I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Monday, 5 February 2007
Beeswing, Richard Thompson
BEES WING by Richard Thompson
I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags
The Hawks against the Doves
I took a job in the Steamie
Down on Cauldrum Street
I fell in love with a laundry girl
Was working next to me
CHORUS:
She was a rare thing
Fine as a bees wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was running wild, she said
As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
Brown hair zig-zag round her face
And a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was an animal in her eyes
She said, young man, O can't you see
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here
I'll surely lose my mind
(CHORUS)
We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lamps and pots
And knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down
Get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth
And babies on the rug
She said O man, you foolish man
It surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world
You'll not own me as well
(CHORUS)
We was camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for frost
And I thought maybe we should
We were drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run
With the rambling itch
Last I hear she's sleeping out
Back on Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket
And a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a Gypsy caravan
Was too much settling down
And they say her flower is faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay
For the chains you refuse
She was a rare thing
Fine as a bees wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste
All of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Then I wouldn't want her any other way
RedDirtGirl posted the Lyrics, Steve requested the sounds.
Sunday, 4 February 2007
Kargyraa Moan, Paul 'Earthquake' Pena, Kongar Ool Ondar
writing, performing... Most people have heard the Steve Miller Band song 'Jet Airliner', Paul wrote it.
Listening one night to the static crackle distorting Moscow Radio, from the Soviet Union, he first heard the strange sound of throat-singers from the Soviet Republic of Tuva. He was hooked, had to know more...
He taught himself throatsinging... Went, after the collapse of the soviets, to Tuva, to hear the national singing competitions. As a musician, he was invited in, met some of the great singers, And sang! They were stunned that a westerner could sing Kargyraa, he went on stage, a blind, nervous american, and left to thunderous applause. His voice, his passion had earned him the nickname 'Earthquake' in Tuva. Paul lost his battle against diabetes and pancreatitis, on October 1st, 2005.
There's a film of his journey to Tuva, and a cd, both are called Genghis Blues.
Saturday, 3 February 2007
Love Will Tear Us Apart Again by Yat Kha
Listen to the other albums... If you ever get accused of having only mundane music tastes, Yat-Kha is the antidote!
Text below is from Yat-Kha's website
Moscow, August 2004.
This is what Albert has to say about the album.
"The influence of rock on my music and life is obvious
but anyway I’ll try to explain a bit more why I have chosen these
songs for the covers album. Actually they are relatively to what
I try to do for long time since I began to mix Tuvan music and
my singing with Western rock."
- When The Levee Breaks (Led Zeppelin).
"It is just on of my favourite band of the all time and I wanted to record more of them though who can compare with them even today?".
- Man Machine (Kraftwerk).
"Remember that time? They were very fresh and unusual between the dominance of rock and punk. Plus very progressive. It is about our relationship with machine world. Almost Folkloric."
- Ramblin’ Man (Hank Williams).
"I don¹t like when there is too much text in songs but this one is just about my self and my brothers - musicians. It is very close to our souls and spirit of freedom. Actually we are all the travellers on this planet."
- In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida (Iron Butterfly).
"Great song because it is simple I respect talented simplicity. Good voice and a guitar riff which always make me interested as a guitarist my self."
- Love Will Tear Us Apart (Joy Division).
"This band wasn¹t well known in Russia but some band made big name and good career during USSR time copying and imitating the likes of JD. I like the mood and guess our manager Jim likes them very much."
- Her Eyes Are A Blue Million Miles (Captain Beefheart).
"Of course, 20 years ago I didn¹t know about this man but when got listen it for the first time I thought that it could be me if I was born in USA at that time. But luckily I live in Siberia and like to say: "Hello!" back to those funny days."
- A Song About A Giraffe (Vladimir Vysotskiy).
"The cult figure of Soviet Culture. The actor, poet, and singer he died in 1989 but is still very popular in Russia. His songs are full of sarcasm and humour. They are about the defects of human society and full of love and pain when about native land. This song is just one of hundreds he wrote."
- Orgasmatron (Motorhead).
"I always liked music full of energy. Years ago I liked such kind of lyrics and wrote such my self. Also this is good possibility to remind to politicians who they are."
- WillYou Go, Lassie, Go? ( Mc Peake Family )
"When I played with the great Chieftains I began to like Irish music and found some similarity with some Siberian people¹s music."
- Toccata (Paul Mauriat).
"When I was little boy this melody by the French composer and conductor was played by his orchestra on Soviet T.V. and radio every Sunday and that gave us a very clear and nice holiday emotion for the whole day. This is a kind of connection to that happy time."
- Black Magic Woman (Carlos Santana version).
"One more my favourite artist. This song is somehow connected to Siberian black shaman women whom I like very much."
- Exodus (Bob Marley).
"Again, I love freedom and independence which are also possible through the movement and travels. I love to read about historical peoples movements. Plus I like Bob and reggae."
- PlayWith Fire (Rolling Stones).
"I never liked very much RS and even less The Beatles. In this song I got good motion that gave me feeling to play such riff in the style what I like."
- The Song of Mergen (Alexei Tchyrgal-ool).
"The composer Alexei Baktaevitch Tchyrgal is a great of Tuvan Symphonic music but he also wrote a number of nice songs for different ensembles and bands I am lucky enough to have been working with him and living in his neighbourhood. This song was written for the first movie about Tuva "People of Blue Rivers"."
Friday, 2 February 2007
Battle of Evermore
Queen of Light took her bow
And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morn-ing light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might
Of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder
Down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold
The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black,
The tyrant's face is red.
Oh the war is common cry,
Pick up your swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad
That mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long
The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall,
The ringwraiths ride in black,
Ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the mornin' light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back.
Bring it back.
The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes.
