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Escoltes Ona Mediterrània, des de la 88.8 de la freqüència modulada.
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Molt bon vespre, li he donat la benvinguda a Copinyo de Volta Verda, aquí a Ona, Mediterrània. Programa que avui ha estat d'enhorabona, ja que el monogràfic que ve ha estat dedicat a un dels estils musicals que més feliços ens fan, el folk britànic i irrendès, incloent-hi, esclar, el folk rock i el folk prog. Música
Avui no tenim els seminals escocès o escorris per començar el programa, però sí que tenim els Clancy Brothers amb aquest clàssic, Finnegan's Wake. Temp Finnegan lived in Watkins Street, a gentle Irishman, mighty art. He had a beautiful broke, so rich and sweet, and a rise in the world he carried a heart. You see, he had a sort of a tippling way, with a love for the liquor, poor Tim was born. To help him on with his work each day, he had a drop of the...
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Whack for the Dano, dance to your partner while the floor your trotter shake. Wasn't it the truth? I told you lots of fun at Finnegan's wake. Then Biddy O'Connor took up the job. Oh, Biddy, says she you're wrong, I'm sure. Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and she left her sprawling on the floor. Then the war did soon engage. She was woman to woman and man to man. Shalala law was all the rage and a row and a rupture soon began. Whack
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La peça de resistència del programa d'avui la protagonitza la majestuosa cantant Warwick-enya June Tabor, una de les quatre fantàstiques de la cosa. Les altres són, evidentment, Shirley Collins, Maddie Pryor i Sandy Denny.
Escoltarem quatre temes de l'excepcional i intimista disc de 1994, Against the Streams. Són Pavan, Shameless Love, False Falls i I Want to Vanish. Pavan, cold steel among
Bavad How do you love a woman With eyes cold as the barrel of her gun Who's never missed her mark on anyone Bavad Bavad Bavad
Casino doors swing open, the rich men raise their eyes. They say, who is this beauty as elegant as ice? And later there's an accident, another charge d'affaire. He's lying in a pool of blood, no witness.
And they say she was a hundred miles away The hotel porter saw her climb the stairs And the maid with trembling hands knows what to say
When the judge says, are you sure? I'm sure she swears. Go steal a woman. How do you love a woman?
With eyes cold as the barrel of a gun Who's never missed and borrowed anyone But vile, but vile, but vile
The presidential palace, a thousand people saw His Excellency leave his car and never make the door The blood flows from his fingers as he clutches at the stain He staggers like a drunken man lies twisted in the rain
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And they say she didn't do it for the money And they say she didn't do it for a man They say that she did it for the pleasure The pleasure
Bona nit. Bona nit.
Bava, bava, bava. Bava, bava, bava.
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Bona nit.
But it's shameless love that sings the song But it's all the insolent music ends Tears are on the salt of water It's shameless love again
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Shameless love makes a thief out of me Catch me, chain me to the prison world I'll rust the chains with salt and water Shameless love will set me free
Bona nit.
I wish you'd been the first to love me Take me to your Texas tower place We could sleep and dream
Bona nit.
Some will call it love song honey Lost in the melody, lost in the rhyme Just another song about love gone funny Heard it before a thousand times
But it's shameless love that sings the song When it's all been sung and the music ends Tears are on the salt and water It's shameless love again
It's shameless love that sings the song when it's all been sung. Music ends, tears on the salty water. It's shameless love again. And it's shameless love again.
False, false have you been to me, my love? Oh, when have you changed your mind? But since you've laid your love on another fair maid, I'm afraid that you're no more mine.
I was climbing to a tree that was too high for me Asking fruit where there weren't any groove I've been lifting warm water out underneath gold clay And against the streams I was rowing
False, false, have you been to me, my love? When have you changed your mind? But since you've laid your love on another fair maid, I'm afraid that you're no more mine.
But I mean to climb up some higher, higher tree To hurry a white snowflake's nest And down shall I fall, high without any fear To the arms that love me the best
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Want to vanish This is my fondest wish To go where I cannot be captured Laid on a decorated dish Even in splendour This curious face
Is more than I cared to surrender Now it's too late Whether in wonder or in decent haste You've arranged the mirrors and the spools To snare the rare and precious jewels That were fondly made of faith
You should stumble upon my last remark I'm crying in the wilderness I'm trying my best to make it dark How can I tell you I'm rarer than most I'm certain as a lost dog
I've arranged all mirrors and the spools to snare the rare and precious jewels that were only made of paste I want to vanish this is my last request I've given you the awful truth
Un tema més de June Tabor, aquesta vegada acompanyada per l'Oyster Band, que a diferència dels anteriors no té massa d'intimista. Night comes in. Night comes in by some poor river
Can you leave me another day? Take my hand, we'll be your companion. I will dance, dance till we fade away. All those songs, poured down like silver, they're kind of lonely.
I'll lose my mind and dance forever. Lose my mind and dance forever. Turn my world around
Oh, this night is like no other And this room is living by years And these friends who will never leave And these tears are like no other tears
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Bona nit.
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Dancing to my feet, don't touch the ground
Després de June Tabor amb Oyster Band, ara Oyster Band sense June Tabor. Això s'hi titula The First Field.
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I've got a first field mighty with stew where all me fine pheasants do fly. If you come a-shooting when shooting's in season, if you come a-shooting hereby. Shoo-plump in the middle, the pheasants do lie. Shoo-plump in the middle and then the cock dies. Sing fall, tall, never lie there.
Hem escoltat abans una de les grans dames del folk anglès, i aquí en tenim una altra, Maddie Pryor, Silly Sister de June Tabor, i companya de Tim Hart, a l'aventura dels dos volums de Folk Song of All the England, abans de passar tots dos a formar part de Still I Span. Escoltem dues d'aquestes folk songs, Horn of the Hunter i Captain Weatherburn's Courtship.
For forty long years have we known him, A comble and the omen of old. And thrice forty years shall hath perished, E'er the fame of his deeds shall grow cold. No procloth nor scarlet adorn him, Nor buckskin that rival the snow,
But a plain skin of grey was his garment And he wore it for work, not for show For the horn of the hunter's now silent On the bines of the yellow no more Nor in Denton you'll hear its wild decor Clear sound o'er the dark of you's roar
When darkness at night draws her mantle And the cold round the fire bids us still Our children will say, Father, tell us Some tales of the famous John Peer We'll tell them of our answer unroyal Of Britain and Melody too
How they put up our ports at Keswick. I'm chasing from centre full view. For the horn of the hunters now silent. On the banks of the island no more. Nor in Genton you'll hear its wilding call. Clear sound or the dark gauders roar.
From Denton to Brighton to Skiddor, through a wiser bewalled at Whitefield. We galloped like madmen together, to follow the hounds of Johnfield. So long may we hunt with each other, till the hand of old age you can feel.
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The lad Rosalind's daughter Walked through the woods alone When my come captain were to burn A servant of the king He said unto his servant man Were it not against the law I'd take her into my own bed And lie her next to the wall
Then he jumped off his milk-white steed and he set the lady on. And all the way he walked on foot. And he held her by the hand. He held her by the middle of the waist. For fear that she should fall. Till he took her to his own bed. To lie her next to the wall.
Oh, saith the pretty lady, before you do gain me, it's you must dress me dishes yet. And that is dishes three, it's dishes three, you must dress me. Though I'll not eat at all, before I lie in your bed, I'll eat the stock one.
Bona nit.
A cherry when it is in bloom, I'm sure it has no stone. And the chicken when it's in the egg, I'm sure it has no bone. The dove, she is a gentle bird, and she flies without a gall. So we'll both lie in one bed, and you'll lie next to the wall.
Fins demà!
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El guitarrista més important del món folki d'aquella època va ser probablement John Renborn, fundador del grup seminal Pentangle i creador, o sense el seu John Renborn Group, de dits excepcionals com per exemple The Lady and the Unicorn, Faro Annie, Another Monday, Enchanted Garden i per damunt de tots el meravellós The Black Balloon. Escoltam avui I Know My Baby, tema enclosed dins Another Monday.
I know my baby, she's bound to love me some I know my woman, she's bound to love me some Why she throws her arms around me like a circle around the sun
Laid down last night Just a trying to take my rest Laid down last night I was a trying to take my rest But my mind got to wandering like wild geese in the west
The sun's gonna shine on my back door someday The sun's gonna shine on my back door someday You know the wind's gonna blow, gonna blow my blues away
I know my baby, she's bound to love me some. I know my woman, she's bound to love me some. Why she throws her arms around me like a circle around the sun.
El nostre grup preferit del panorama folk progressiu és sense cap dubte Amazing Blondell, un tio de peluts que feien la més refinada música possible d'aquell temps. Avui escoltarem tres cançons encloses dins la recopilació de temes inèdits Going Where The Music Takes Me, són All I Can Do, Set To See You Go i Old Man.
I keep saying over to myself. I'm not such a fool, I don't need someone here to hold my hand. You're not such a no-osser, don't try to say you understand.
But that does not mean that I'm wise enough to know what's leading me And I don't really care but I know I should wipe my eyes and see That's all I can do
Don't let me go flatter you by showing that you upset me Don't you worry too much, it does not become your facial leave
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Help me down, help me down You put my feet back on the ground Help me try to live my life alone Put me down, you put me down Until my head is spinning round I can't stand to live my life alone
I'm so glad that I could have known you. But I'm so sad to see you go. Love me high, love me low.
Tell me why I have to know I have to try To live my life alone See me high, see me low See me right before you go Leave me here To live my life alone Well, I'm so glad
That I could have known you But I'm so sad to see you
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I didn't think it funny, it didn't make him laugh Maybe he's lost the humour that he once had Why is he so serious? It wasn't years ago Maybe this is what the aging process does for you
You show him where he could be going. You show him deep master plan. Oh man, you hug the woman. Look, your children are they growing. Do for them all you can. Do for them all you can. You keep your hands on your children. No one else's but your own.
Do you really think we're sheltered from the rest of the world? Look in your newspapers, keep on watching your TVs Aren't you overly sick and at the sight of a human? Old man, he digs the white man He holds his arms outstretched
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Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Acabarem el programa amb els números dos del folk progressiu britànic, Magna Carta, els autors de l'immortal Airport Song, que ens oferiran per finir el recorregut d'avui el tema 7 o'clock hymn Midwinter, inclòs dins el seu primer àlbum de 1969. Això serà tot, molt bon i per tant, adeu, ahoy.
Diamonds in their velvet shining Hangs the sky, the night is flying slowly Nothing moves, the waking world is dumb Waiting for the service
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You say it can't be done But a little bit of blues to the edge of the morning sun
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Bona nit. Bona nit.
North wind, turn your face to frozen stone And darkness has no home And all around the earth is slowly waking In the east the darkness slowly breaks
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
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Child of the sun, would you go where the wind blows And winter trees stand heavy in the snow
Bona nit. Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Bona nit.
I must go far away before the sunrise Where leaves speak in whispers in the cold The wind stirs the embers With long forgotten faces
L'amor de Bali m'envien, mis adjus i jornalé.