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Post by Lori on Oct 5, 2005 9:14:13 GMT
Mummy... Daddy... The day is full of birds Sounds like they’re saying words
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Post by Sheila on Nov 19, 2005 12:00:26 GMT
Am I the only one who thinks she sounds exactly like Dolly Parton in this song? It would help explain why Peter Gabriel wrote "Don't Give Up" for Dolly to originally sing...
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Post by matanchik on Nov 19, 2005 19:26:43 GMT
are you sure you posted in the right thread? kate doesn't sing on that one
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Post by Sheila on Nov 22, 2005 2:24:37 GMT
Oops! Right thread, wrong voice! I just read the Entertainment Weekly interview (not very imformative) but did tell this is Bertie, not Kate talking. My bad. Man, he even sounds like his mum! But why was he not credited for this?
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Post by Adey on Nov 22, 2005 2:37:09 GMT
He is credited isn't he? Not directly track by track perhaps, but then nobody else is either..
"Bertie ~ The Sun"
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Post by musiclover on Dec 7, 2006 4:37:05 GMT
I like the piano on this.
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Post by tannis on Mar 2, 2008 19:41:24 GMT
[purple]On the "WOODPIGEON" photography accompanying PRELUDE[/purple]Woodpigeon (Columba palumbus)The UK's largest and commonest pigeon, it is largely grey with a white neck patch and white wing patches, clearly visible in flight. Although shy in the countryside it can be tame and approachable in towns and cities. Its cooing call is a familiar sound in woodlands as is the loud clatter of its wings when it flies away. Wood Pigeons waddle when they walk, which adds to their general appearance of being overweight. In fact, the Wood Pigeon's feathers weigh more than its skeleton and it is Europe's largest pigeon. Juvenile birds are browner and duller and lack the white patch on the neck. They can be confused with the smaller Stock Dove... [purple]Daphnis and Chloe, Longus[/purple] Daphnis is fifteen years old, Chloe thirteen. They are drawn to each other and long to make love. But no one has told them what love is, nor do they know how to accomplish the physical act. Around their predicament Longus weaves a fantasy which entertains and instructs, but never errs in taste. The hard toil and precariousness of peasant life are here, but so are its compensations--revelry, music, dance, and storytelling. Above the action brood divinities--Eros, Dionysus, Pan, the Nymphs--who collaborate to guide the adolescents into the mystery of Love, at once a sensual and a religious initiation. In 1:27 Daphnis explains to Chloe why the wood-pigeon has such a distinctive call. The boy and girl herding their cows in the myth are obviously parallel to Daphnis and Chloe, and Daphnis says that the girl resembles Chloe... "But besides these, the Stock-dove [or Wood Pigeon] did delight them too; and sang from the Woods, her bucolic's. But Chloe desiring to know, askt Daphnis what that complaint of the Stock-dove meant; and he told her the tradition of the ancient Shepherds. "The Stock-dove (Chloe) was once a very fair Maid, as thou thy self now art; and in the flower of her age, kept her herds, as thou dost thine. She was skilfull in Musick, and her herds were so taken with her voice and pipe, that they needed not the discipline of the staffe, or goad: but sitting under a pine, and wearing, a coronet of the same, she would sing of Pan and Pitys, and her cowes, would never wander out of her voyce. There was a Youth that kept his herd not far off; and he was fair, and Musical, and not inferiour to the maid: but, as he tryed with all his skill, to emulate her notes and tones; he played a higher strain, as a male, and yet sweet, as being a boy; and so allured, from the maids Herd, eight of her best Cowes, to his own. She took it ill that her herd was so diminisht, and in very deep disdain, that she was his inferiour at the art; and presently prayed to the gods, that she might be transformed to a Bird, before she did return home. The gods consent, and turn her into a mountain-bird, because the Maid did haunt there; and Musicall, as she had been: And singing still, to this day, she publishes her heavy chance, and demands her Cowes again..." DAPHNIS & CHLOE By LONGUS Translated out of Greek by GEORGE THORNLEY Anno. 1657----- 11-07-2005, 05:09 PM"I love the artwork and packaging for Aerial. Obviously a lot of thought has gone into it. So different from her other CD releases where for the most part you just got a plain booklet with the cover art and the lyrics and that was that really... The washing line imagery is gorgeous, and I love the way the CD art is designed to slot right into the images. The picture of Kate with Bertie underwater is really lovely (and nice boob shot there, Kate!), quite mysterious and fits in with the underwater imagery and theme of the song it accompanies. I'm not overly keen on the gap-toothed Bertie mugshot, but at least it's in the context of the lyrics to his song, so I can't complain much really, especially as the kid is basically a voice artist on A Sky of Honey... The underwater shot is cute but tasteful at the same time. That said, I did cringe at the grinning Bertie. He takes after Paddy, doesn't he? ... What struck me the most about the artwork is how homemade it feels. I don't mean that pejoratively at all - it's very charming... There is more of a sense than ever that this album and everything that goes with it is something of a family project." www.atforumz.com/archive/index.php/t-280176.html----- PRELUDE introduces Bertie as The Sun. “Mummy… Daddy… The day is full of birds. Sounds like they’re saying words...” But what is Kate saying, muffled within the sound? Sounds like she's also saying words! ... "Don't grow old guilty..." ?
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Post by tannis on Sept 24, 2009 23:27:27 GMT
TIME OUT
Should we end the same way we begin, do the answers come to those who stick it out
in spite of the fear they always feel, who dream of graces as they wait to watch the others work and play?
The place becomes important no matter what we say. A yellow cello singing by itself serves as a reminder.
The day is full of birds; my nerves are shot and death participates in everything.
Luis Garcia Mr. Menu (Kayak, 1968)
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