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Mean Sleeves, Prelude
00:27
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LADY JANE GREY’S WHOLESOME RITUAL
You’ll find me reading
While everyone’s on the hunt
I think all their sport is shadow
To the pleasure I find in Plato!
You’ll find me reading
While everyone’s on the fun
God gifted me with such a father, a mother
The courtier and the coun—try squire’s wife
Lady Jane Grey’s wholesome ritual
Lady Jane Grey’s wholesome ritual
Blindfold me
—may no longer read
Lady Jane Grey’s wholesome ritual
You’ll find me reading
While everyone’s on the fun
I wait for teaching
My sanctuary books have spun
Lady Jane Grey’s wholesome ritual
Lady Jane Grey’s wholesome ritual
Blindfold me
—may no longer read
Lady Jane Grey’s wholesome ritual
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Fluitar Fantasies
02:32
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4. |
Traitor's Gate
01:16
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TRAITOR’S GATE
I’m drifting down causeway
I’m drifting down causeway
Paddling to doom
Paddling to you
Darkened shores and
Cloaked voyeurs
By Traitor’s Gate she goes
Pearls at her throat
Pearls at her throat
Oh, how could she lose?
What’s there to lose?
She goes
If I had but two heads, my lord
One to mend
And one to wed
I’m drifting down causeway
I’m drifting down causeway
Swimming to you—
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(Anne Boleyn’s death from Wolf Hall series, 2015)
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5. |
Song To Drown To
02:42
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SONG TO DROWN TO (incl some of "Green Grow'th The Holly")
How can I save you?
Henricians don’t swim!
Else man thou starvest!
Else man thou drowneth!
How can I save you?
How can I save you?
How can I save you?
How can I save you?
Else man thou drowneth!
It blooms eternal
It blooms eternal
The green holly grows
It blooms
How can I save you?
How?
How can I save you?
How can I save you?
Elizabethans don’t swim!
How can I save you?
Else man thou drowneth!
Else man thou starvest!
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Coda clip:
“What do you think happens, eh? When he gets into bed, and his consciousness of sin begins to…(laughs) But he’s right, a married man should be faithful to his wife. Utterly, utterly faithful. ‘As the ivy grow’th green and never chang’th hue. (sings) So am I ever hath been, unto my lady true!’ I wrote that. I forget who for.”
- Keith Michell as Henry VIII to Anne of Cleves (wrt Philip of Hesse) Six Wives of Henry VIII series (1970)
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Tortured Pastoral
03:09
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Emily Allan Poe Brontë
01:25
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EMILY ALLAN POE BRONTË
In secret pleasure, secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after 18 years
As lone as on my natal day
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were— I have not seen
As others saw— I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask
No eye would mourn
No eye would mourn
A smile of joy, since I was born
And all I lov’d—
I lov’d alone—
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Featuring: Emily Brontë’s “I am the only being whose doom...” & Edgar Allan Poe’s “Alone” in convo/cut-up form.
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Pan
02:03
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What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river ?
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river :
High on the shore sat the great god Pan,
While turbidly flowed the river ;
He cut it short, did the great god Pan,
(How tall it stood in the river !)
This is the way,' laughed the great god Pan,
The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed.'
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river ?
He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
From the deep cool bed of the river :
High on the shore sat the great god Pan,
While turbidly flowed the river ;
He cut it short, did the great god Pan,
(How tall it stood in the river !)
Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
Making poets out of man :
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain, —
For the reed which grows nevermore again
This is the way,' laughed the great god Pan,
The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed.'
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
High on the shore played the great god Pan,
While turbidly flowed the river ;
Blowing his reed in the strong, cool breeze
While the lilies revive in the river
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Blake composed lyrics via Elizabeth Barrett Browning's "A Musical Instrument."
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9. |
Mean Sleeves
02:21
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ANYWAY, HERE’S GREEN SLEEVES
Alas, dear bones we cannot dance
The volta requires ligaments
And I have loved you
Ghoul so long
Haunting wire cave
Courtier charms
Banshee screams to all delight
Broken lutes
And who but my polter-Bones
We dream, we live
We sew and write
We’ll find our thread
And pull it tight
Alas, dear bones we cannot dance
The volta requires ligaments
Banshee screams to all delight
Broken lutes
And who but my polter-Bones
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PALEOLITHIC PAVILAND (aka: RED SKELETON)
30,000 years ago
The woolly rhino roamed
The wind blew cold
The wind blew cold
A nomad roams the plains
A lone soul in a cave
The wind blew cold
The wind blew cold
Red - Red
Red skeleton
Red - Red
Red skeleton
( x2)
30,000 years ago
Red ochre guides your soul
The wind blew cold
The wind blew cold
( x2)
Red - Red
Red skeleton
Red - Red
Red skeleton
( x2)
Of Paviland
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Death and The Poetess Boston, Massachusetts
Blake Girndt (The I Want You, AxeMunkee, With Uncle Bones) and jojo Lazar (Burlesque Poetess, Army of Toys) bringing you crypt-folk tunes & spare bones for your spare change.
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