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Bastardo's Waltz
03:35
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2. |
The Waking
05:52
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I wake to sleep, I take my waking slow
I take my waking slow, I learn. I learn by going where I have to go
Now what is there to know?
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how
Who can tell us how the worm
Who can tell us how the lowly worm climbs up a winding stair?
I should know...
Great Nature has another thing to do, another thing to do to you
Another thing to do to you and me
So take the lively air
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
So close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground!
I shall walk softly there
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear
In what I cannot fear I hear, I hear my being dance from ear to ear
Go where I have to go
I learn by going where I have to go, going where I have to go
This shaking keeps me steady, I should know
I take my waking slow
I should know....
What falls away...
This shaking keeps me steady, I should know
Steady, I should know what falls
Steady, I should know what falls away
Is always. And is near.
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Mad Girl's Love Song
06:15
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If I Could Tell You
05:49
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The winds must come from somewhere when they blow
There must be reason why the leaves decay
If I could tell you I would let you know
If I could tell you I would let you know
But time will say nothing, Time will say nothing
Time will say nothing but I told you so
If we should weep when clowns put on their show
If we should stumble when musicians play
Suppose the lions all get up and go
And the brooks and soldiers run away
Will Time say nothing, will Time say nothing
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
Perhaps the roses really want to grow
Perhaps the vision intends to stay
There are no fortunes to be sold, although
Because I love you more than I can say
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5. |
Sally Dupre
06:40
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Sea changing eyes with the deep drowned glimmer
Of bar gold crumbling from sunken ships
Where the sea dwarfs creep through the streaked green shimmer
To press the gold to their glass cold lips
Sally Dupré, Sally Dupré
Eyes that are neither black nor gray
Sally Dupré, Sally Dupré
Why do you haunt me night and day
You have taken my heart but I do not know
There are too many places I must go
Too many beds where I have slept
For a night unweeping, to quit unwept
For I can drink the midnight out
For my courage and my doubt
Are a double strand of mind
They are my flesh, my bone
they are my shame and my foundation-stone
I was born to live alone
Why have you ta'en my heart from me
I am not justice nor loyalty
I am the shape of the weathercock
That all winds come to, and all winds mock
You are the sight of sea carved stone
The silent thing that can suffer alone
Easy women make lighter love
I will not carry, your cast off glove
Sally Dupré, Sally Dupré
Body and heart like seaborn spray
Sally Dupré, Sally Dupré
I can't forget you night and day
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6. |
Since I Was Begotten
03:38
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Since I was begotten my father's grown wise
But he has forgotten the wind in the skies
I shall not grow wise
Since I have been growing my uncle's got rich
He spends his time sowing a bottomless ditch
I will not grow rich
O wisdom and money, how can you requite
The honey of honey that flies in that flight?
The useless delight?
For money is sullen and wisdom is sly
But youth is the pollen that blows through the sky
And does not ask why
I will not ask why
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Out of Time (M. Fibish)
04:42
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In Marla’s role as a teacher of Irish music on the mandolin, she is often asked how one would play a slow air on the mandolin. Her answer has always been an unequivocal, “You don’t!” This tune emerged out of Marla’s mandola one day seemingly as a spontaneous admonition against rigidly held opinions. She named it for her father, Alan Fibish, who ran out of time right around then.
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September
07:34
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9. |
Warning
04:04
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When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children
For the children
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So those who know me won’t be too shocked or surprised
When I wear purple
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10. |
Bastardo Returns
00:53
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Noctambule San Francisco, California
Marla Fibish and Bruce Victor are Noctambule. They play traditional and original music in a variety of forms; poetry they have set to music, Irish tunes and songs, and instrumental compositions in traditional forms. Their music is rendered with lush beauty, sensitivity and humor on guitars in various tunings, mandola, mandolin, bouzouki, cittern, tenor guitar, and their blended voices. ... more
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