What are you listening to?

My young son tells me that this battle cost 80 men per FOOT of ground gained.

And he looks at me with real tears in his eyes, Soul hurt, and asks is it really this stupid? Where are all the real people? THEY were there, WHY did they do this?

I cry, not an Adept.


Hi Azur,

You're not alone mate, this chokes me up every time.....




When I was little I used to drive my Grandparents mad - all I wanted to do when I grew up was go to World War II.

And your son has terribly good taste in music, does he listen to Maiden's 'old' stuff as well?

Oh for the days of intelligent lyrics........


Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale.
Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings.
And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on.
The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.
Sailing on and on and north across the sea
Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm.
The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.
And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me.
"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."
There calls the mariner
There comes a ship over the line
BUt how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide.
See...onward she comes
Onward she nears out of the sun
See, she has no crew
She has no life, wait but here's two.
Death and she Life in Death,
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then, crew one by one
they drop down dead, two hundred men
She, she, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.
"One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
each turned his face with a ghastly pang
and cursed me with his eye
four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one."
The curse it lives on in their eyes
The mariner wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.
and by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too.
Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.
Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they're lifeless in their eyes
And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.
Now the curse is finally lifted
And the mariner sights his home
spirits go fromhe long dead bodies
Form their own light and the mariner's left alone.
And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit,
Penance of life will fall onto him.
And the ship sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins.
The mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell this tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.
And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on.




Sympatico

J
 
Shinedown - How Did You Love (acoustic)

I'm a mess tonight. Having just a rare while for venting out while solo raising my son for years and constantly fighting to keep for him everything thats alive in him - not like in my own childhood, syntetic as it unveils recently...
 
Hi Azur,

You're not alone mate, this chokes me up every time.....

[...]

When I was little I used to drive my Grandparents mad - all I wanted to do when I grew up was go to World War II.

And your son has terribly good taste in music, does he listen to Maiden's 'old' stuff as well?

Oh for the days of intelligent lyrics........

[...]


Sympatico

J

I decided to bring my son to some of these old bands that were still touring. A select few. Maybe it was more for me, but I wanted to see who was still out there carrying a message. It was trifling.

He was 15, not quite ready to understand my problem of how things had changed. And how Bards had gone by the wayside.

Over 2 years, we saw some big names, and small names, but all were met with so many different kinds of people, of all ages that could hear, and wanted to be with same.

He saw more than I thought he would. He renewed my eyes. And my hope.
 
The beautiful voice and the amazing talent of Loreena McKennit. I knew of her back in the day, especially with her song "The Mummer's Dance", but other than that song, I never really paid that much attention to her. I recently discovered her again and never realised how truly gifted she is! (By the way, I just realised you just posted her above!)

 
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