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  • Loreena McKennitt - Skellig

    Jun 1 2009, 12h24



    "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'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 on its head
    For when the sands are still
    'Tis then you'll find me dead

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

    I love these lyrics.. so mysterious and gloomy..
    Can't wait to see her live!!!!

    Loreena McKennitt
    Skellig
    Book of Secrets
  • Daemonia Nymphe lyrics

    Jul 4 2008, 19h46

  • Maria, The Poet (1913)

    Abr 15 2007, 12h18

    Much like me

    Much like me, you make your way forward,
    Walking with downturned eyes.
    Well, I too kept mine lowered.
    Passer-by, stop here, please.

    Read, when you've picked your nosegay
    Of henbane and poppy flowers,
    That I was once called Marina,
    And discover how old I was.

    Don't think that there's any grave here,
    Or that I'll come and throw you out ...
    I myself was too much given
    To laughing when one ought not.

    The blood hurtled to my complexion,
    My curls wound in flourishes ...
    I was, passer-by, I existed!
    Passer-by, stop here, please.

    And take, pluck a stem of wildness,
    The fruit that comes with its fall --
    It's true that graveyard strawberries
    Are the biggest and sweetest of all.

    All I care is that you don't stand there,
    Dolefully hanging your head.
    Easily about me remember,
    Easily about me forget.

    How rays of pure light suffuse you!
    A golden dust wraps you round ...
    And don't let it confuse you,
    My voice from under the ground.

    Koktebel, 3 May 1913
    by Marina Tsvetaeva

    http://faynights.users.btopenworld.com/Laura/Marina/muchlike.html
  • The Trees

    Jan 19 2007, 15h00

    "When Thomas brought the news that the house I was born in no longer exists - neither the name, nor the park sloping to the river, nothing - I had a dream of return. Multicoloured. Joyous. I was able to fly. And the trees were even higher than in childhood, because they had been growing during all the years since they had been cut down."

    TocarThe Trees