songs on the brain lately
Nov. 22nd, 2013 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kraitDug out my music and started building some playlists for the car, which I've been putting off due to the complexity involved. (True facts: I am right now using THREE computers. I took pictures.)
Once I finished burning a couple of driving CDs, though, I started poking around through all the stuff I was glad to see but that didn't end up on a disc. So much music! So long since I last heard any of it! I'd forgotten some of ~~feelings~~ attached to certain songs that I used to mainline (thank you, O Repeat button!) when in the throes of writing inspiration. (Not my standard method, but I've still used it more than once.)
Sadly, in case anyone was wondering why I've been so silent: I have written possibly 100 words in the last month or more; I'm going to spend my next day off transferring some music to my laptop, in an attempt to spur me back onto the creative track!
Can't hurt. Even if all I get out of it is a tendency to sing songs nobody recognises under my breath at work.
End result: Earworm attack!
I Am Stretched On Your Grave
I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever;
With your hands held in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together;
For I smell of the earth
And am slain by the weather.
When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head,
Calling out to the air
With tears both hot and wild:
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child.
The priests and the friars
They approach me in dread,
Because I still love you,
My love, and you're dead.
I still would be your shelter
from rain and from storm,
But with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm.
Do you remember the night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of frost,
And -- thanks be to Jesus! --
We did what was right?
And your maidenhead still
Is your pillar of light.
I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever;
With your hands held in mine,
I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together;
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather.
P.S. If anyone knows where I might find other versions of this song, I'd appreciate pointers; I have Dead Can Dance's live recording, which is awesome but I'm always up for more! (Conversely, of course, if you'd like the DCD live version for yourself, let me know via email and I'd gladly send it along!)
Once I finished burning a couple of driving CDs, though, I started poking around through all the stuff I was glad to see but that didn't end up on a disc. So much music! So long since I last heard any of it! I'd forgotten some of ~~feelings~~ attached to certain songs that I used to mainline (thank you, O Repeat button!) when in the throes of writing inspiration. (Not my standard method, but I've still used it more than once.)
Sadly, in case anyone was wondering why I've been so silent: I have written possibly 100 words in the last month or more; I'm going to spend my next day off transferring some music to my laptop, in an attempt to spur me back onto the creative track!
Can't hurt. Even if all I get out of it is a tendency to sing songs nobody recognises under my breath at work.
End result: Earworm attack!
I Am Stretched On Your Grave
I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever;
With your hands held in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together;
For I smell of the earth
And am slain by the weather.
When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head,
Calling out to the air
With tears both hot and wild:
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child.
The priests and the friars
They approach me in dread,
Because I still love you,
My love, and you're dead.
I still would be your shelter
from rain and from storm,
But with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm.
Do you remember the night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of frost,
And -- thanks be to Jesus! --
We did what was right?
And your maidenhead still
Is your pillar of light.
I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever;
With your hands held in mine,
I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together;
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather.
P.S. If anyone knows where I might find other versions of this song, I'd appreciate pointers; I have Dead Can Dance's live recording, which is awesome but I'm always up for more! (Conversely, of course, if you'd like the DCD live version for yourself, let me know via email and I'd gladly send it along!)
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