Kategorie: music

Passion over Pain

Oldies but Goldies – ich habe Uriah Heep wieder ausgegraben.

Choices

I was walking alone thru a side show
With passion and pain on each side.
Something inside me was calling
For a chance to stay alive.

At the time I didn’t know what was calling
As my head was buried in grief.
Today I heard what was crying.
My FREEDOM calling me

And we all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way,
And the choice I’ve made is simple:
Passion over pain.

When I got to the end of the side show
And looked back to where I had been,
My eyes filled with teardrops of loneliness
For the ones who will never be free

And we all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way,
And the choice I’ve made is simple:
Passion over pain.

I thought of the children in the side show
As they wandered around so confused.
Some day they’ll make their decision
But which one will they choose?

And we all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way,
And the choice I’ve made is simple:
Passion over pain.

Uriah Heep: Choices https://youtu.be/XBojreRyubk

The Mystic’s Dream

The Mystic’s Dream (Loreena McKennitt)

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It’s there that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall
Nestled in the emerald moss
Eyes declare a truce of trust
And then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
Darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call, call me home

And so it’s there my homage’s due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel, feel you move
And every breath is full
So it’s there my homage’s due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you

A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It’s there that my heart is longing for
All for the love of you

“Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.” (Edward Bulwer Lytton)

Trenz and Ailanreanter among the stars

Trøllabundin

TRØLLABUNDIN (Eivør)
Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg
Galdramaður festi meg festi meg
Trøllabundin djúpt í míni sál í míni sál
Í hjartanum logar brennandi bál brennandi bál

Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg
Galdramaður festi meg festi meg
Trøllabundin inn í hjartarót í hjartarót
Eyga mítt festist har ið galdramaður stóð

Translation:
Spellbound
Spellbound I am, I am
The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me
Spellbound deep in my soul, in my soul
In my heart burns a sizzling fire, a sizzling fire

Spellbound I am, I am
The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me
Spellbound in my heart’s root, my heart’s root
My eyes gaze to where the wizard stood

Kilroy and some happy plants *g*

After reading that my orchids would be used to 12 hours of daylight in their natural habitat and considering that the plants raised here might be content with 10 hours, too, still those rainy winter days must be too short, so to speak.
They do still grow, but very very slow. So I have now decided to borrow them my lamp from my “worktable”, which has a “daylight spectrum” light in it. It is not a true plant-lamp, but it is better than a simple lightbulb and it sure is more light. If I keep it on from when I get home to when I go to bed, they do get some extra five hours each day. Am now curious if it will show any results. (If so, I might consider to buy them a plant-light)
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Of course I am secretly hoping that this will speed on the blossom that I am waiting for on the Phal. Zoro Amato. *looks innocent*

And something to watch- I stumbled across some 80’s favourites on CD lately. “Mr. Roboto” by Styx is sure one of mine. Here I found an awesome orchestra version of it on youtube:

Enjoy!