here with thee
    On dusty roads I walked
    And over mountains high
    Through rivers running deep
    Beneath the endless sky

    Beneath these jasmine flowers
    Amidst these cypress trees
    I give you now my books
    And all their mysteries
    Now take the hourglass
    And turn it one its head
    For when the sands are still
    'Tis then you'll find me dead
    Now beneath these jasmine flowers
    Amidst these cypress trees
    I give you now my books
    And all their mysteries
    Harken, John, my word
    Let not these keys be lost
    The secrets lie within
    The writers of the past

    O light the candle, John
    The daylight has almost gone
    The birds have sung their last
    The bells call all to mass




    Loreena McKennitt - The Highwayman
    Part I

    The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
    The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
    The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
    And the highwayman came riding,
    Riding, riding,
    The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
    He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
    A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
    They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh!
    And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
    His pistol butts a-twinkle,
    His rapier hilts a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
    And over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
    And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
    He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
    But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
    Bess, the landlord's daughter,
    Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
    And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
    Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.
    His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
    But he loved the landlord's daughter,
    The landlord's red-lipped daughter.
    Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say:
    "One Kiss my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
    But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
    If they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
    Then look for me by the moonlight,
    Watch for me be the moonlight,
    I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
    He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
    But she loosened her hair i' the casement. His face burnt like a brand
    As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
    And he Kissed its waves in the moonlight,
    (Oh, sweet waves in the moonlight!)
    He tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.


    Part II

    He did not come at the dawning. He did not come at noon;
    And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
    When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
    A red-coat troop came marching,
    Marching, marching,
    King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
    They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead.
    But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed.
    Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
    There was death at every window;
    Hell at one dark window;
    For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.
    They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
    They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
    "Now, keep good watch!" and they Kissed her. She heard the dead man say-
    'Look for me by the moonlight;
    Watch for me by the moonlight;
    I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!'
    She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
    She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
    They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
    Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
    Cold on the stroke of midnight,
    The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
    The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
    Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
    She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
    For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
    Blank and bare in the moonlight;
    And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.
    'Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot!' Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
    'Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot,' in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
    Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
    The highwayman came riding,
    Riding, riding!
    The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.
    'Tlot-tlot,' in the frosty silence! 'Tlot-tlot,' in the echoing night!
    Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light.
    Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
    Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
    Her musket shattered the moonlight,
    Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.
    He turned; He spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
    Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
    Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
    How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
    The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
    Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
    And back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
    With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
    Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;
    When they shot him down on the highway,
    Down like a dog on the highway,
    And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
    'Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
    When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
    When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
    A highwayman comes riding,
    Riding, Riding,
    A highwayman comes riding, up to the old in-door.
    Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
    And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
    He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
    But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
    Bess, the landlord's daughter,
    Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.'


    Loreena McKennitt - Night ride across the Caucasus

    Chorus:
    Ride on - Through the night - Ride on
    Ride on - Through the night - Ride on
    There are visions, there are memories
    There are echoes of thundering hooves
    There are fires, there is laughter
    There's the sound of a thousand voices
    Chorus
    In the velvet of the darkness
    By the silhouette of silent trees
    They are watching, they are waiting
    They are witnessing life's mysteries
    Chorus
    Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
    They are dancing as far as the sea
    Riding o'er land, you can feel its gentle hand
    Leading on to its destiny
    Chorus
    Take me with you on this journey
    Where the boundaries of time are now tossed
    In cathedrals of the forest
    In the words of the tongues now lost
    Find the answers, ask the questions
    Find The Roots of an ancient tree
    Take me dancing, take me singing
    I'll ride on till the moon meets the sea
    Chorus (2x)


    Loreena McKennitt - Dante's prayer

    When the dark wood fell before me
    And all the paths were overgrown
    When the priests of pride say there is no other way
    I tilled the sorrows of stone
    I did not believe because I could not see
    Though you came to me in the night
    When the dawn seemed forever lost
    You showed me your love in the light of the stars
    Chorus:
    Cast your eyes on the ocean
    Cast your Soul to the sea
    When the dark night seems endless
    Please remember me
    Then the mountain rose before me
    By the deep well of desire
    From the fountain of forgiveness
    Beyond the ice and the fire
    Chorus
    Though we share this humble path, alone
    How fragile is the heart
    Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
    To touch the face of the stars
    Breathe life into this feeble heart
    Lift this mortal veil of fear
    Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
    We'll rise above these earthly cares
    Chorus
    Please remember me
    Please remember me, ...


    jorge
    19.09.2007, 09:40
    sakinaEG καλημέρα και καλωσήρθες στο MusicHeaven :)

    Να σε ενημερώσω για κάποια πραγματάκια, κυρίως για το πως λειτουργούμε εδώ στο MusicHeaven.

    1. Ότι έχει να κάνει με παρουσίαση συγκροτήματος (βιογραφίες, δισκογραφία κλπ) το στέλνουμε με δημοσίευση στο e-Περιοδικό, όχι στο Forum. Το Forum έχει φτιαχθεί για να γίνεται διάλογος, όχι για παρουσιάσεις. Το e-Περιοδικό είναι το κατάλληλο μέρος για παρουσιάσεις.

    2. Τα κείμενα πρέπει να είναι στα ελληνικά, όχι στα αγγλικά.

    Για περισσότερες πληροφορίες σχετικά με το πως λειτουργούμε, διάβασε τις Συχνές Ερωτήσεις.