1. |
Freight Train
03:18
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2. |
Cold Song
05:29
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3. |
Invitation to the Voyage
05:45
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Invitation to the Voyage
(Charles Baudelaire)
My sister, my child
How sweet and how mild
It would be to go there, we two
To live for the day,
To love and to die
In the land that resembles you!
For the wet suns there
In that watery air
Have a magic I always hold dear,
A secret that lies
In your dangerous eyes
And shines through the veil of your tears
There all is beauty, all is measure,
Richness, serenity and pleasure
In our quiet room
The tables would gleam
With the polish of sedulous years;
Rare flowers, vague amber,
Pervading our chamber
Would mingle their scents in the air;
The ornate ceilings,
And mirrors revealing
The boundless splendour of the east
Would whisper in secret
Their news to the spirit
In its own gentle native speech
There all is beauty, all is measure,
Richness, serenity and pleasure
Ships made to plough the deep
See where they lie asleep
In these canals with canvas furled
It is to satisfy
Your slightest wish that they
Have come from the ends of the world.
See, from the glowing west
The setting sun has dressed
Canals and fields in its soft gown
Of hyacinth and gold,
As that warm light enfolds
The quiet country and the sleeping town.
There all is beauty, all is measure,
Richness, serenity and pleasure
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4. |
Rye Whiskey
06:33
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Rye Whiskey
(Traditional)
On top of yon mountain
I wandered alone,
Drunk as the devil
and a long ways from home
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey,
Rye whiskey, I cry ;
If I don’t get rye whiskey,
I surely will die
I went on youn mountain;
I set on a log,
My liquor jug beside me
And sicker than a dog.
Poor drunkard, poor drunkard,
How bad I do feel ;
Poor drunkard, poor drunkard,
How bad I do feel.
I’m a-going on yon mountain,
I’ll build me a still;
I’ll make you a gallon
For a two dollar bill.
Poor drunkard, poor drunkard,
How bad I do feel ;
Poor drunkard, poor drunkard,
How bad I do feel.
If the ocean was whiskey
And I was a duck,
I’d dive to the bottom
And drink my way up.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey,
Rye whiskey, I cry ;
If I don’t get rye whiskey,
I surely will die
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5. |
The Willow Song
05:08
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Willow Song
(Anonymous)
The poor soul sat sighing
By a sycamore tree,
Sing willow, willow, willow,
With her hand in her bosom
And her head upon her knee,
Oh, willow, willow, willow,
Oh, willow, willow, willow,
Shall be my garland.
She sighed in her singing
And made a great moan,
Sing willow, willow, willow,
I am dead to all pleasure,
My true love he is gone
Oh, willow, willow, willow,
Oh, willow, willow, willow,
Shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow,
Willow, willow, willow
Aye me, the green willow
Must be my garland.
The fresh streams ran by her
And mumur’d her moans
Sing willow, willow, willow,
Her salt tears fell from her
And soften’d the stones.
Oh, willow, willow, willow,
Oh, willow, willow, willow,
Shall be my garland.
Come all you forsaken
And mourn you with me.
Sing willow, willow, willow,
Who speaks of a false love?
Mine's falser yet than she.
Oh, willow, willow, willow,
Oh, willow, willow, willow,
Shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow,
Willow, willow, willow
Aye me, the green willow
Must be my garland.
Sing all a green willow,
Willow, willow, willow
Aye me, the green willow
Must be my garland.
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6. |
Go Dig My Grave
04:43
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Go Dig My Grave
(Traditional)
Well I be gone these lonesome days
I’ll return again, here’s what I’ll say
Go dig my grave both wide and deep
Place a marble stone at my head and my feet
O Lord O Lord O Lordie me!
She went upstairs to make her bed
and not one word to her mama said
Her mama she went upstairs too
says ‘Daughter, oh daughter what troubles you’
‘Oh mama dear, I cannot tell
that railroad boy I love so well.
He courted me, my love away
and now with me he will not stay.’
O Lord O Lord O Lordie me!
Her papa he come home from work
says ‘Where’s my daughter, she seems so hurt’
He went upstairs just to give her hope
And he found her hanging from a rope
O Lord O Lord O Lordie me!
He took his knife and he cut her down
and in her bosom these words he found
‘Go dig my grave both wide and deep
Place a marble stone at my head and feet
and on my breast put s snow white dove
to tell this world I died for love
O Lord O Lord O Lordie me!
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7. |
Lilac Wine
03:09
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Lilac Wine
(James Shelton)
I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you
Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love
Listen to me, I cannot see clearly
Isn't that he, coming to me nearly here?
Lilac Wine, I feel unready for my love
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8. |
Wilderness
02:43
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Wilderness
(Ian Curtis, Peter Hook, Stephen Morris and Bernard Sumner)
I travelled far and wide through many different times
What did you see there?
I saw the saints with their toys
What did you see there?
I saw all knowledge destroyed
I travelled far and wide through many different times
I travelled far and wide through prisons of the cross
What did you see there?
The power and glory of sin
What did you see there?
The blood of Christ on their skins
I travelled far and wide through many different times
I travelled far and wide and unknown martyrs died
What did you see there?
I saw the one sided trials
What did you see there?
I saw the tears as they cried
They had tears in their eyes
Tears in their eyes
Tears in their eyes
Tears in their eyes
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9. |
The Three Ravens
04:11
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The Three Ravens
(Old English folk ballad)
There were three Ravens sat on a tree
Downe a downe, hay downe, hay downe
They were as blacke as blacke could be
with a downe
Then one of them said to his mate,
Where shall we our breakefast take
With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe
Downe in yonder greene field,
There lies a Knight slain under his shield
His hounds they lie downe at his feete
So well do they their Master keepe
His Hawkes they flie so eagerly,
There's no fowle that dare him come nie
Downe there comes a fallow Doe,
As great with yong as she might go
She lifted up his bloody head
And kiss'd his wounds that were so red
She got him up upon her backe
And carried him to earthen lake.
She buried him before the prime
She was dead her self ere even song time
God sent every gentleman,
Such hawkes, such hounds, and such a leman.
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10. |
Perfect Day
04:07
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Perfect Day
(Lou Reed)
Just a perfect day
Drink Sangria in the park
And then later
When it gets dark, we go home
Just a perfect day
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later
A movie, too, and then home
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It's such fun
Just a perfect day
You made me forget myself
I thought I was
Someone else, someone good
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
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Susanna Oslo, Norway
The Norwegian artist Susanna has released albums as Susanna and the Magical Orchestra/Susanna/Susanna Wallumrød since 2004 on labels like Rune Grammofon/ECM/Grappa Musikkforlag and since 2011 on her own label SusannaSonata. Critically acclaimed for both her own songs and her highly personal interpretations of other people's songs. ... more
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