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Old 07-17-2007, 08:36 AM   #9
Morthoron
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Originally Posted by Lalwendë View Post
...and you might try Martin Carthy's Rackabello - a rather ace jaunty song about a man killing a Giant's little pig...and I've got but have yet to rip a new CD of ancient Yule songs/carols/wassails/hails to the Green Man by the Watersons & Martin & Eliza Carthy, as performed in Whitby last Christmas...but don't get me started on the area of folk music because I'll rattle on for hours and I shall have Mithalwen accusing me of being a beardy weirdy.
Mr. Carthy is a brilliant guitarist and is one of those underappreciated masters who influenced an entire generation of folk musicians. I met him in the mid-90's during a Steeleye Span reunion tour (I am sure I was gushing like a little schoolgirl). And Lalwende, if you wish to rattle on for hours regarding folk music, please do so. This is the perfect thread for it.

The aformentioned Steeleye Span is another band who could add to the Middle-earth soundtrack. There are a few songs from The Waterboys you could throw in there as well, particularly on the 'Room to Roam' album (which has one of the best renditions of 'Raggle Taggle Gypsy'), like 'Song From The End Of The World'....

Here is the smell
of seafood pie
a broken tower
on the open sky
a chain of islands
rolling West
in sight of the house
where we are guests

A rambling old river
twist through the fields
ancient names
imprinted on shields
gifts arrive
for a baby girl
born a queen
at the end of the world

Furious music
from an open door
the sound of feet
beating on a stone floor
always the wind
always the form
of an elder God
hooved and horned

The head of the mountain
lost in a cloud
a country woman
soft and proud
into the bay
the horses swirl
for we come to the sea
at the end of the world
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