When i was 14 i tried to learn this song on guitar, man 10 years on i can actually do it some justice haha some people learn fast but not me 😅 but the fact that i was a girl when i started and a woman now i can play all these songs i loved, its just a real feeling of bliss i never committed to anything as long as this guitar, put it down for months and forget it for some time but kept going back and now im good, I thank God i found such great artists and such a great movie, it really changed the way i see life, i was in love with this sound track and movie bc i was just like that strange boy 😂 and that movie made me Love wes anderson films haha 😂 dang i feel like im chatting to an old friend listening to this song haha, reminiscing about the good days n how life has changed a bit now but things are still good just not as awesome.
She has leaned her back up against a thorn, The sun shines down on Carlisle wall; Then she has a bonny babe born And the lion shall be lord of all. She laid him beneath some marble stone, Thinking to go a maiden home. As she was going to the church She saw that pretty babe in the porch. O bonny babe, if you were mine, I’d dress you up in the silk so fine. O mother mine, when I was thine, I didn't see any of your silk so fine. O bonny babe, pray tell to me The sort of death I shall have to die? Seven years a fish, fish in the flood; Seven years a bird in the wood; Seven years a tongue to the warning bell; Seven years in the flames of Hell. Welcome, welcome, fish in the flood; Welcome, welcome bird in the wood, And welcome, tongue to the warning bell; But God keep me from the flames of Hell.
this always gives me such a lonely feeling, like being on a field at dusk and thinking about the golden times that can never come back (especially in the first 20 seconds of the song)
The storm came and tore leaves down And the branches ached out loud Like they were screaming All night the wind took hold And shook this hollow house And woke the demons And I knew I wasn't right in the head The letter hadn't come The one you sent before you had to leave me And I'm never going to know what it said Some things are secrets people die with Some things are secrets people die with At first light a lonesome bird Sang a song of brooding pain To fain believing And I thought about the way We learn to carry on through the grieving And the leaves still cling to the evergreens Some things...
Ok how did Sandy, the Lady, come across Ned Washington's title track, from the 1957 movie? She did this cover in March 1967 with Johnny Silvo and no prior cover since 1959 and her version is only loosely tied to the original song (first line?). Richie Havens did a version in 1968. They say the life of man is made up of four seasons And springtime finds him young and planting his grain And then the summer comes bringing warm rains of reason And time to reap his crop of heartache and pain
the writer of the Pass of Arms soundtrack, Peter Elford, passed away in 2005., and Sandy Denny's performance here is stunning. Reminds me of the power in John in the Gun.
Tous ces commentaires vanant d'Espagne me touchent... jeme rappelle...Pamplona, San fermin 198?0?.. La Ciudadela, à l'époque, en partie un terrain vague où se cachaient les amoureux, (comme disait Carlos "quel autre endroit, sans argent et une famille pas compréhensive ?) Et les haut parleurs de la fête foraine qui diffusait Gwendal... et Gwendal dans les bars et les Navarrais qui dansaient sur leur musique... Il y a qq années en regardant la pochette d'un CD de Stivel j'ai vu le nom et la photo de Robert Le Gall... j'ai appris qu'il était le bassiste de Gwendal. Robert mon voisin de table en 5ème au collège. Il était passionné de musique et des Beatles et de son papa plongeur démineur à Brest. J'ai encore les paroles de Yesterday qu'il m'avait passé... une vie aussi a passé.. Carlos est mort, Juan le père de ma fille aussi... Mari est allée aux San Fermin l'année dernière, elle n'a pas retouvé les fêtes de sa jeunesse trop de touristes qui font n'importe quoi... et plus de musique de Gwendal... reste mes souvenirs et mes 33 tours...
I first heard her in the hopeful '60s -- I am 84 years old -- and from that first moment knew hers as the most exquisitely beautiful human voice I would ever hear. It has always seemed to me it was as if she were reincarnated from some unfathomably ancient past to give us a haunting glimpse of the indescribable loveliness we have lost to patriarchy -- that her life was so tragically short because she found the intensifying darkness of this dreadful era ultimately unbearable.
In this, "Mirage," Shelagh speaks prophecy with the voice of the Goddess herself, infinitely more powerful than Jackson Browne's "Before the Deluge." Blessed be....
I was trying to find this song for years. I tried various apps and websites that recognizes songs by hummings, I tried remembering the lyrics, but nothing was found. I'm really grateful to have stumbled upon this song again, it feels I have been choosen again after a long time. 🥰
I wish this to play while I'm in a small rural town in a south asian country while it's raining and I'm watching the sun create a sad pattern in the sky while it's sets.
Well I never heard that one before. I found it interestingly different with a bass and extra guitar? But I personally prefer the version Sandy recorded at her home around 1966/67 of just herself singing and playing her acoustic guitar, Sandy voice on that earlier recording is as clear as a bell. For me some of those home recording while very basic and striped down were some of Sandy's finest moments ever recorded. We are so lucky that we have them to listen to and remember her by!
