2006 LUGHNASADH/IMBOLC MUSIC ENTRIES

[Crow]

Notice: Please post your music for the current Eisteddfod here. All entries must be original material. For those who may require technical assistance or help with uploading music files to the site, please contact Selene.

[Azrienoch]

I'd entered the lyrical half of this last eisteddfod, but now the musical bit is done, so I'm entering that.  The song uses two obvious clips from the Beatles' song, "Hey Jude," with original accompaniment, and the rest is original.  I'll post the lyrics below the link.


Hello Jude
This link should take you to a Quicktime player, or it may open up the song for download.  I'm not sure which it will do for you.

A particular problem stood in Jude’s way
On the particular morning of a particular June day.
Jude was visited by two visitors from Mars
Who came to collect Jude and a few particulars
About a habitat where Jude would live happily.
Their names were Gleep-Gleeb and Garb, respectfully.
(If I pronounced how they really are said, I dare say,
My tounge would twist and fall off in a particular way.)
The two were really one Martian, as a matter of faction;
Fused together to make Jude their latest attraction
At the San Martiago Zoo, next to the keeznit cage.
(But don’t worry, it’s vacant as keeznit curdle is all the rage.)

On any other day, Jude would have liked his new land,
But today he was to meet John, from a particular U. K. band,
To sign his name on Jude’s copy of their latest hit,
So of course he’d rather do that than wear curdled keeznit.

Gleep-Gleeb and Garb didn’t understand what Jude tried to say
So they ignored Jude’s pleas and took him away anyway,
Saying, “Glee snood kon fard sen dish hoobershnoo;”
Meaning, “If I were a lamp-post I might eat a shoe.”
(I know. Like you, it doesn’t make much sense to me.
But to them, most lamp-posts are members of high society.)
After much pleading from his peculiar cage-shaped hexagon,
Gleep-Gleeb and Garb agreed to let Jude write to John.

“Dear John, I’m sorry I missed our appointment the other day,
But I’m afraid I’ve been kidnapped and taken far, far away
To the San Martiago Zoo and put on exhibit
Next to the keeznit cage and across from the glibbit.
The glibbit taunts me and I’m afraid for my life.
Best wishes, Jude. P. S., Say hello to your wife.”

John tried to write back but with no return address
So he made it a song that hailed much success.
“Hey Jude, don’t be afraid. You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin, you begin to make it better.”

Jude didn’t think John particularly understood
But he took the advice; John was one hoopy frood.
Jude shouted to the glibbit, “If you want me, come and get me!”
The glibbit hobbled over like a one-legged chimpanzee
Because she did indeed only have one right leg.
The other was a left one. Jude reconsidered and began to beg,
“I’ve changed my mind. Why not stay where you are?
Or better yet, back up – less near and more far.”

The glibbit kept coming. It didn’t know any English.
As it reached out for him, Jude made one last wish.
“I wish I could see Earth, my home, once again.
I’d go and see John,” he said, as the glibbit crawled under his skin.
“I’d tell him, ‘Thanks, but –” he felt it curl in a ball,
“ You were wrong. This isn’t any better at all.”

[Azrienoch]

I've been trying to record this song for 6 years, but it's never come out the way I wanted it.  Recently, a friend offered to do the female part and I think it started to come together.  Anyway, this is what we ended up with.  Everything in this is original, and the lyrics are included below the link.

Dear Diary
This link should take you to a Quicktime player, or it may open up the song for download.  I'm not sure which it will do for you.

Dear Diary,
I just blushed when he looked at me and smiled!
Wrong or right?
I don't care, I hope he calls tonight.
She's not picture perfect,
But each stroke will set her free.
It's her life, a painting of her history.
Such an innocent song, such a niave melody
It's her life, her very own symphony.
Dear Diary,
How could this happen to someone like me?
Into the back of his car I was shoved.
I screamed, "No! This isn't love."
She's not picture perfect,
But each stroke will set her free.
It's her life, a painting of her history.
Such an innocent song, such a niave melody.
It's her life, her very own symphony.
She couldn't take the guilt,
It's not her fault, but it's what she felt.
So, she committed suicide.
Painted a tragedy,
Her very own symphony
Composed, overdosed, and then she died.
She's not picture perfect,
But each stroke will set her free.
It's her life, a painting of her history.
Such an innocent song, such a niave melody.
It's her life, her very own symphony.

[mountainwoman]

Hello all

I am not familiar with the codes and things that make links clickable and pages attractive.  The following is the link Selene kindly provided for my song.

http://www.druidry.org/board/Sounds/OhMyWoe-SilentSound.mp3

I entered this particular song because I felt it summed up pretty well the feeling I get from being among you and studying the Bardic grade gwersi. I am honoured to share it with you.



Song title: Oh, my woe!

Lyrics:

I look for the light of day
   Day-o-day I look for the sun
Oh, oh, my woe
   But I walk in the darkness, gotta walk, gotta walk
The comfort of daylight keeps sorrow at bay
   Oh, my, oh, my, sorrow at bay
Oh, my woe

Chorus -

Old questions, old answers, for new ones I long,
    New, same old song, I look for the sun
Oh, oh, my woe
    But I walk in the darkness, gotta walk, gotta walk
My heart will not rest until they have been found
    Oh, my, oh, my, they have been found
Oh, my woe

Chorus -

Tag: If I find them, can I tell you, if you do will you say?
      And together, in the sunlight we'll laugh darkness away.

Words, Music and Lead vocal: Mountainwoman
Back vocal: Alan Brown
Bass: Suzanne Ungar
Drums: Gordie Adamson

[Hengist]

Greetings all,

Native Cry

This is something I composed and recorded recently. The link below will take you to a page that gives a brief description of the thoughts that inspired it. Clicking on the mp3 button will download it, please bear in mind it's a 16.1mb file, sorry about that, so it takes a couple of minutes to download.

http://www.hengist.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/nativecry.html

With Peace and Blessings,

Hengist

[Explorer]

<b>my name is Lugh</b>
(by ...eh.. me ;-))

In honour of that poor dude who gets slaughtered every year and in who's name we have this feast!
<li><A HREF="http://www.xs4all.nl/~nvermaas/sounds/MyNameIsLugh.mp3">MyNameIsLugh.mp3</A>

<u>The Lyrics:</u>
<b>My Name Is Lugh</b>

I walked out on a sunny day, when I met this guy stepping out from behind of a sheaf of wheat
(He said) I wanna have a word with you, come here sit down, we'll share a horn of mead

(he said) it's pretty damn hard being a sun god, cause there's always work to be done (except when it rains)
The green dude gets the girl all the time and all that I get is a sickle in my neck

(he said)
 hey you, how do you do, hey you, pleased to meet you
 hey you, how do you do, hey you, my name is lugh

(he said) On the other hand I'll be born again, I go down as a hare and get back as a hare.
Sacrifice doesn't mean a thing if it ain't good for something, and this case it is, you know. It's kind of okay.

Now let go of all your trouble and enjoy the sunshine for a minute here with me.
the harvest is brought in, it's done, complete, just be

(refr)

(he said)
Have you met my better half? You know the lovely lady in white dress with the red hair.
She's a kind of a threefold split personality, so you really don't want to mess with her (and don't tell her I said that okay?)

Her sense humor sometimes kind of kills me, she likes to eat me like a grain.
Well, I guess that every couple has their good days and bad days, so its also kind of okay

Refr:

(he said)
Yeah, sometimes they call me by other names. And sometimes I'm the one who takes the sacrifice.
Yeah, I guess sometimes I'm the green dude, but that's a story for beltaine

But don't mention that to anyone cause I always get these strange looks. (Perhaps it's the horns, you know what I mean.)
Because now it is Lughnasadh, my day, a good time to die for you.

[Ki No Ronin]

Hello all

I am not familiar with the codes and things that make links clickable and pages attractive.  The following is the link Selene kindly provided for my song.

http://www.druidry.org/board/Sounds/OhMyWoe-SilentSound.mp3

I entered this particular song because I felt it summed up pretty well the feeling I get from being among you and studying the Bardic grade gwersi. I am honoured to share it with you.



Song title: Oh, my woe!

Lyrics:

And I liked this Song as well.

KNR