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Fragments
06:14
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Gavriniz
05:27
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As I Roved Out
04:54
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Who are you, my pretty fair maid,
Who are you, me honey?
And who are you, my pretty fair maid,
And who are you, me honey?
She answered me quite modestly, I am me mother's darling
And will you come to me mother's house,
When the moon is shining clearly?
And will you come to me mother's house
When the moon is shining clearly?
I'll open the door and I'll let you in
And divil 'o one will hear us
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
She opened the door and she let me in and divil the one did hear us
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And led him to the stable
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And led him to the stable
Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse,
To eat it if he's able"
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
Led me to the table
Then she took me by the lily-white hand
Led me to the table
Saying "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
To drink if he is able"
Then I got up and I made the bed
I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and I made the bed
I made it nice and aisy
The I got up and I laid her down
Saying "Lassie, are you able? "
And there we lay till the break of day
Divil the one did hear us
And there we lay till the break of day
And divil the one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying "Lassie, I must leave you"
And when will you return again
When will we get married?
And when will you return again
When will we get married?
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might then get married
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Inscription
04:25
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6. |
The Butterfly
05:47
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She Won't Call Twice
05:40
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They say she tells a distant scream in a storm
They say her glint breaks into shards
They say her nostrils smell the dangers that com
Her skin can recognize the hazards
They say she knows the different powers of grass
Her voice can bend any man's knee
Her throat can drink for you and let your thirst pass
And dries out any will to flee
It's absurd
But I've heard
Don't say a word
Blue seabird
Again it occurred
I'm prisoner
Blonde traveller
Enticer
She Won't Call Twice
Her mouth is uttering a deifying cry
It doesn't seem to hard your ears
But draw the curtains, it is not the day dying
Only my sight that disappears
It's absurd
But I've heard
Don't say a word
Blue seabird
Again it occurred
I'm prisoner
Blonde traveller
Enticer
She Won't Call Twice
May I surrender
Quick silver
Night Huntress
Sleepwalker
Faint Actrees
Dumb mocker
A messenger
Day Bringer
She Won't Call Twice
Won't Call Twice
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8. |
Windy Mornings
05:53
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Gi'e me a Lass with a Lump of Land,
And we for Life shall gang thegither,
Tho' daft or wise, I'll ne'er demand,
Or black or fair, it maksna whether.
I'm aff with Wit, and Beauty will fade,
And blood alane is na worth a Shilling
But she that's rich, her Market's made,
For ilka Charm about her is killing.
Gi'e me a Lass with a Lump of Land,
And in my Bosom I'll hug my Treasure;
Gin I had anes her Gear in my Hand,
Should Love turn dowf, it will find Pleasure.
Laugh on wha likes, but there's my Hand,
I hate with Poortith, tho' bonny, to meddle,
Unless they bring Cash, or a Lump of Land,
They'll never get me to dance to their Fiddle.
Gi'e me a Lass with a Lump of Land,
And we for Life shall gang thegither,
Tho' daft or wise, I'll ne'er demand,
Or black or fair, it maksna whether.
I'm aff with Wit, and Beauty will fade,
And blood alane is na worth a Shilling
But she that's rich, her Market's made,
For ilka Charm about her is killing.
There's meikle good Love in Bands and Bags,
And Siller and Gowd's a sweet Complexion;
But Beauty and Wit, and Virtue in Rags,
Have tint the Art of gaining Affection:
Love tips his Arrows with Woods and Parks,
And Castles and Riggs, and Muirs and Meadows,
And naithing can catch our modern Sparks,
But well-tocher'd Lasses or joynter'd Widows.
Gi'e me a Lass with a Lump of Land,
And we for Life shall gang thegither,
Tho' daft or wise, I'll ne'er demand,
Or black or fair, it maksna whether.
I'm aff with Wit, and Beauty will fade,
And blood alane is na worth a Shilling
But she that's rich, her Market's made,
For ilka Charm about her is killing.
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10. |
Second Awakening
07:26
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Fragment Rome, Italy
Fragment’s music is the outcome of the encounter of different musical aptitudes, a kaleidoscopic reinterpretation of irish
and scottish cultural heritage and a means to explore the connections with modern musical trends.
These premises have limitless creative possibilities.
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