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Aerial
Oct 5, 2005 9:17:13 GMT
Post by Lori on Oct 5, 2005 9:17:13 GMT
The dawn has come And the wine will run And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting In the sun
I feel I want to be up on the roof I feel I gotta get up on the roof Up, up on the roof Up, up on the roof
Oh the dawn has come And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting What kind of language is this?
What kind of language is this? I can’t hear a word you’re saying Tell me what are you singing In the sun
All of the birds are laughing All of the birds are laughing Come on let’s all join in Come on let’s all join in
I want to be up on the roof I’ve gotta be up on the roof Up, up high on the roof Up, up on the roof In the sun
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Aerial
Nov 29, 2005 17:41:45 GMT
Post by ragnar on Nov 29, 2005 17:41:45 GMT
Oh my God ! This is a very remarkable song. It features a powerful sound. I like muchly (especially) the laughter in the middle of the Song. I want to join in ! It's just great...
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Aerial
May 30, 2006 17:56:15 GMT
Post by Xanadu on May 30, 2006 17:56:15 GMT
Just wanted to share a little experience last week... I arrived home about 7pm just as the last blackbirds were singing at the end of Aerial. I thought what perfect timing, even at dusk. The most amazing part was that when I stepped out of the car, they didn't stop. The song was almost the same. There must have been at least 25 blackbirds overhead in the long golden shadows of the sunset. I have always enjoyed the singing of the birds, but never noticed the difference of the blackbirds at sunset until that night. Wish you guys had been there... it was a gorgeous night... even for a Tuesday ;D
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Aerial
May 31, 2006 2:54:46 GMT
Post by Al Truest on May 31, 2006 2:54:46 GMT
Just wanted to share a little experience last week... I arrived home about 7pm just as the last blackbirds were singing at the end of Aerial. I thought what perfect timing, even at dusk. The most amazing part was that when I stepped out of the car, they didn't stop. The song was almost the same. There must have been at least 25 blackbirds overhead in the long golden shadows of the sunset. I have always enjoyed the singing of the birds, but never noticed the difference of the blackbirds at sunset until that night. Wish you guys had been there... it was a gorgeous night... even for a Tuesday ;D Thanks for sharing that Zan. The Blackbirds and Mockingbirds here are in full chorus this Spring. Thanks for reminding me to listen at dusk.
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Aerial
May 31, 2006 3:00:18 GMT
Post by Adey on May 31, 2006 3:00:18 GMT
As I type, dawn is rising here in the UK and the birds - like all the dreamers - are waking..
The dawn chorus is a true wonder to behold.
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Aerial
Apr 10, 2008 0:57:58 GMT
Post by rosabelbelieve on Apr 10, 2008 0:57:58 GMT
I was listening to this song today, and wondering- how on earth does Kate keep up such a wonderful, genuine sounding laugh for so long? Of course, just listening to this can make me laugh on some days, but she still must have had something pretty funny to look at. Or someone tickling her.
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Aerial
Apr 10, 2008 12:14:01 GMT
Post by Adey on Apr 10, 2008 12:14:01 GMT
Tickling as a studio tool? Brilliant - must try it.
The joy of life is being expressed here I guess. The song evokes memories of The Big Sky in me everytime I hear it. The video I recall, has a sequence with Kate sitting on the roof shining her flashlight into the sky..
"up, up, high on the roof.." - there must be a connection..
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Aerial
Apr 10, 2008 14:14:57 GMT
Post by rosabelbelieve on Apr 10, 2008 14:14:57 GMT
Tickling as a studio tool? Brilliant - must try it. The joy of life is being expressed here I guess. The song evokes memories of The Big Sky in me everytime I hear it. The video I recall, has a sequence with Kate sitting on the roof shining her flashlight into the sky.. " up, up, high on the roof.." - there must be a connection.. It does express the joy of life, doesn't it? And I'd never thought of it before, but the connection with The Big Sky really makes sense. I'll have to take another look at the video.
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Aerial
May 28, 2008 18:37:23 GMT
Post by tannis on May 28, 2008 18:37:23 GMT
THE ALCHEMICAL WORK: The 'Soundwave of Blackbird Song' ColorsAlchemy endeavours to produce noble metals, precious stones, the panacea, and above all the Philosopher's Stone. On the one hand, it seeks to do this by finding the right mixture (Eukrasia) of natural substances according to the ancient doctrine of elements and qualities. Alternatively, it adds the Philosopher's Stone, usually a powder or elixir prepared from an unknown substance, to the base metal. But first of all this unknown substance must be reduced to the prima materia (first matter). This occurs in the alchemical process, the "Great Work" (opus magnum) which passes through various stages. According to the colours that appear, these are called nigredo (black), albedo (white), citrinitas (yellow), rubedo (red) among others. This change of coloration may be observed when an amalgam of copper and mercury is heated. According to the amount of evaporating mercury, white, yellow, red, gray and black colors are seen, described by alchemists as the cauda pavonis ("Peacock's Tail").The color booklet accompanying AERIAL shows the 'soundwave of blackbird song' (?) in several colors: gray, black, white, sun-yellow, and maroon-red.
So could the gray, black, white, sun-yellow, and maroon-red soundwave colors represent ALCHEMICAL WORK? Nigredo (black), albedo (white), citrinitas (yellow), rubedo (red) among others?
'Kate and Peacock' (?) chose the maroon 'soundwave of blackbird song' to compliment the Luciferean lightbearing yellow, sun-drenched album cover (Lucifer means "Light Bearer")...
And Rubedo (redness) represents the marriage of sol and luna... I will come home again, but not until The sun and the moon meet on yon hill...Sol niger (black sun) is the name of the result of the first stage of the Opus Magnum in alchemy, the blackening (nigredo). The complete Opus magnum (Great Work) ends with the production of gold. And the "Kate and Peacock Design" for the completing photograph accompanying 'Aerial' uses a GOLD soundwave! The philosopher's stone (Latin: lapis philosophorum) is a legendary substance, supposedly capable of turning inexpensive metals into gold; it was also sometimes believed to be an elixir of life, useful for rejuvenation and possibly for achieving immortality. For a long time it was the most sought after goal in Western alchemy. In the view of spiritual alchemy, making the philosopher's stone would bring enlightenment upon the maker and conclude the Great Work.AERIAL is KT's Great Work, twelve years in the making!
KT et al have found the philosopher's stone! They have been working secretly, turning base metal and ideas into Gold... the Golden Dawn cover, the Golden soundwave of 'Aerial', the Golden Sea of Honey, the Golden Sky of Honey... Pure Alchemy! ... Pure Gold! ... All Noble and Brite! ...[/color] see more: REVERIES OF THE AERIAL ALCHEMISTkatebush.proboards6.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=leaveitopen&thread=1998&page=4
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Aerial
May 30, 2008 2:57:26 GMT
Post by tannis on May 30, 2008 2:57:26 GMT
Aerial's Secret Tenth Track: Waving or Drowning?The dawn has come And the wine will run And the song must be sung...At precisely 7:00 minutes into the 'Aerial' track, Aerial transforms into 'Pianissimo', the secret tenth track. Pianissimo even has its own lyric page featuring silhouetted crows and blackbirds and soundwave of blackbird song. Aerial is about escape and communion, energy and release, and maybe crazy and hysterical desire. But with Pianissimo, has KaTe transformed herself into a beautiful blackbird? Or has she jumped off the roof, into a sea of honey, or into the sun, a sky of honey? I can’t hear a word you’re saying Tell me what are you singing...There is a lot of broken and distressed singing on the Aerial track, from 5:36, and it is hard to make out exactly what is being sung. Mansonian Subliminal Messaging? ...
Then towards the end of Aerial, a murder of cawing crows joins in, seemingly enticing her to get up high on the roof and join in with them.
But I think I will have seen everything when I see an elephant fly...
Then eerie, absent silence before Pianissimo's soft and spiritual meditation on the SOUNDWAVE OF BLACKBIRD SONG... The Golden Dawn Chorus...Every sleepy light Must say goodbye To the day before it dies...Go to sleep, little Earth. When i see an Elephant fly - Dumbowww.youtube.com/watch?v=GOcVkofa1AU&feature=related
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Aerial
May 30, 2008 23:39:58 GMT
Post by rosabelbelieve on May 30, 2008 23:39:58 GMT
I'd never thought of the soft birdsong bit after Aerial as a song of its own, but I like the idea of it being something of a secret track. And a transformation into a blackbird is an ending I could imagine for A Sky Of Honey.
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Aerial
Aug 8, 2008 23:47:43 GMT
Post by tannis on Aug 8, 2008 23:47:43 GMT
I want to be up on the roof I’ve gotta be up on the roof Up, up high on the roof Up, up on the roof In the sunRumi is one of the greatest spiritual masters and mystic poets of Islamic civilization. Rumi's poetry is displayed on the walls of many cities across the Persian-speaking world, sung in Persian music, and read in school books. Literally, Persian-speakers live with Rumi's poetry. The Mawlawî Sufi order (also known as "Whirling Dervishes") was founded in 1273 by Rumi's followers after his death. EACH NOTE ~ Rumi
Advice doesn't help lovers! They're not the kind of mountain stream you can build a dam across.
An intellectual doesn't know what the drunk is feeling!
Don't try to figure what those lost inside love will do next!
Someone in charge would give up all his power, if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk from the room where the lovers are doing who-knows-what!
One of them tries to dig a hole through a mountain. One flees from academic honors. One laughs at famous mustaches!
Life freezes if it doesn't get a taste of this almond cake. The stars come up spinning every night, bewildered in love. They'd grow tired with that revolving, if they weren't. They'd say, "How long do we have to do this!
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing-pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note. I'll show you how it's enough.
Go up on the roof at night in this city of the soul.
Let everyone climb on their roofs and sing their notes!
Sing loud!
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LIKE THIS ~ Rumi by Coleman Barks
If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, lift your face and say, Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightsky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, Like this?
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is, or what "God's fragrance" means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close. Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image about clouds gradually uncovering the moon, slowly loosen knot by knot the strings of your robe. Like this?
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead, don't try to explain the miracle. Kiss me on the lips. Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means to "die for love," point here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown and measure with your fingers the space between the creases on your forehead. This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns. When someone doesn't believe that, walk back into my house. Like this.
When lovers moan, they're telling our story. Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live. Stare into this deepening blue, while the breeze says a secret. Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do, light the candle in his hand. Like this.
How did Joseph's scent come to Jacob? Huuuu.
How did Jacob's sight return? Huuuuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes. Like this.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz, he'll put just his head around the edge of the door to surprise us. Like this.
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Aerial
Aug 9, 2008 17:15:45 GMT
Post by rosabelbelieve on Aug 9, 2008 17:15:45 GMT
I want to be up on the roof I’ve gotta be up on the roof Up, up high on the roof Up, up on the roof In the sunRumi is one of the greatest spiritual masters and mystic poets of Islamic civilization. Rumi's poetry is displayed on the walls of many cities across the Persian-speaking world, sung in Persian music, and read in school books. Literally, Persian-speakers live with Rumi's poetry. The Mawlawî Sufi order (also known as "Whirling Dervishes") was founded in 1273 by Rumi's followers after his death. EACH NOTE ~ Rumi
Advice doesn't help lovers! They're not the kind of mountain stream you can build a dam across.
An intellectual doesn't know what the drunk is feeling!
Don't try to figure what those lost inside love will do next!
Someone in charge would give up all his power, if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk from the room where the lovers are doing who-knows-what!
One of them tries to dig a hole through a mountain. One flees from academic honors. One laughs at famous mustaches!
Life freezes if it doesn't get a taste of this almond cake. The stars come up spinning every night, bewildered in love. They'd grow tired with that revolving, if they weren't. They'd say, "How long do we have to do this!
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing-pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note. I'll show you how it's enough.
Go up on the roof at night in this city of the soul.
Let everyone climb on their roofs and sing their notes!
Sing loud!
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LIKE THIS ~ Rumi by Coleman Barks
If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, lift your face and say, Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightsky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, Like this?
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is, or what "God's fragrance" means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close. Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image about clouds gradually uncovering the moon, slowly loosen knot by knot the strings of your robe. Like this?
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead, don't try to explain the miracle. Kiss me on the lips. Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means to "die for love," point here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown and measure with your fingers the space between the creases on your forehead. This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns. When someone doesn't believe that, walk back into my house. Like this.
When lovers moan, they're telling our story. Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live. Stare into this deepening blue, while the breeze says a secret. Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do, light the candle in his hand. Like this.
How did Joseph's scent come to Jacob? Huuuu.
How did Jacob's sight return? Huuuuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes. Like this.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz, he'll put just his head around the edge of the door to surprise us. Like this. Thank you for posting the lovely poems, Tannis. And I could definitely imagine Kate being inspired by Rumi. The tone of Aerial is very 'bewildered by love' and mystically spinning. Good connection.
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Aerial
Aug 9, 2008 19:44:08 GMT
Post by tannis on Aug 9, 2008 19:44:08 GMT
Birdsong brings relief to my longing I'm just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say! Please universal soul, practice some song or something through me! ~ RumiThey are indeed lovely poems, and I too can imagine KaTe being inspired by Rumi...
Wiki: Recordings of Rumi poems have made it to Billboard's Top 20 list; Rumi's love poems have been sung by Hollywood personalities such as Madonna, Goldie Hawn, Philip Glass and Demi Moore; and Rumi is one of the most widely read poets in the United States.The stars are caught in our hair The stars are on our fingers...The stars come up spinning every night, bewildered in love.Up, up on the roof In the sun...Go up on the roof at night in this city of the soul.And Rumi's "One laughs at famous mustaches!" reminds me of Heads We're Dancing...
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Aerial
Aug 9, 2008 22:21:10 GMT
Post by rosabelbelieve on Aug 9, 2008 22:21:10 GMT
^ You're right, there is a similarity. And Rumi is a very popular poet. But also quite a deep one.
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