Month: June 2015

The Road to Santiago – Heather Dale

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For one had come from Germany, and one from here in Spain,
And one from near the Bosporus where Constantine had reigned.
From every land they sallied forth, then ventured home again,
And found a road worth walking,
They found this road worth walking,
For all agreed their roads were much the same.

“The Road to Santiago” by Heather Dale.  I’ve been to the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela.  Didn’t do the pilgrimage; I was in Spain with a youth orchestra and we were just being tourists.  But it’s a very nice cathedral.
Anyway, good song.  Very nice tune.  Lyrics available here.

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Freedom of the Snow – Leslie Fish

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Cancel my salvation, give me leave to go
Back to the freedom of the snow

A Leslie Fish song about finding strength in the (temporary) absence of civilization, because the blogger behind the curtain is still desperate Mad Max trash.
And there’s a very nice flute part.
Lyrics available here

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The Maiden and the Selkie – Heather Dale

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 ‘I have come in from the ocean
I have come in from the sea
And I’ll not go to the waves, love,
Lest ye come along with me.’

“The Maiden and the Selkie,” by Heather Dale
Since the only other selkie song is “The Great Selkie of Sule Skerry,” I’m not used to happy endings, but occasionally it seems to work out.
Lyrics available here

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
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Filk is the music of SF fandom. Its subject matter ranges from “a detailed deconstruction of a weighty Asimov tome in 27 verses” to “stuff my cat did to my yarn last Friday.” There are a lot of puns. Some of the songs are completely original; others are parodies. A few are parodies of parodies. Then there are the parodies of parodies of parodies. I could go on.

Kari Maaren (x)

Black Fox – Heather Dale

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As we were out a-hunting, one morning in the spring.
Both hounds and horses, running well, made the hills and the valleys ring.
But to our great misfortune, no fox there could be found.
Our huntsmen cursed and swore but still no fox moved over the ground.

Careful what you wish for, and all that.
“Black Fox,” by Heather Dale
Lyrics available here

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)