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Antiquity
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'Antiquity'
I walked down to the lake in Malnerholm;
Saw a man with weary eyes an’ a heavy load; he said,
“I am troubled because I have answers that don’t satisfy me”
I told him: If you want to know…
Go, ask the stars that no-one has seen,
Where they shine between those galaxies far from home!
Go question the sunless night - through an eagle’s eye –
While the songs and seas... are calling to Antiquity.
So we talked and turned each others’ thoughts around;
Well he told me, “Life is a shadow of the mind...”
Search inside and lay your questions down:
How many people are to be born?
How long the tide will rise an’ fall,
Maybe time means nothing at all?
Ask the moon when she’ll refuse to shine,
borrow the prophet’s eyes
But the songs and seas are calling to Antiquity.
There’s a kind of reason that we’ve both denied;
don’t ask me why
Just go, ask the stars…
We’re calling… Calling to Antiquity…
And the songs an’ the seas, they’re calling back
Calling right back now, calling... to Antiquity.
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The Valley of Seven Keys
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'The Valley of Seven Keys'
I dreamed of a Statue
I dreamed of a Garden that hadn't a key
I dreamed of a Play -
in a tree
I heard Someone say
I heard Something whisper from beyond the grave
I heard of a Name - in a cave
‘You’d better take this key’, said the man in the Valley of Seven Keys
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Sentinel
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'Sentinel'
Shouldn’t we go home?
couldn’t we just sleep under stars?
is that a Will o’ the Wisp through the trees?
seems like we’re often led to believe …
oh! those dreams, wild animals hunting in reed
Shouldn’t we go home?
couldn’t we just live like the birds?
is that a Will o’ the Wisp through the trees?
seems like we’re often led to believe …
oh! those dreams, wild oceans are moving in mead
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Poppet Plum
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'Poppet Plum'
He is on the stair, he knows you:
Take your seats inside the tune.
The marionettes are there, listening through you,
Human dreams hang in this room.
Believe their faces, they know you,
Their souls are waiting by their feet
To hold your graces, and your failures,
Not so far above the street.
Poppet Plum, stamp and run
Bobbing thumb, swing your drum
Hand to hand, son to son
Till the Human Tale is done.
Old as this town, old as this man,
With a bagpipe and a bell
Tin-tap, lights go down:
Time for dancing hands!
They can show what we can’t tell.
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House of Legend
03:15
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'House of Legend'
(The Golden Cottage)
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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Fai
02:58
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'Fai'
How now, o’ spirit! Whither wander you?
Over thine hills, over yonder dale
On through the bushes, on, on through the briar;
Over park, over pale, through flood, through fire
I do wander… everywhere, Swifter than the Moon!
(yes, even the Orb’s sphere!) Here… Hear
Bring your fey favours, loll in sweet sloth;
Sleek Midnight savours, vapours of the broth
Oberon blinks bees, passing fell an’ wrath –
Hang a pearl in every ear!
There’s a changeling in the Moon!
And your Dream Cat taps the Loom
And she’s here, Black Djinn spins near
And she’s far, dancing with stars….
(allusion: ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’, Shakespeare)
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Dunsany's Hope
05:32
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'Dunsany’s Hope'
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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Gwyllion
03:58
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'Gwyllion'
Stony is her stair
where brambles grow;
Ponies wild and fair
would pass by Gwyllion
Lonely is her lair
where horsemen lie;
Eyes behind her hair
is waiting Gwyllion:
Dilly-bag bounty, carry the brain
Billy or Tamlin - what was your name?
Tig Tag Toe, and wouldn’t you know?
Nimble my ride to ramble row!
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Violin Velvet
03:01
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'Violin Velvet'
Violin made of black velvet, strings of brocade:
Tunes are threads, weaving, braiding my tapestry of a parade
Violin Velvet, sew your song
Violin Velvet, won’t be long
Till I find a fountain where you may play on!
Needle for a bow, where your melody will go,
I don’t know, Violin Velvet...
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Fountainsong
03:32
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Another version of this song has the full lyrics, elsewhere on the album and this compilation, however you can hear a beautiful recital of poetry in Spanish, which Priscilla Hernandez wrote and recited for the Singing Fountains:
English trans of Spanish*:
You can hear the magical fountain singing
it springs its voice so vivid yet so delicate
and its melodies will be the seed
of sweet legends that drink out of clear waters
and pure glass
* I will try to obtain the Spanish words from Priscilla, which I could not find in my timezone lag today! 22nd August 2020 - Louisa x
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'The Fountains of Alderbee'
Once upon a time in a land beneath a dream
Fountains learned the Song of a Faery sea
Echoing laughter glimmering in their gleam
Run, run an’ row to the City of Alderbee!
Would you be an imp on the barge of a water-street?
Sail into a shell with the memory of a leaf?
Listen down, listen long, to the Lorelei of the Deep,
Shimmer oh shingle, nymph an’ nixie ‘neath...
From the waterfall to the lake of Antiquity
Songpool flow, awaken Lemurian trees,
Come, come along with the paladin of the free
Can, can you hear the fountains of Alderbee?
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'Antiquity'
I walked down to the lake in Malnerholm;
Saw a man with weary eyes an’ a heavy load; he said,
“I am troubled because I have answers that don’t satisfy me”
I told him: If you want to know…
Go, ask the stars that no-one has seen,
Where they shine between those galaxies far from home!
Go question the sunless night - through an eagle’s eye –
While the songs and seas... are calling to Antiquity.
So we talked and turned each others’ thoughts around;
Well he told me, “Life is a shadow of the mind...”
Search inside and lay your questions down:
How many people are to be born?
How long the tide will rise an’ fall,
Maybe time means nothing at all?
Ask the moon when she’ll refuse to shine,
borrow the prophet’s eyes
But the songs and seas are calling to Antiquity.
There’s a kind of reason that we’ve both denied;
don’t ask me why
Just go, ask the stars…
We’re calling… Calling to Antiquity…
And the songs an’ the seas, they’re calling back
Calling right back now, calling... to Antiquity.
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'The Witch in the Wood'
There’s a red briar, in my garden
Dressed in fruit she carries but once a year
There’s a changeling, in my cradle
With a phantom laughter and pointed ear
There’s a black crow, at my window
With the hollow eyes of a seer – oh!
Tell me, do you know the Witch in the Wood?
Come Robin, tell me - have you seen the Witch in the Wood?
I’ve a stable, by the old tree,
And her walls of spiderthorn tangle my hair
There’s an ocean, in my cauldron
And the earth’s belly is aching for more
There’s a piper, on our hillside
If you won’t follow I’m going alone – oh!
Tell me, how to find the Witch in the Wood…
Come plover, show me – if I am the Witch in the Wood:
Oh seer, you’ll wake the witch in my blood!
For I am, mother, oh I am the Witch in the Wood.
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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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