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Five Stars (Frenni Fawr)
06:13
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They lay here, prepared, in coracles of stone
To sail the racing waves, their spirits set to roam
And each is cast adrift, while anchored to the land
And in each year that past, the lark, she flew and sang
The lark in the morn, she rises off her nest
And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her breast
The lark in the morn, she whistles and she sings
And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her wings
Five ships of weathered stone, five stars upon the hill,
Five dreamers across time, five dreamers sailing still
Like all who sail the land, pale land-stars they became,
Dreamers cast adrift, for next lands to attain
The lark in the morn, she rises off her nest
And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her breast
The lark in the morn, she whistles and she sings
And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her wings
Memories they had once, of things that they had known
Harvests gathered in, and children who had grown
Lives placed into stone hulls, at the turning of their tide
Placed deep into the earth to sail the other side
The lark in the morn, she rises off her nest
And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her breast
The lark in the morn, she whistles and she sings
And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her wings
I give offerings of milk, a token of my own
As white as the soul’s sea, as white as any bone
And offerings of words, said in my foreign tongue
So different from their own, though from the same lands as they sprung
The lark in the morn, she rises off her nest
And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her breast
The lark in the morn, she whistles and she sings
And returns home in the evening with the dew upon her wings
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Can vei la lauzeta
02:48
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The Knocking
04:17
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If you’d only glance my way
I’d make the nighttime turn to day
If you’d only stand close by
I’d raise arms and I would learn to fly
If you’d only speak to me
I ‘d move the mountains to the sea
If you’d only guide my hand
I’d make diamonds from out of sand
If you’d only give me voice
I’d turn limits into a choice
If you’d only help me stand
I’d turn the clouds into the land
If you’d only make me brave
I’d bring life from out of the grave
If you’d only help me see
I’d fling doors wide and I set you free
If you’d only come to me
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4. |
Dança de la Cabras
01:13
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5. |
Force of all Changes
05:55
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Water wears down stone
Erodes all at hand,
Imperceptably slowly,
But relentless, to sand.
As things all breakdown,
As things fade away,
As things are revealed,
To be merely display.
All kings and all princes
They soon must make way
All things are passing
And nothing can stay
To the sea I’ll depart,
From the sea I’ll arise,
In this heartbeat of movement.
I swim between skies.
Why do I feel sad,
Why shed my tears?
Why pander to worry,
Or dread, or to fears?
As things all breakdown,
As things fade away,
Things are revealed,
To have had their heyday.
Rich castles and cities,
They soon must make way.
Both formless and form,
They each have their play.
To the fire I’ll depart
From the fire I’ll arise
In this heartbeat of movement
I blaze beneath skies
Each breath I breath
I draw from the air
To return it once more
To the breath we all share
As things all breakdown
As things fade away
As things are revealed
There’s no cause for dismay
Night stars and wide oceans
They soon must make way
The force of all changes
It must have its way
To the air I’ll depart
From the air I’ll arise
In this heartbeat of movement
I fly beneath skies
The touch of my fingers
The sun on my face
All things are fleeting
And leave not a trace
As things all breakdown
As things fade away
The change and the turmoil
I can’t keep at bay
High mountains and people,
They soon must make way.
For all things dissolve,
At the end of the day.
To the earth I’ll depart,
From the earth I’ll arise.
In this heartbeat of movement,
I stand beneath skies.
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6. |
Dança Matinada
01:07
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7. |
Marriage Bed
05:46
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I, my friend, am weeping
Is it in joy, or is it in pain?
My fingers clench in subtile grief
For things so different, yet the same
I sense a key, but where’s the door?
What comes anew? What was before?
And mystery once more I thee wed
And bring thee to my marriage bed
You, my friend, are weeping
Is it in joy, or is it in pain?
Here we stand twixt Earth and Sky
Knowing we can not explain
But I’ve your hand like times before
We found ourselves on foreign shore
Lands anew, we’ve found again
Though stars familiar do remain
I my friend am laughing
Is it in pain, or is it in joy?
Sensed with utmost open bliss
Things long past I now deploy
In our hands we hold the line
As past and future realine
To take up their allotted space
Within this ancient nuptial place
You, my friend, are laugh-ing
Is it in pain, or is it in joy?
The rational must be put aside
Knowing is all I can employ
Sun and Moon both kiss our brow
And whisper they all things allow
Past and future do unite
Upon this endless wedding night
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9. |
Ai Lemozi
06:04
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A! Lemozin, francha terra cortesa,
Molt me sap bo qar tals honors vos creis,
Qe jois e pretz e deportz e gaiesa,
Cortesia e solatz e dompneis
S'en ven a nos; e·l cor estei anceis!
Be·s deu gardar qi a druz se depeis
Per qals obras deu esser dompna qesa:
Dos e servirs e garnirs e largesa
Noiris amors com fai l'aiga los peis,
Enseingnamenz e valors e proesa
Armas e cortz, e guerras e torneis.
E qui pros es ni de proesa·s feis,
Mal estara s'aoras non pareis,
Pos Na Guiscarda nos es sai tramesa.
Ah Limozi, noble and courteous country,
How good is the knowledge that you hold to honour,
That joy and prowess and deportment and gaiety,
Conversation, fine graces and respect to women
come to us, so in our hearts they may dwell.
It should be pondered upon, by those who are devoted to love,
By what fine deeds a woman must be won.
Service and gifts, and fine clothing and riches,
These nourish love, as water nourishes the fish
Gracious behaviour and valour and worth
Fighting and courts and tourneys and war
And he who is virtuous, made of excellence
Will stand untoward if he does not appear so
Because Lady Guiscarda has now been sent to us
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10. |
Ja Mais Non Er
02:09
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11. |
All The Time
02:58
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There’s foolish wisdom that seems to abide
In every quarter across the world wide
Straw is not gold, and piss is not wine
Though many will tell you that they are, all the time
To look with eyes shut is not viewed a crime
Water is dry they say, heat it is cold
And if you argue, you better be bold
Up is not down, and clean is not grime
Though many will tell you that they are, all the time
To think with minds closed is not viewed a crime
Greed it is noble and caring is weak
The princes of power, that’s how they speak
A trump’s not a trumpet, debased’s not divine
Though many will tell you that they are, all the time
To give with hands closed is not viewed a crime
Plunder for profit, with no sense of shame
Add mock contrition, to oil the game
Control is not freedom, besmirched is not shine
Though many will tell you that they are, all the time
To live with life closed is not viewed a crime
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12. |
S'anc fui Belha
03:23
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13. |
Dança de Nou Dia
03:42
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14. |
The Space Between
04:15
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I noch an arrow in my bow
And aim it where I seek to go,
And lose the shaft and I give it flight,
To watch it fail, an awful sight.
Completely is my target missed,
It is not by my arrow kissed.
I failed by lack of skill, not might,
And that then is my sorry plight.
While in the air, its free of care,
I fletched in hope, my aim was square.
But miss the mark, and I miss it wide,
I watch if past my target glide.
Connection with my aim I try,
That’s why I let my arrow fly,
But in between the string and ground,
Liminal, it’s space is found.
I learned to talk when I was young,
Share meaning with my inept tongue.
Connect, with words so clear and true,
Was what I really tried to do.
But words are fickle things at best,
Which put us to a dreadful test.
We strive to make our meaning clear,
To land straight as the others hear.
I say a thing, and my aim is bright,
But in the air the words change flight,
And they land asquew and not foresquare,
Instead of mend, they rend and tear.
Connection from my words I try,
That’s why I let my phrases fly,
But in between the thought and sound,
Liminal, their space is found.
Though born we were, and pass we will,
We walk the space between them still,
And aim our words and our deeds with care,
And watch them land, for ill or fair.
We each into our lives are loosed,
By unseen bowstrings, from our roost,
To set us out upon our course,
Propelled by unseen divine force.
We live within the gap of things,
While life, to us, it’s wonders bring.
The space between, is always home,
However far we try to roam.
Connections from our paths we try,
That’s why we set our intent fly,
But in between, while outward bound,
Liminal, their space is found.
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Nicholas Breeze Wood UK
Multi instrumentalist singer-songwriter drawing on Rock, Arabic and Medieval music, using instruments from all those traditions
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