For I am like the highwayman
Who cares not where he rides
Follow the black satin ribbon road
With danger by my side
“The Highwayman,” a beautiful fantasy travelling song by Talis Kimberley
For space is wide and good friends are too few.
For I am like the highwayman
Who cares not where he rides
Follow the black satin ribbon road
With danger by my side
“The Highwayman,” a beautiful fantasy travelling song by Talis Kimberley
There are women I’ve been who you would not have liked
Very much – and I can’t say I’d blame you for that;
but I had to be them before I could be me
They are threads on the loom of the woman you see
And they’re all – here – sewn in the lining of me
In the seam-folds and the small mended corners
Tucked into collar and sleeves in the lining of me
“Small Mended Corners,” by Talis Kimberley, a song about identity and sewing – which, as someone who has struggled with both, I appreciate.
She puts on velvet, fits like a glove
She doesn’t hate and she doesn’t love
She’s a beast without and a woman within
When she puts on velvet like a second skin.
“Velvet,” a werewolf song by Talis Kimberley, with John Jones and Kieran Taaffe
And love will seal my lips to every murmur
For silence was the witch’s best advice
And love will heal my hands of every blister
For that too is a portion of the price,
I am the Queen of Spindles.
“Queen of Spindles,” by Talis Kimberley. About a fairy tale, but not the one you probably expect. Lyrics here.
I am here though you won’t see me
You won’t feel me you won’t hear me
But I’m everywhere, I’m everywhere you are
I’m in the shifting of the weather
And the finding of the feather
I’m everywhere, I’m everywhere you are
Everywhere you are
“The Finding of the Feather,” by Talis Kimberley
I’m not quite sure what this song is about, but it seems important.
There used to be some radio from Swindon
Eight months ago the signal failed to send
I’d like to hope that there are other places
Like World’s End
“World’s End,” by Talis Kimberley, lyrics available here
There are women I’ve been who you would not have liked
Very much – and I can’t say I’d blame you for that;
But I had to be them before I could be me
They are threads on the loom of the woman you see
Another song off the Pegasus brainstorming poll for 2016. Lyrics available here.
Lady MacBeth said to Helen of Troy
When they finished the wine they’d been drinking
“I’m all for regicide once in a while, but
Helen, dear, what were you thinking?”
“Archetype Cafe,” by Talis Kimberley, for all the reviled and diminished women of history and myth, with Tim Walker on drums and Simon Fairbourn on bassoon (and holy hell he is good). Lyrics available here.
My lady sits in her fair bower
Velvet drapes to keep her warm
Carpeted with Thousandflower
Nothing shall do my lady harm
The last Talis Kimberley song I posted, I described as “an odd sort of love song” and, well…here’s another. The French translates to “You are my only desire.” Lyrics available here.
Truth can take us so far, after that we go by trust
Are you as scared as I am by what’s happening to us?
It’s hard on you but sometimes I just have to run and hide
But it’s your arms I run back to, your face I wear inside
An odd sort of love song by Talis Kimberley, “The Face Within”