A long Christmas-special of a music post this month. The brilliant BBC4 folk carols of a couple of years ago.
Stars
They cut the lights and I stumbled outside
I held the darkness and tried to decide
In the black the town seemed large
No humming lights breaking up the dark
I took my hand and led me out
Up to the hills with a whispered shout
The black grew bigger the farther gone
‘Til I could almost forget the sun
Above the suburbs stars reverb
Breathing out like flowers at dawn
Far below no embers glow
The hearth is quiet on the urban lawn
And there’s nothing to say
The silence dances and holds me sway
I ran across a sky so deep
Began to wonder could I be asleep
No souls flew by to hold me fast
No stage to tread, no supporting cast
Listened to breath, listened to my heart
Listened to the world’s silent part
All alone with none to keep
Just silhouettes of the mighty trees
Above the suburbs stars reverb
Breathing out like flowers at dawn
Far below no embers glow
The hearth is quiet on the urban lawn
And there’s nothing to say
The silence dances and holds me sway
Pinched myself and removed a shoe
Rummaged my foot in the navy dew
The grass was sharp like velcro
Curled my toes and pushed them through
The earth felt cold and full of life
The dashing sky’s homely wife
Dirt dispersed to allow my sole
Took me to her ancient fold
Above the suburbs stars reverb
Breathing out like flowers at dawn
Far below no embers glow
The hearth is quiet on the urban lawn
And there’s nothing to say
The silence dances and holds me sway
Ursa the Great ponderously breathed
Shrugged his shoulders, hunkered, heaved
Looked across to see Orion wait
Bow at hand, sword at waist
Pleiades shifted her mighty chains
Drops of light dancing refrain
Scenes of old in palest blue
Picked out like sequins against the hue
Above the suburbs stars reverb
Breathing out like flowers at dawn
Far below no embers glow
The hearth is quiet on the urban lawn
And there’s nothing to say
The silence dances and holds me sway
Right when I thought I could take no more
My heart took flight, hovered and soared
Back to ground with a crash
As sparks started flickering in the ash
Within a minute the fire took hold
Silver ink draped in tangerine cold
Blotted out glitz retreated to shadow
Drew curtains about and humbly bowed
Above the town stars drown
Stepping back in time like chorus girls
Far below the streetlights flow
Amber waters brashly unfurl
And there’s nothing to say
The noise is back and has its prey
Have you ever seen a better music video than this?
Maybe the best ever performance on Jools Holland.
"Then these years and their players passed away
As though they all had been merely dreams."
- Baha ad Din Ibn Shaddad - on the death of Saladin
Advice before marriage.
Have I ordered two breakfasts? (no, I haven’t)
July’s music, trying to wish summer into existence with the haunting tones of Jodie Marie. Just evokes images of Welsh mountains and the coast.
http://cavalorn.livejournal.com/584135.html
A fascinating analysis of Prometheus. Glad someone else saw some of the same stuff in the film that I did.
