Discussion in 'Music' started by Plantagenet, 14 October 2013.
Post your folk and folksy music here.
I find this delightfully heart-warming.
I am too challenged to post actual videos. So, if any of the Scandinavian brethren or other Euro folks wish, I can suggest quite a few white American folk sounds. Won't try here. But we're not gone here in the world's last fucking superpower. I've read Spengler and Evola and I know the wheel is downturning, but goddamn it there's LIFE here. We live. Ain't nothing but to get to it.
Sorry. Drunk tonight.
Thanks for this thread. I usually make it and nobody else replies in it...
Anyways, I'm nowadays a heavy user of Bluegrass. That's really an extension of European folk music in my opinion. Sure there is Blues influences, but influences have happened since the Neolithic Stone Age. And if this ain't country...
... I will eat a hatfull of echt scheisse.
And if you disagree, I'll drive after you with a few pickups full of my cousins armed with torches and pitchforks. And make you eat the sweet scheiß.
A derivative of the traditional folk ballad 'The Three Ravens'. There are only two scavengers in "Twa Corbies", but this is the least of the differences between the songs, although they do begin the same. However, rather than commenting on the loyalty of the knight's beasts, the corbies mention that the hawk and the hound have abandoned their master, and are off chasing other game, while his mistress has already taken another lover. The ravens are therefore guaranteed an undisturbed meal, as no one else knows where the man lies, or even that he's dead. They discuss in some gruesome detail the meal they will make out of him, plucking out his eyes and using his hair for their nests. Some themes believed to be portrayed in "Twa Corbies" are: the fragility of life, the idea that life goes on after death, and a more pessimistic viewpoint on life.
As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies makin a mane;
The tane unto the ither say,
"Whar sall we gang and dine the-day?"
"In ahint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And nane do ken that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound an his lady fair."
"His hound is tae the huntin gane,
His hawk tae fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady's tain anither mate,
So we may mak oor dinner swate."
"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike oot his bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We'll theek oor nest whan it grows bare."
"Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken whar he is gane;
Oer his white banes, whan they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair."
And a Norwegian version:
My favourite song of the month.
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