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Leaves
04:13
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Lyrics: Emily Brontë (1818-1848)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
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Castlewood
05:19
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Lyrics: Emily Brontë (1818-1848)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway
The day is done, the winter sun
Is setting in its sullen sky;
And drear the course that has been run,
And dim the hearts that slowly die.
No star will light my coming night;
No morn of hope for me will shine;
I mourn not heaven would blast my sight,
And I ne’er longed for joys divine.
Through life’s hard task I did not ask
Celestial aid, celestial cheer;
I saw my fate without its mask,
And met it too without a tear.
The grief that pressed my aching breast
Was heavier far than earth can be;
And who would dread eternal rest
When labour’s hour was agony?
Dark falls the fear of this despair
On spirits born of happiness;
But I was bred the mate of care,
The foster-child of sore distress.
No sighs for me, no sympathy,
No wish to keep my soul below;
The heart is dead in infancy,
Unwept-for let the body go.
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3. |
Grace Of Death
04:54
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Lyrics: Joseph Plunkett (1887-1916)
Music: Karl Stepan & Fairway
My lady has the grace of Death
Ghostly appearance fastened on another
Whose charity is quick to save,
Her heart is broad as heaven’s breath,
Deep as the grave.
She found me fainting by the way
And fed me from her babeless breast
Then played with me as children play,
Rocked me to rest.
When soon I rose and cried to heaven
Moaning for sins I could not weep,
She told me of her sorrows seven
Kissed me to sleep.
And when the morn rose bright and ruddy
And sweet birds sang on the branch above
She took my sword from her side all bloody
And died for love.
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4. |
You Went Away
03:30
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Lyrics: Norman McCaig (1910-1996)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway
Suddenly, in my world of you,
You created time.
I walked about in its better lanes
Looking for whom I‘d lost, afraid to go home.
You stole yourself and gave me this
Torture for my friend
Who shows me gardens rotting in the air
And tells me what I no longer understand.
The birds sing still in the apple trees,
But not in mine, I hear
Only the clock whose wintry strokes
Say, „Now is now“, the same lie over and over.
If I could kill this poem, sticking
my thin pen through its throat,
It would stand crying by your bed
And haunt your cruelty every empty night.
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Rose
04:21
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Lyrics: Edmund Waller (1606-1687)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway
Go, lovely Rose—
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that ‘s young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.
Then die—that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
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6. |
When We Two Parted
02:53
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Lyrics: Lord Byron (1788-1824)
Music: Manfred Schiller & Fairway
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.
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Reality
04:16
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Lyrics: Branwell Brontë (1817-1848)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway
Life is a passing sleep
Its deeds a troubled dream
And death the dread awakening
To daylight’s drawing beam
We sleep without a thought
Of what is past and o’re
Without a glimpse of consciousness
Of aught that lies before
We dream and on our sight
A thousand visions rise
Some dark as Hell some heavenly bright
Bat all are phantasies
We wake and oh how fast
These mortal visions fly!
Forgot amid the wonders vast
Of immortality
And oh! When we arise
With ‘wildered gaze to see
The aspect of those morning skies
Where will what waking be?
How will that Future seem?
What is Eternity?
Is Death the sleep? – Is Heaven the Dream?
Life the Reality?
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8. |
Go (Kali Mera)
04:34
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Lyrics: John Donne (1572-1631)
Music: Walter Schleger, Walter Glößl & Fairway
So, so, breake off this last lamenting kisse,
Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away,
Turne thou ghost that way, and let mee turne this,
And let our selves benight our happiest day,
We ask’d none leave to love; nor will we owe
Any, so cheape a death, as saying Goe.
Goe; and if that word have not quite kil’d thee,
Ease me with death, by bidding mee goe too,
Oh, if it have, let my word worke on mee,
And a just office on a murderer doe.
Except it be too late, to kill me so,
Being double dead, going, and bidding, Goe.
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9. |
Circles
05:12
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Lyrics: Theodore Roethke (1908-1963)
Music: Walter Schleger & Fairway
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).
How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we did make).
Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).
Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I’m martyr to a motion not my own;
What’s freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways).
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Fairway Vienna, Austria
FAIRWAY is an Austrian/Viennese Band, founded in 1980. FAIRWAY plays Urban Folk-Rock.
"Cosmic Twig" Album Release Party: 20 Oct 2016, Replugged/Vienna
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