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Sunset
Oct 5, 2005 9:16:00 GMT
Post by Lori on Oct 5, 2005 9:16:00 GMT
Could be honeycomb In a sea of honey A sky of honey Whose shadow, long and low Is slipping out of wet clothes? And changes into The most beautiful Iridescent blue
Who knows who wrote that song of Summer That blackbirds sing at dusk This is a song of colour Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust Then climb into bed and turn to dust
Every sleepy light Must say goodbye To the day before it dies In a sea of honey A sky of honey Keep us close to your heart So if the skies turn dark We may live on in Comets and stars
Who knows who wrote that song of Summer That blackbirds sing at dusk This is a song of colour Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust Then climb into bed and turn to dust Who knows who wrote that song of Summer That blackbirds sing at dusk this is a song of colour Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust Then climb into bed and turn to dust
The chorus: Oh sing of summer and a sunset And sing for us, so that we may remember The day writes the words right across the sky They go all the way up to the top of the night
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tabatha
Reaching Out
"On Saturday evening, oh well Eddie was so pretty. But now his boy is leaving.
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Sunset
Nov 12, 2005 22:03:24 GMT
Post by tabatha on Nov 12, 2005 22:03:24 GMT
Who knows who wrote that song of summer,
and all I can think of is, "You did, remember Delius (Song of Summer), silly Kate" And I know it doesn't meant that, but well.
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Sheila
Moving
Life is a minestrone served up with parmesan cheese.
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Sunset
Nov 13, 2005 4:24:01 GMT
Post by Sheila on Nov 13, 2005 4:24:01 GMT
Who knows who wrote that song of summer, and all I can think of is, "You did, remember Delius (Song of Summer), silly Kate" And I know it doesn't meant that, but well. Fredric Delius actually wrote the song of summer---It was called "To Be Sung Of a Summer Night On the Water" Forgive me if I am mistaken. (I've heard it--it sounds hauntingly like Night Scented Stock.) But I really don't think that's what she is referring to here. But an interesting analogy. We all adhere to the things we know and love, as does Kate. But I don't think this is related, it just seems to me Kate generally loves ideas and songs about the seasons and the weather.
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Sunset
Nov 21, 2005 20:51:53 GMT
Post by Cloudbuster515 on Nov 21, 2005 20:51:53 GMT
I love this song! It's been stuck in my head.
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Sunset
Mar 2, 2008 20:23:51 GMT
Post by tannis on Mar 2, 2008 20:23:51 GMT
[purple]On the "BLACKBIRD & RAVEN IN FLIGHT" photography accompanying SUNSET[/purple]You should not speak of it You should not think it even Because it is forbidden... Of all the people in the world Why should I love you? There's just something about you There's just something about you... If I could sing like a blackbird Just like my heart was filled with summer...[/b] “The beautiful song of the blackbird makes it a symbol of temptations, especially sexual ones. The devil once took on the shape of a blackbird and flew into St. Benedict's face, thereby causing the saint to be troubled by an intense desire for a beautiful girl he had once seen. In order to save himself, St. Benedict [The Exorcist; patron against witchcraft and those fighting temptation, etc.] tore off his clothes and jumped into a thorn bush. This painful act is said to have freed him from sexual temptations for the rest of his life.” In spite of its dark appearance, the RAVEN is a solar symbol of the Greek God Apollo. In Greece he was sacred to Apollo, the god of light. Greeks believed that Apollo turned the raven black when the bird informed him of the unfaithfulness of his lover, Coronis. This episode gave the raven a reputation as a tattler, a spy, and a divulger of secrets. In nearly all cultures, the raven or crow was originally white. In one of the Greek tales, Coronis, the daughter of Phlegyes was pregnant by Apollo. Apollo left a white crow (or raven) to watch over her, but, just before the birth, Coronis married Ischys. The crow informed Apollo of this, and Apollo was not impressed. He killed Coronis and Ischys, and turned the crow black for being the bearer of bad news. Luckily, Apollo retrieved the unborn child at the funeral, for the child became Aesclepius, the father of medicine. Raven in Flight image: www.dualravens.com/webart/Raveninflight.jpgThe raven is also a symbol for solitude and an attribute of several saints whom ravens fed in the wilderness, including St. Anthony Abbot, St. Paul the Hermit, and St. Benedict. Although the raven itself was considered unclean, God sent ravens to feed Elijah the Tishbite by the brook Cherith during a long drought (1 Ki 17:6; Lev 11:15; Deu 14:14). The raven has long been a symbol of divine providence (Psa 147:9; Job 38:41). Many remember the Lord's command to consider the sparrow and the lilies, but the words, "Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them," are seldom brought to mind (Lk 12:24). In the Song of Solomon, the Beloved's locks are "black as a raven" (Song 5:11). The raven symbolizes filial gratitude and affection, wisdom, hope, longevity, death, and fertility. In alchemy, it represents change and the advanced soul dying to this world. It remains a frequently used symbol in modern magic, witchcraft, and mystery. In the telling of myths and legends, the crow frequently took the place of the raven. Like the larger raven, the symbolic crow is associated with the sun, longevity, beginnings, death, change, bad luck, prophecy, and Christian solitude. It, too, is considered a messenger of the gods. Christians consider the crow an emblem of the Virgin Mary. The words, "I am dark, but lovely...because the sun has tanned me," are believed to mean that the light or love of God has so shown upon her that she is burned and purified as if by a mighty sun or fire (Song 1:5-6).
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Sunset
Mar 3, 2008 14:20:50 GMT
Post by tannis on Mar 3, 2008 14:20:50 GMT
[green]COUNTING CROWS[/green]The practice of Augury has been around for centuries. Both India and Tibet have a system of crow augury. It is about predicting the future by counting the number of crows, the direction of their flight, the time of day at which they are seen, their cawing, etc. Crow augury may have started off as Magpie augury. The oldest rhymes, including at least one dating to the 1600's, deal with counting magpies rather than crows. The magpie rhyme seems to have been left on European shores, though. In North America, most people who know the rhyme use it in reference to crows. The basic rhyme, which goes something like "One for Sorrow, Two for Joy..." has been a popular children's chant through the years. Various versions of the rhyme exist, but the basics are as follows: One: Sorrow. An unhappy event. A change for the worse. Maybe loss or a death. Two: Joy. A surprise. A change for the better. Sometimes the finding of something. Three: Marriage. A celebration. Sometimes the birth of a female child. Othertimes some significant event around a daughter. Four: Birth. Usually the birth of a male child. Sometimes a significant event surrounding a son. Five: Silver. Sometimes costly. Usually a positive transaction. Six: Gold. Wealth. Sometimes money. Maybe greed. Occasionally a negative transaction. Seven: Something of spiritual significance. Often a secret. In some cases witchcraft, or the performing of sacred rites. Eight: Something profound. Death, dying, or a glimpse of Heaven. A life-altering journey or experience. Nine: Something sensual. Passion, or forbidden delight. In some versions this is corruption, in others it is closer to temptation. Ten: Something extreme. An overwhelming sensation. Something paid in full. Eleven: Uncertainty. Waiting. Wanting. May be in relation to a spiritual matter. Twelve: Fulfillment. Riches (though not always of a material sort). A fruitful labor. Something completed. An end to a problem, or the answer to a question.- 7thcrow.com/crows.html[purple]In the photography accompanying SUNSET, there are three silhouetted crows/ravens... a 'marriage'?
In the art Design for PIANISSIMO, there are four silhouetted crows/ravens... a boy?
So when you look through the CD Booklet, you will see seven silhouetted crows/ravens... sacred rites? witchcraft? a secret never to be told?[/purple]Here are two versions of Counting Crows ... 1 One for sorrow, two for mirth, Three for a wedding, four for a birth, Five for silver, six for gold, Seven for a secret not to be told. Eight for heaven, nine for hell, And ten for the devil's own sel'.2 One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret, never to be told, eight for a wish, nine for a kiss, ten for a time of joyous bliss. [green]Incidentally, in the art Design for PIANISSIMO, there are seven silhouetted blackbirds... The Secret Seven...[/green]
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Sunset
Mar 5, 2008 21:32:27 GMT
Post by rosabelbelieve on Mar 5, 2008 21:32:27 GMT
Sorry, I sort of missed this when it was posted- but interesting observations, Tannis. I'd never heard of this system of divination before. Seven crows seems to fit Aerial perfectly.
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Sunset
Feb 24, 2009 23:11:29 GMT
Post by tannis on Feb 24, 2009 23:11:29 GMT
XXVII. The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her—a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli’s mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian’s crest Floats through the azure air—an island of the blest!
XXVIII. A single star is at her side, and reigns With her o’er half the lovely heaven; but still Yon sunny sea heaves brightly, and remains Rolled o’er the peak of the far Rhaetian hill, As Day and Night contending were, until Nature reclaimed her order: —gently flows The deep-dyed Brenta, where their hues instil The odorous purple of a new-born rose, Which streams upon her stream, and glassed within it glows,
XXIX. Filled with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now they change; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o’er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till—’tis gone—and all is grey.
~ Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto the Fourth, 1818
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Sunset
Oct 5, 2009 3:27:56 GMT
Post by tannis on Oct 5, 2009 3:27:56 GMT
Could be honeycomb In a sea of honey A sky of honey Whose shadow, long and low Is slipping out of wet clothes? And changes into The most beautiful Iridescent blue...
Her aura is the most beautiful iridescent blue that one can imagine. I can understand why religious painters have pictured the Madonna in a blue robe. It is impossible to duplicate the iridescence of the blue in the aura of a pregnant woman... ~ Women Talking: Explorations in Being Female, Justine Hill, 1976, p.216.
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