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Dunsany's Hope
05:32
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I’ve been hovering near the border
drawn by Memory and Sound
Ever near the Dreaming, calling Elfland:
Alam Al-Mithal, Alam Al-Mithal, the Wind and Tallow
Like a child with a treasure
but no age nor wisdom to protect it -
Rare as coral it was stolen,
painted like a clown, abused and broken
Now I hear and I obey! (the fear is at bay, the fear is at bay)
For I catch the glimpses fey! (be not afraid, they say be not afraid)
I’ll prepare to make my way! (the past is away, the past is away)
Oh those hills have called me long and I must answer ...
Never far from the border,
though the Realms are ebbing, still they hold me -
Alam Al-Mithal, Alam Al-Mithal, the Dream is over
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Hyperion
06:14
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Hear, Hear, Hear ... Here!
when we dream, we are gods
when we think, we are beggars
when we think, we are beggars
when we dream, we are gods!
(Hyperion said)
Hear ... Adamis! Diotima! Alabanda!
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Argo
04:25
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Oh, I know him well, I tell myself
I’ll show what destinies are made of
And grow the Oak of Dodona in this hero,
Yea so the Argonauts will all sing:
'Come to your Medea' ...
We’ve loved, we’ve killed, we’ve stolen,
We’ve laughed, we’ve grieved, we’ve fallen,
We’ve dreamed that all the gods were ours - for just one moment -
You’ll drive your ego Argo, You’ll crucify your Creusa,
You’ll find a flame as Ino! Oh ...
Chorus
Argo, Argonauts
Our Dream’s off the shore
I know what we’re for
Augur new ways of thought
Argo, Argonauts
Centaur - get off the floor
Argo, fifty oars
Our cold kisses are in store
Oh, you’ll know them well, I tell myself ...
What drew you here was only a phantom
- Like Nephele!
Or the hunger for the Voyage on the
Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven Seas
So! Come to your Medea ...
We’ve loved, we’ve killed, we’ve stolen,
We’ve laughed, we’ve grieved, we’ve fallen,
We’ve dreamed that all the gods were ours - for just one moment -
You’ll drive your ego Argo, You’ll crucify your Creusa,
You’ll find a flame as Ino! Oh ...
Argo, Argonauts
Our Dream’s off the shore
I know what we’re for
Augur new ways of thought
Argo, Argonauts
Centaur - get off the floor
Argo, fifty oars
Our cold kisses are in store
Argo - Come to your Medea! Come to your Medea!
I know, what we’re for, Augur new ways of thought,
New ways of thought,
Argo, Argonauts, come to your Medea, oh!
Argo, fifty oars, our cold kisses are in store,
Argo, fifty oars ...
Argo fifty oars ... to your Medea
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I'm Not Walking
05:53
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Thought, high in her Ivory Tower
Falls in the spinning and weaving of Time
And the last of last words spoken is ‘Goodbye’ -
Never for you and I! Say when we die:
'I can hear your tears and I know that I’m not talking'
'I can feel your fears and I know that I’m not walking'
I won’t be leaving you in embers of failure,
In the pool of our Winter glisten eyes of our Daemon
Thought, high in her Ivory Tower...
'I can hear your tears and I know that I’m not talking ...'
'I can feel your fears and I know that I’m not walking (away from you)'
We need no leaders, we need no followers
We seek the answers from the Great Ancestors
(I can hear you, I can hear you, I can ...)
'I can hear your tears and I know that I’m not talking'
'I can feel your fears and I know that I’m not walking'
You know I won’t be leaving you in embers of failure,
In the pool of our Winter glisten eyes of our Daemon.
We need no leaders, we need no followers
We seek the answers from the Great Ancestors.
I’m not walking from you!
I’m walking to the Ancestors -
You know that I’m not, know that I’m not,
Not walking away from you
I’m walking to the Ancestors,
Walking ... to the Ancestors
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Little Wanderer
03:54
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Once a dream did weave a shade
O’er my Angel-guarded bed,
That an Emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.
Troubled, ‘wildered and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn -
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke I heard her say:
O, my children! do they cry?
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see:
Now return and weep for me.
Pitying, I drop’d a tear;
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, what wailing wight
Calls the Watchman of the night?
I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round.
Follow now the beetle’s hum,
Little Wanderer, hi thee home!
In every cry, of every Man,
In every Infant’s cry of fear
In every voice, In every ban
The mind-forg’d Manacles I hear...
Oh my children do they cry for the Little Wanderer
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Inanna
04:07
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Stone-breaker lurks in the dirt:
Enter Someone who can survive it -
Like a shadow of a curved bow,
Lapus Lazuli there for show
Ninshubar, lacerate your mouth
Raise a shout in Heaven for her -
She go down to the Seven Doors
In the big bright House of the Mountain Lords
So beat your drum in the Holy Shrine
In the big bright House of the Mountain Line:
Inanna! Inanna!
Will they ever listen Ninshubar?
Inanna, Ishtar!
We still reach for You... in Sumer.
Come the beggars, come the daggers -
(Of Ereshkigal)
Who shall be the Captain of my Fate?
Sigkurshagga, Emushkalamma
None shall carry this One away!
(Kalaturru, Kurgarru)
Bring your Sister, bring your Mother
(To Ereshkigal)
Call the Hills for my Wild Bull
(Damuzi, oh my Damuzi!)
See that shippon close in, surround Him -
Tell your Brother things are gonna turn around
When She go down to the Seven Doors
(The Seven Doors)
In the big bright House of the Mountain Lords
(The Mountain Lords)
So beat your drum in the Holy Shrine
(The Holy Shrine)
In the big bright House of the Mountain Line
(The Mountain!)
Inanna! Inanna …
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Out Of The Equipage
03:24
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No chariot is your pyre
No rest is forever -
Step out of the Equipage
Eos of the Golden Fire!
Tithonos in your eyes
Your Dawn a broken heart
Step out of the Equipage
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Inside The Bubble
01:43
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And I will disappear
And see your smile,
And I will tell the fear to say Goodnight –
Whenever you’re in trouble, I will always carry you
There, inside the Bubble, I will always be with you
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House Of Legend
03:15
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No more man, than a talkative nymph
Was it planned, you would break the silence?
In your hands is no trace of my kiss
Then the love that we bore
Was a mere wave in the storm morning...
But in my Golden Cottage -
My Cottage of Gold
I can be my own Sea-Enchantress!
By the rocks - by the stony shore -
House of Legend, you stand tall.
In the square, in the village market
Trade your wares for the latest gossip
Now the mayor seems to think he likes it -
Still the love that we bore
Was a mere wave in the storm morning …
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Duncan The Fiddler
04:30
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Duncan the Fiddler, play for your life!
Up from the heather and into the night,
You’ll come nae mare to berry nor stamp,
You’ll play the ware and we’ll be the dance -
Duncan the Fiddler, play for your life!
Up from the rivers and over the skies,
Don’t you be gone, our shadows are young -
Don’t you be leaving what you began …
On the stone we made our own duet,
A dangerous game was on, a pact -
Not just a song - and since you’ve come,
We might as well continue… I recommend you:
Duncan the Fiddler, play for your life!
Up from the heather and into the night
You’ll come nae mare to berry nor stamp,
You’ll play the ware and we’ll be the dance!
Way for the Fiddler, way for the bow!
Pray for the Fiddler - but don’t let him go!
Who would deny our generous rogue?
In with the drink and on with the show!
Pomegranate blood we share with you,
Our nectar juice is of the rarest hue,
So take the handles of the flagons,
Take the fruit I beg you … I dare you!
Duncan the Fiddler, hey your life is
Flashing before you like a steely little knife!
Did you say you’ve no children nor wife?
Well we have some you’d very well like:
Anwin, Ellen, Morgan, Nell and Edith,
Eve, Rhiannon, Alison – and maybe Morveth!
Emily, now she’s been anxious lately …
Duncan the Fiddler, Duncan the Fiddler…
Something wrong? - you’re dreadfully dim -
Dear, what a spot you’ve got yourself in!
Duncan the Fiddler, hey ho here!
Here is a lemon and there goes your beard …
Open your mouth and let us begin
Cursing the mess your fiddle is in –
Pieces all around you, where to stop?
The agony, the energy is fading,
Now you know the hunger of the Faerie…
But the morning light - the first light - Oooh, comes the sunlight!
“And I’m all right”, said Duncan
(Yes, he’d survived! But he later went mad.
And his fiddle lay smashed against the Standing Stones
Where - if you should go, by the September Harvest Moon -
You can still hear the fiddler’s old melody … )
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Oak, Ash And Thorn
05:53
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Of all the trees that grow so fair, Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun, than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good Sirs (All of a Midsummer morn!)
Surely we sing no little thing, in Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oak of the Clay lived many a day, or ever Aeneas began;
Ash of the Loam was a lady at home, when Brut was an outlaw man;
Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town (From which was London born);
Witness hereby the ancientry of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Yew that is old in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow;
Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and beech for cups also.
But when ye have killed, an your bowl is spilled, an your shoes are clean outworn,
Back ye must speed for all that ye need, to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth till every gust be laid,
To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade:
But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn,
He will take no wrong when he lieth along ‘neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Oh, do not tell the Priest our plight, or he would call it a sin;
But - we have been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring Summer in!
And we bring you news by word of mouth - good news for cattle and corn –
Now is the Sun come up from the South, with Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good Sirs (All of a Midsummer morn)!
England shall bide till Judgment Tide, by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!
(Sing Oak and Ash and Thorn! Sing Oak and Ash and Thorn!)
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The Healer's Names
06:55
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Only one word: Healer
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Once on a time when Morning was a name
A Golden Rose, an’ shimmered like a song
There would the lines of battles lost and won
Whisper ‘Eos of the Morning’!
When legend told of all the ones she loved,
Her great passion was doomed to live
Forever grieving on some Grecian vase,
Eos, still she is calling.
And though my love is changing like a tree
That grows forever from your body
Some say angels never need us;
I pray you’ll remember me.
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Once on a time when Morning was a name
A Golden Rose, an’ shimmered like a song
There would the lines of battles lost and won
Whisper ‘Eos of the Morning’!
When legend told of all the ones she loved,
Her great passion was doomed to live
Forever grieving on some Grecian vase,
Eos, still she is calling.
And though my love is changing like a tree
That grows forever from your body
Some say angels never need us;
I pray you’ll remember me.
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The original lyrics held only one word: Healer.
In this expanded version we also hear Rumi's poetry in translation:
'There is a field, I'll meet you there ... '
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Louisa John-Krol Australia
Louisa is an Australian singer, composer, writer & faery storyteller who has released many albums of ethereal music on indie labels, primarily in France. She's completing a fantasy series, The Elderbrook Chronicles, with a soundtrack.
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