November 27th, 2006

kittyrock

Seven

ravengirl tagged me, so:

Post seven pieces of music you are into right now. No matter the genre, lyrics or no, they must simply be songs or music you're enjoying now. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to find out what they are listening to.

Hallelujah
Leonard Cohen (several versions!)

River
Madeleine Peyroux and K.D.Lang (though I love the original Joni version too)

Hymn to Her
Pretenders

Set The Fire To The Third Bar
Snow Patrol and Martha Wainwright

We'll Burn The Sky
Scorpions

Romeo and Juliet
Dire Straits

Chelsea Dagger
The Fratellis

(A fairly random selection of the songs which I'm currently enjoying.)

I tag (if they want to be tagged) thesirannon buffra bountifulpots weequine rarsberry yokospungeon and danadoodle
  • Current Music
    Donovan - Wear Your Love Like Heaven
  • Tags
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Voice Post: Welsh Incident

VoicePost
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“Welsh Incident - Robert Graves
"But that was nothing to what things came out
From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder."
"What were they? Mermaids? dragons? ghosts?"
"Nothing at all of any things like that."
"What were they, then?"
"All sorts of queer things,
Things never seen or heard or written about,
Very strange, un-Welsh, utterly peculiar
Things. Oh solid enough they seemed to touch,
Had anyone dared it. Marvellous creation,
All various shapes and sizes, and no sizes,
All new, each perfectly unlike his neighbour.
Though all came moving slowly out together."
"Describe just one of them."
"I am unable."
"What were their colours?"
"Mostly nameless colours
Colours you would like to see; but one was puce
Or perhaps more like crimson, but not purplish.
Some had no colour."
"Tell me, had they legs?"
"Not a leg nor foot among them that I saw."
"But did these things come out in any order?"
What o'clock was it? What was the day of the week?
Who else was present? How was the weather?"
"I was coming to that. It was half past three
On Easter Tuesday last. The sun was shining.
The Harlech Silver Band played Marchog Iesu
On thirty-seven shimmering instruments,
Collecting for Caernarvon's (Fever) Hospital Fund.
The populations of Pwllheli, Criccieth,
Portmadoc, Borth, Tremadoc, Penrhyndeudraeth,
Were all assembled. Criccieth's mayor addressed them
First in good Welsh and then in fluent English.
Twisting his fingers in his chain of office,
Welcoming the things. They came out on the sand,
Not keeping time to the band, moving seaward
Silently at a snail's pace. But at last
The most odd, indescribable thing of all,
Which hardly one man there could see for wonder,
Did something recognizably a something."
"Well what?"
"It made a noise."
"A frightening noise?"
"No, no."
"A musical noise? A noise of scuffling?"
"No, but a very loud, respectable noise -
Like groaning to oneself on Sunday morning
In chapel, close before the second psalm."
"What did the mayor do?"

"I was coming to that."”

Transcribed by: kairon13
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For lend_thy_voice
(apologies for the crackly quality of this - combination of cheap microphone and being too close to the microphone)