When the Sun Fell Down

And the Moon Fails to Rise.

These are the lyrics running through my head this morning. Planted by the Gary Numan song “When the World comes Apart”. I think I have been making up for lost time consuming as much of his music since I rediscovered this artist with the song and video for “My name is Ruin“.

 

 

 

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The Stolen Child

The melody stolen from this version of this song was running through my head this morning. It’s not in English so the lyrics weren’t there so much. I believe this tune was written by Loreena McKennitt and the lyrics are from the poem by W. B. Yeats, but the video of this version is very beautiful.

The original poem:

The Stolen Child

  1. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939

 

Where dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats;

There we’ve hid our faery vats,

Full of berrys

And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glen-Car,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

Away with us he’s going,

The solemn-eyed:

He’ll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal chest.

For he comes, the human child,

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

My Name is Ruin

Gary Numan had that song in the 80’s, “Cars“, which I was minorly fond of but never interested enough to delve further into his music. On one of my YouTube music video binges, his new song, “My Name is Ruin”, came up and I figured “let’s see how his music has changed over the years”. Well let’s just say this song spoke to me in a way that “Cars” never did. It’s powerful, mature, rich, polished yet still with an edge. His daughter Persia performs in this with him too. I have been listening to this every day since I found it, so of course it was expected to show up on it’s own as an earworm, going through my head sometime, and that time was this morning.

Golden Brown

Was watching many music videos before bed last night, so no surprise there would be something stuck in my head this morning.

I had completely forgotten about this song until last night, but back in the early 90’s I liked this song very much. Golden Brown by the Stranglers.  (I know it was released in the 80’s but I didn’t get my Stranglers’ Greatest hits until the 90’s which is where I was introduced to the song) I like almost any music that incorporates vintage or antique sounds and instruments, so the harpsichord is what got me hooked on this song.

What I found last night though, that reintroduced me to this song did not have a harpsichord. Nope. No Harpsichord. Try Mariachi! How fun.