Hob and Bud - compilation for Faeriecon

by Louisa John-Krol

Hobnob 03:08
Never really find the season To settle underneath a tamarillo Thinkin’ you can lead a legion But you really are an armadillo And you can hobnob with ghosts And you can hobnob with gnomes But you’ll never know the centre of your soul And you can hobnob with horns And you can hobnob with fauns But you’ll never find the beetle in your bone Never could be where you wanted Heaven never shed a skin for you Waiting by the leapin’ ladder Leaning on the lower rungs of rue
Tree 02:55
If there’s only one thing who knows how to move me it’s grey-blue-green, and it lies inside the Tree! As the years have shown us, we’ll go too far down into the green light, to a space of our own. Sly tree, you know me: I’ll have you…! I can’t say: How many shadows could I hold? And ages span with my life, being trees, in the still breathing of their leaves - Oh an’ when the light falls, could I travel where the sun goes? - sinking down into the Tree. Feel the darkness moving, in her slow cooling when the rain is slipping down, down, you can hear the wood-knot sigh; There are oceans in here, creeping over me with their infinitely blue-green hands! Lines… slowly, drink of me too…
Paint the moon, paint your room Paint the inside of you - Paint your hair, paint your words and the Memory of birds Paint the light, paint the sky and your wild, wild eyes! Paint the wind, paint the shadows of your candelabra.   And if… - they pack you in boxes you’ll paint off the lid! - they shut you in darkness you’ll paint your way out! - you find yourself falling you’ll catch yourself somewhere down low, near the rainbow where your brushes are starting to grow.   Paint your night on the rain Paint your flight from pain - Paint the Sun and the Moon and then tear them apart once again. Paint your heart on your tomb Sing it red and blue, Paint your Fall, paint it all on your crumbling walls - Oh! Colour the stones where they fall! Paint the wind, sing the wing Paint your time of Spring… paint your Time…
Blackbird 04:21
Come blackbird and take my soul away You won't keep your vagabond at bay Your fortress hangs heavy in the tree: Come blackbird and take the soul of me away Who will listen into your lore? Will the echo follow your call? Who will listen while you're waiting by the wooden door?
English: 'Blackbird' Come blackbird and take my soul away You won't keep your vagabond at bay Your fortress hangs heavy in the tree: Come blackbird and take the soul of me away Who will listen into your lore? Will the echo follow your call? Who will listen while you're waiting by the wooden door? French: 'Le Merle' Viens, merle, et emporte mon âme Tu ne vas pas nier cette pauvre dame Ta forteresse si lourde sur la branche Viens, merle Et fais envoler mon âme Qui entendra ta magie ? L’écho suivra-t-il ton crie ? Qui t’entendra, vagabonde, Devant la porte en bois ?
Returning home again, where confusion reigns, my resolution caged in endless refrains: There in the distance larks descend, carrying balm from distant lands: and I am the djinn - Should I hide or should I play? Entangled in this fray my fantasies of gain, follow me to Spain: There… Shards of broken dreams scatter into paeans; the shadows of the night ferry me from fright…
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!)
Waterwood 02:17
Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood I saw a butterfly on a bicycle - Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood I heard a dragonfly brush your pie.   Who loves a life too much to die? Who would make enchanted drops for human eyes? To see the world through magic eyes: Wind and water and sun and rain and moon alight!   Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood I saw a little girl dancing in a tree - Way over the windtorn wainscotting waterwood I heard a tambourine in the sea.
Dreamdawn 02:52
Green light, frost on the seedling; Kloh weaves his legend again, Slip away, listen, the sand-grains are shifting, None of you ever the same: Rise up, wee goblins and sing, come dancing, Soon we’re all going to fly! Catch my eye and hold it there, You’ll see a heart laid bare, Come into an elfin dream buried in your soul; Touch, my hand, no hold it firmly and never let go And you’ll see a peace in me, even when you go. And the sand holds fast where the elves are, Down where the old waves roar! Frost rides, high on the firefly, Over the bright star-lore; Rise up, ye faerie and dance, we’re waiting, Up on the stealing shore!
Talim Ridge 02:01
Moon on Talim Ridge, Six in red and One rhyme! Flying Guardians, tails in the Air were feeding the pine-cones. Four hats rimmed in green Three in paper-bag brown - on the Other Side in a Valley far from here moved with the clouds.
Shed No Tear 01:56
Shed no tear, oh shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year Weep no more, oh weep no more! The young buds sleep in the roots white core. Dry your eyes, oh dry your eyes! For I was taught in paradise To ease my breast of melodies Beyond a fairy's memory. Overhead, look overhead! Beyond the blossoms white and red Oh shed no tear, oh shed no tear For the flower will bloom another year.
Did I hear you say they’re wandering? They’re rendering the seas and seasons And I hear they are wondering why They would wander to their home in the sky - O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering And for the rendering, the hopes ‘n’ horses When my feet are tired on moss an’ grasses O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering Soon, o’ how soon the Autumn comes along! Here, yes even here, no-one will know you. Over me the loneliness of trees Rest ‘n’ rustle rolling over me O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering And the humming of your hopes ‘n’ horses, For the tendering and wondering why – O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering O’ how soon, how soon…
The Seagiant 05:22
Sleep oh darling our Storm has passed, dream of it all your life though our dreams might only come briefly true they last long after we die Sleep, my Ocean my River my Rain, safe in the Earth that loves you rest my Hunger, down on the seafloor till I return to wake you, I will return Oh look you're so peaceful, just like some man who dreams on the seafloor Oh! my Seagiant was beautiful, you won't forget me.


Sequel to 'Wisp and Sentinel', this is the second half of my offering to Faerieworlders. It carries the remaining songs of my set that I performed in the festival Faerieworlds Live From Home, 2020: 'Blackbird', 'Waterwood', 'I am the Djinn' and 'Birch Wandering' on mandolin, as well as 'The Seagiant' on guitar. There are also a couple of bonus tracks that have never been released anywhere at all, online or offline: 'Hobnob' (a new, unreleased song) and a rare mix of 'Blackbird' that's a duet with me and a niece, alternating between English and French. (The label that originally released this song is in France - and my sister sent her children to a French school!) I hope you enjoy this lovely surprise, which turned up recently in a search.


released November 30, 2020

Music & Lyrics by Louisa John-Krol, in several cases co-written with Mark Krol and/or co-arranged with Harry Williamson or Brett Taylor.

The music on this compilation was engineered by two Australian engineers: Harry Williamson (Spring Studio) and Brett Taylor (Pilgrim Arts), except for 'Shed No Tear', recorded by Andrew Persi, and 'I Am The Djinn', recorded by Theodore Wohng.


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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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