My spiritual exercises
srijeda, 30.11.2016.
THE LAST, BUT NOT LEAST
Last but not least – song in 60s Walker Brothers style, reminding bit of „Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore“.
THE PAST
THE DEBT IS PAYED
THE VERDICT SAID
THE FURIES LAID
THE PLAGUE IS STAYED (ALL FORTUNES MADE)
TURN THE KEY AND BOLT THE DOOR
SWEET IS DEATH FOREVERMORE
NO HAUGHTY HOPE, NOR SWART CHAGRIN
NOR MURDERING HATE, CAN ENTER IN
ALL IS NOW SECURE AND FAST
NOT THE GODS CAN SHAKE THE PAST
FLIES-TO THE ADAMANTINE DOOR
BOLTED DOWN FOREVERMORE
NO ONE CAN RE-ENTER THERE
NO THIEF SO POLITIC, NOR BILLIONARE
NO SATAN WITH A ROYAL TRICK
STEAL IN BY WINDOW, HOLE OR CHINK
TO BIND OR UNBIND, ADD WHAT LACKED
INSERT A LEAF, OR FORGE A NAME
NEW-FACE OR FINISH, WHAT IS PACKED
ALTER OR MEND ETERNAL FACT
[according to the poem „The Past“ by Ralph Waldo Emerson, music by val3
5 BONUS TRACKS
THE BEST-BELOVED NIGHT
I HEARD THE TRAILING GARMENTS OF THE NIGHT
I SAW HER SABLE SKIRTS ALL FRINGED WITH LIGHT
SWEEP THROUGH HER MARBLE HALLS
FROM THE CELESTIAL WALLS
I FELT HER PRESENCE, BY ITS SPELL OF MIGHT
THE CALM, MAJESTIC PRESENCE OF THE NIGHT
STOOP O'ER ME FROM ABOVE
AS OF THE ONE I LOVE
I HEARD THE SOUNDS OF SORROW AND DELIGHT
THAT FILLED THE HAUNTED CHAMBERS OF THE NIGHT
THE MANIFOLD, SOFT CHIMES
LIKE SOME OLD POET'S RHYMES
FROM THE COOL CISTERNS OF THE MIDNIGHT AIR
FOUNTAIN OF PERPETUAL PEACE FLOWS THERE
MY SPIRIT DRANK REPOSE
FROM THESE DEEP CISTERNS FLOWS
O HOLY NIGHT, FROM YOU I LEARN TO BEAR
YOU LAY YOUR FINGER ON THE LIPS OF CARE
WHAT MAN HAS BORNE BEFORE
AND THEY COMPLAIN NO MORE
PEACE, PEACE, ORESTES-LIKE I BREATHE THIS PRAYER
THE WELCOME, THRICE-PRAYED FOR, THE MOST FAIR
DESCEND WITH BROAD-WINGED FLIGHT
THE BEST-BELOVED NIGHT
[according to the poem „Hymn to Night“ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
music by val3]
READ TO ME SOME POEM
I SEE THE LIGHTS OF THE VILLAGE
GLEAM THROUGH THE RAIN AND MIST
AND A FEELING OF SADNESS COMES O'ER ME
THAT MY SOUL CAN'T RESIST
A FEELING OF SADNESS AND LONGING
THAT IS NOT AKIN TO PAIN
RESEMBLES SORROW ONLY
AS THE MIST RESEMBLES THE RAIN
COME, READ ME SOME POEM
SOME SIMPLE AND HEARTFELT LAY
THAT SHALL SOOTHE THIS RESTLESS FEELING
AND BANISH THE THOUGHTS OF DAY
NOT FROM THE GRAND OLD MASTERS
NOT FROM THE BARDS SUBLIME
WHOSE DISTANT FOOTSTEPS ECHO
THROUGH CORRIDORS OF THE TIME
FOR, LIKE STRAINS OF MARTIAL MUSIC
THEIR MIGHTY THOUGHTS SUGGEST
LIFE'S ENDLESS TOIL AND ENDEAVOR
AND TONIGHT I LONG FOR REST
READ FROM SOME HUMBLER POET
WHOSE SONGS GUSHED FROM HIS HEART
AS SHOWERS FROM THE CLOUDS OF SUMMER
OR TEARS FROM THE EYELIDS START
WHO, THROUGH LONG DAYS OF LABOR
AND NIGHTS DEVOID OF EASE
STILL HEARD IN HIS SOUL MUSIC
OF WONDERFUL MELODIES
SUCH SONGS HAVE POWER TO QUIET
THE RESTLESS PULSE OF CARE
AND COME LIKE BENEDICTION
THAT FOLLOWS AFTER A PRAYER
THEN READ FROM THE TREASURED VOLUME
THE POEM OF YOUR CHOICE
AND LEND TO THE RHYME OF POET
THE BEAUTY OF YOUR VOICE
[according to the poem „The Day is Done“ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
music by val3]
CURFEW BELL
SOLEMNLY MOURNFULLY
DEALING ITS DOLE
THE CURFEW BELL
IS BEGINNING TO TOLL
COVER THE EMBERS
AND PUT OUT THE LIGHT
TOIL COMES WITH MORNING
AND REST WITH NIGHT
DARK GROW THE WINDOWS
AND QUENCHED IS THE FIRE
SOUNDS FADE IN SILENCE
ALL FOOTSTEPS RETIRE
NO VOICE IN CHAMBERS
NO SOUND IN THE HALL
SLEEP AND OBLIVION
REIGN OVER ALL
SOLEMNLY MOURNFULLY
DEALING ITS DOLE
THE CURFEW BELL
IS BEGINNING TO TOLL
DIM GROW ITS FANCIES
FORGOTTEN THEY LIE
LIKE COALS IN THE ASHES
THEY DARKEN AND DIE
SONG SINKS IN SILENCE
THE STORY IS TOLD
THE WINDOWS ARE DARKENED
THE HARTHSTONE IS COLD
DARKER AND DARKER
THE BLACK SHADOWS FALL
SLEEP AND OBLIVION
REIGN OVER ALL
SOLEMNLY MOURNFULLY
DEALING ITS DOLE
THE CURFEW BELL
IS BEGINNING TO TOLL
[according to the poem „Curfew“ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
music by val3]
A BOLDER ONE
YOU CANNOT PRICK WITH SAW
NOR PIERCE WITH SCIMITAR
TWO BODIES THEREFORE BE
BIND ONE, THE OTHER FLEE
NO RACK CAN TORTURE ME
MY SOUL AT LIBERTY
BEHIND THIS MORTAL BONE
THERE KNITS A - BOLDER ONE
THE EAGLE OF HIS NEST
NO EASIER DIVEST
AND GAIN THE SKY
THAN MAY YOU AND I
NO RACK CAN TORTURE ME
MY SOUL AT LIBERTY
BEHIND THIS MORTAL BONE
THERE KNITS A - BOLDER ONE
EXCEPT YOURSELF MAY BE
YOUR ENEMY
CAPTIVITY IS CONSCIOUS
SO'S THE LIBERTY
NO RACK CAN TORTURE ME
MY SOUL AT LIBERTY
BEHIND THIS MORTAL BONE
THERE KNITS - A BOLDER ONE
[according to the poem „No Rack Can Torture Me“ by Emily Dickinson,
music by val3]
HER EYES
TO A WOMAN THAT I KNEW
WERE EYES OF EXTRAVAGANT HUE
CHINA BLUE (CHINA BLUE)
THOSE I WEAR UPON MY HEAD
ARE SOMETIMES GREEN AND SOMETIMES RED
I SAID (I SAID)
MY MOTHER'S EYES ARE WET AND BLEAR
MY LITTLE SISTER'S ARE NOT CLEAR
POOR SILLY DEAR (POOR SILLY DEAR)
IT MUST BE GIVEN TO BUT FEW
A PAIR OF EYES SO UTTER BLUE
AND NEW (AND NEW)
WHERE DOES SHE KEEP THEM FROM THIS GLARE
OF MONSTROUS SUN AND THE WIND'S FLARE
WITHOUT ANY WEAR (WITHOUT ANY WEAR)
AND WERE THEY NEVER IN THE NIGHT
POISONED BY ARTIFICIAL LIGHT
MUCH TOO BRIGHT (MUCH TOO BRIGHT)
AND HAD THE SPLENDID BEAST NO HEART
THAT BOILED WITH TEARS AND BAKED WITH SMART
THE OCULAR PART (THE OCULAR PART)
I'LL HAVE NO BUSINESS WITH THOSE EYES
THEY ARE NOT KIND, THEY ARE NOT WISE
THEY ARE TWO GREAT LIES (TWO GREAT LIES)
A WOMAN SHOOTING WITH SUCH BLUE FLAME
I APPREHEND WILL GET SOME BLAME
ON HER GOOD NAME (HER GOOD NAME)
[according to the poem „Her Eyes“ by John Crowe Ransom,
music by val3]
SURVEY OF SONGS-POEMS
1 ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT (R. Frost)
2 SPIRITUAL GATES (H. Crane)
3 THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME (E.A. Robinson)
4 YOUR SWEET ROSE (E. Taylor)
5 A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM (E.A. Poe)
6 THE TIDE RISES, THE TIDE FALLS (H.W. Longfellow)
7 THE SADDEST NOISE, THE SWEETEST NOISE (E. Dickinson)
8 FACTORY WINDOWS ARE ALWAYS BROKEN (V. Lindsay)
9 PITY ME NOT BECAUSE THELIGHT OF THE DAY (E. St. Vincent Millay)
10 GOOD-BYE (R. W. Emerson)
11 SURVEY OF LITERATURE (J.C. Ransom)
12 TO EARTHWARD (R. Frost)
13 THE EQUILIBRISTS (J.C. Ransom)
14 NO HIGHER THAN THE SOUL IS HIGH (E. St. Vincent Millay)
15 I'M NOT RESIGNED (E. St. Vincent Milay)
16 THE STONE THAT ANGEL MOVED AWAY WITH TEARS (E. St. Vincent Milllay)
17 LOVE IS NOT ALL (E. St. Vincent Millay)
18 THE PAST (R. W. Emerson)
19 THE BEST-BELOVED NIGHT (H.W. Longfellow)
20 COME READ TO ME SOME POEM (H.W. Longfellow)
21 THE CURFEW BELL (H.W. Longfellow)
22 A BOLDER ONE (E. Dickinson)
23 HER EYES (J.C. Ransom)
