<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566</id><updated>2011-06-07T09:47:42.045+10:00</updated><category term='Death Row Conversation'/><category term='Pavane'/><category term='David LaMotte'/><category term='Sense and Sensibility'/><category term='Paper Moon'/><category term='Genticorum'/><category term='Martin Pearson'/><category term='You and Me'/><category term='The Queen and the Soldier'/><category term='Colin Hay'/><category term='John Thompson'/><category term='Liz Frencham'/><category term='Gabriel Faure'/><category term='Quebecois'/><category term='Fred Smith'/><category term='Bruce Watson'/><category term='Rachmaninov'/><category term='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><category term='Brandenburg Concerto'/><category term='Song of Peace'/><category term='Trenches'/><category term='Yo-Yo Ma'/><category term='Arkadi Zenziper'/><category term='Bourree'/><category term='Master and Commander'/><category term='Weep You No More Sad Fountains'/><category term='Peter'/><category term='Bach'/><category term='Le Tic-Tac du Moulin Et Les Malins Plaisirs'/><category term='Kate Miller-Heidke'/><category term='War'/><category term='Don McLean'/><category term='Kusi and You'/><category term='Bougainville'/><category term='Prelude'/><category term='Piano Concerto'/><category term='Masters of War'/><category term='Michael-John Azzopardi'/><category term='Vladislav Tschernushenko'/><category term='Mic Conway'/><category term='Vincent Bradley'/><category term='Were You There'/><category term='Crying in the Chapel'/><category term='Space They Cannot Keep'/><category term='The Water is Wide'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Mischa Maisky'/><category term='Jane Eaglen'/><category term='Ave'/><category term='Bells of St Andrew&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mikaela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOiGVPq96ko/R_B0oMnSwgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Byo-Pr30G58/S220/Photo+9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-7223126081315523404</id><published>2008-07-17T21:14:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:54:16.203+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Row Conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colin Hay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David LaMotte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fred Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song of Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bougainville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You and Me'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>Well then Pete. I guess I'll have to do a few songs to make up for my time away from the computer  :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's song has been inspired by a study avoidance prompted SeaChange marathon... classic show :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colin Hay&lt;/span&gt;'s '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death Row Conversation&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can have a free listen at www.last.fm/music/Colin+Hay/_/Death+Row+Conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;A moment of your time now&lt;br /&gt;As mine is closing in on me&lt;br /&gt;A simple farewell rhyme to&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who hears me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walked in shadows&lt;br /&gt;I have walked in blindness&lt;br /&gt;My life now lies behind me&lt;br /&gt;I have only one tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jake&lt;br /&gt;I have made more than one mistake&lt;br /&gt;Where I lost all sense of good reason&lt;br /&gt;Now my time has come&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere I can run&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please give me courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sister she's my saviour&lt;br /&gt;She's my one and only friend&lt;br /&gt;I know I do so love her&lt;br /&gt;She says that she will miss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow they will burn me&lt;br /&gt;They say that it will cause no pain&lt;br /&gt;But what greatly concerns me&lt;br /&gt;Is who of them would really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy Kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Thy will be done&lt;br /&gt;On Earth as it is in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;With one more setting sun&lt;br /&gt;And dinner just for one&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please give me courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the night grows darker&lt;br /&gt;My fear it now surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be stronger&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sister can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this wretched soul&lt;br /&gt;Try to make it whole&lt;br /&gt;It's true I have been a sinner&lt;br /&gt;I know I've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;And all I have is this song&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please give me courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy Kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Thy will be done&lt;br /&gt;On Earth as it is in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Now my time has come&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere I can run&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please give me courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little sad, but it's a song that seems to really strike something within me when I listen to it, maybe it's just the combination of Colin's voice, a voice that seems to have lived a lot, and the basic guitar accompaniment. Anyway, I like it, so have a listen and let me know what YOU think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second song, is from the AWESOME &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fred Smith&lt;/span&gt;, called '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You And Me&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written about when he was in Bougainville, it really reminded me what a personal sacrifice he made going over as a civilian to do his part in restoring peace, and that while his is a great story about the power of song to communicate, that it wasn't all happy happy joy joy campfire singing. Anyway, beautiful song, fascinating man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young people these days burn their CDs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're dropping their 'H's, dropping their 'E's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't go up drinking in proper bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And are deeply suspicious of men with guitars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took this job, that's what I did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's gotta be a better way of making a quid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than playing the pub circuit and selling CDs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full of songs about you and songs about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the sun come on the Buka Passage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could be six weeks 'til you get this message&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent last night drinking with Tor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down at the Kuri Village Resort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remind me never to drink with Norwegians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It causes the boys to doubt my allegiance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell it's better than drinking with Swedes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thinking about you and thinking about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wash-wash Marys are sweeping the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A flak jacket hangs from a nail on the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the years go by the problems here grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the milk of kindness still seems to flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's there in their laughter, there in their eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the killers here are nice guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a grace and a softness that sets me at ease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far from you and so far from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I wrote in the Cit-Rep I've got a hunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the Deputy Governor has gone out to lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he won't be back 'til June or July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone saw him setting off for Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a boat with his guards and his number two Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you that bloke, he's worse than Wayne Carey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He oughta no better at sixty three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better than you and better than me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out on a Sunday under coloured umbrellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls with the girls, the men with the fellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shirts and collars and frocks and sarongs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone's out in their best pair of thongs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down to House Lotu they walk hand in hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To pray to a God that was brought to their land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is hope, and hope is free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping that you are still hoping for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the Colonel got busted and Jim's been sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to ask William to stop being a prick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happens each day 'round a quarter to three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a gentleman's version of PMT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some nights I work through 'til after twelve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See your photograph blu-tacked to the plywood shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slip under my mosquito net and drift out to sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreaming of you and dreaming of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I heard that Ted's finally fixed up the Bedford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I'm out here pretending to be Robert Redford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all my friends getting on with their lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raising a family and keeping a wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know life's never a walk in the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we live as we dream, alone in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now I could use your company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Send this letter with love, to you from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(some of the words are guesses, I apologise for any mistakes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out at http://www.last.fm/music/Fred+Smith/_/You+And+Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last song is '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of Peace&lt;/span&gt;', as sung by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David LaMotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;This is my song oh God of all the nations&lt;br /&gt;A song of peace for lands afar and mine&lt;br /&gt;This is my home, the country where my heart is&lt;br /&gt;Here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine&lt;br /&gt;But other hearts in other lands are beating&lt;br /&gt;With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My country's skies are bluer than the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And sunlight beams on clover leaf and pine&lt;br /&gt;But other lands have sunlight too and clover&lt;br /&gt;And skies are everywhere as blue as mine&lt;br /&gt;This is my song oh God of all the nations&lt;br /&gt;A song of peace for their land and for mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just a short one, reflects how I'm feeling at the moment about some world events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave's done some amazing work for peace and towards a better world, so I applaud him (plus he's genuinely a nice guy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure where you can listen to it, but on itunes there's a short clip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-7223126081315523404?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7223126081315523404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=7223126081315523404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/7223126081315523404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/7223126081315523404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-then-pete.html' title='Song of the Day Catch-Up'/><author><name>Mikaela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOiGVPq96ko/R_B0oMnSwgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Byo-Pr30G58/S220/Photo+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-1637272705596732172</id><published>2008-07-17T10:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:30:34.242+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My gosh Mikaela!&lt;br /&gt;We have been lazy!&lt;br /&gt;Well you can stop tightly gripping your key boards in adrenalin filled suspense, my thousands of faithful subscribers, for here lays the song of the day for 17th of July, 2008...&lt;br /&gt;            Ben Folds- Landed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ff0776092d7045a6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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out the door&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds came tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And it's bye-bye goodbye I tried&lt;br /&gt;And I twisted it wrong just to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave myself behind&lt;br /&gt;And I've been flying high all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come pick me up&lt;br /&gt;I've landed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily dramas&lt;br /&gt;She made from nothing&lt;br /&gt;So nothing ever made it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She liked to push me&lt;br /&gt;And talk me back down&lt;br /&gt;'Till i believed I was the crazy one&lt;br /&gt;And in a way&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds came tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And it's bye-bye goodbye I tried&lt;br /&gt;Treading the sea of a troubled mind&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave myself behind&lt;br /&gt;Singin' bye-bye goodbye I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wrote me off&lt;br /&gt;I'd understand it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been on&lt;br /&gt;Some other planet&lt;br /&gt;So come pick me up&lt;br /&gt;I've landed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will be so&lt;br /&gt;Happy to know&lt;br /&gt;I've come along&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I opened my eyes and walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds came tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And it's bye-bye goodbye I tried&lt;br /&gt;Down comes the reign of the telephone czar&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to call&lt;br /&gt;And I will answer for myself&lt;br /&gt;Come pick me up...&lt;br /&gt;(Ba ba's)&lt;br /&gt;Come pick me up...&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba's..&lt;br /&gt;I've landed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-1637272705596732172?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ff0776092d7045a6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1637272705596732172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=1637272705596732172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/1637272705596732172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/1637272705596732172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-gosh-mikaela-we-have-been-lazy-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Pete-Poi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874986640268796426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-1247719386420371458</id><published>2008-05-10T13:07:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:27:18.697+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Miller-Heidke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Space They Cannot Keep'/><title type='text'>Song of the Week</title><content type='html'>Today I'm actually putting a relatively mainstream song in. wow.... haha&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Space They Cannot Touch"&lt;/span&gt;, sung by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Miller-Heidke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       How's my luck&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave now&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave them,&lt;br /&gt;their point of view&lt;br /&gt;My favourite place is me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;Watch you breathe in shadow light&lt;br /&gt;A perfect world lies next to me&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to sleep to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I am good enough to keep you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning sun warms our skin&lt;br /&gt;And distant sounds&lt;br /&gt;The day begins&lt;br /&gt;Soon their world will come calling for us&lt;br /&gt;But this is the space they cannot touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I am good enough to keep you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Space They Cannot Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is a love song that is popular in the repertoire of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brisbane" title="Brisbane"&gt;Brisbane&lt;/a&gt; singer and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sony-BMG" class="mw-redirect" title="Sony-BMG"&gt;Sony-BMG&lt;/a&gt; artist &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kate_Miller-Heidke" title="Kate Miller-Heidke"&gt;Kate Miller-Heidke&lt;/a&gt;. Released independently on her EP &lt;i&gt;Telegram&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004_in_music" title="2004 in music"&gt;2004&lt;/a&gt;, it received considerable airplay on the Australian youth radio network &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triple_J" title="Triple J"&gt;Triple J&lt;/a&gt; and has become a centrepiece of Miller-Heidke's concerts. In &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_2005" title="November 2005"&gt;November 2005&lt;/a&gt; it was included in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EMI" title="EMI"&gt;EMI&lt;/a&gt; Australia's summer anthology &lt;i&gt;Coastal Chill 6&lt;/i&gt;. Posts to Miller-Heidke's website indicate that it has also had some popularity as a wedding song.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Space They Cannot Touch&lt;/i&gt; was written by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keir_Nuttall" title="Keir Nuttall"&gt;Keir Nuttall&lt;/a&gt;, guitarist with Kate Miller-Heidke's touring and recording band &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transport_%28band%29" title="Transport (band)"&gt;Transport&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The song was re-recorded for Kate Miller-Heidke's debut album &lt;i&gt;Little Eve&lt;/i&gt;, released in June 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MoUHOxbsdMY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MoUHOxbsdMY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she can do with her voice is pretty amazing, I remember seeing her perform on TV and they said that she trained as an opera singer. This is my song for this week, I listened to it several times in a row on a long plane flight, and it just seems to be great mood music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-1247719386420371458?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1247719386420371458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=1247719386420371458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/1247719386420371458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/1247719386420371458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-im-actually-putting-relatively.html' title='Song of the Week'/><author><name>Mikaela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOiGVPq96ko/R_B0oMnSwgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Byo-Pr30G58/S220/Photo+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-8662559624840078916</id><published>2008-04-16T19:55:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:13:47.267+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don McLean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying in the Chapel'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><content type='html'>Today's song: '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crying in the Chapel&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Don McLean&lt;/span&gt;' (Written by Arthur Glenn, made famous by Elvis, but I like this version better)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You saw me crying in the chapel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tears I shed were tears of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the meaning of contentment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am happy with the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a plain and simple chapel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where humble people go to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray the Lord that I'll grow stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I live from day to day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I searched and I searched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I couldn't find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way on Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm happy in the chapel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where people are of one accord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes we gather in the chapel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to sing and praise the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you'll search and you'll search&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you'll never find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No way on Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To find peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take your troubles to the chapel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get down on your knees and pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take your troubles to a chapel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you'll surely find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d5_xFiJGGV4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d5_xFiJGGV4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the gospel feel, and honest purity of Don McLean's version. He seems to really feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it says on Wikipedia -  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Crying in the Chapel&lt;/b&gt;" was a song written by Artie Glenn for his son &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darrell_Glenn" title="Darrell Glenn" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Darrell&lt;/a&gt; to sing. Darrell recorded it, while still in high school, in 1953 along with Artie's band the Rhythm Riders. It became a local hit and publishers got hold of it and it went nationwide. That same year the black group, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Orioles" title="The Orioles" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Orioles&lt;/a&gt;, recorded it, and it became a major success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;On Oct. 30, 1960, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elvis_Presley" title="Elvis Presley" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/a&gt; recorded a version of the song during the sessions for his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RCA_Records" title="RCA Records" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;RCA Records&lt;/a&gt; gospel album, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/His_Hand_in_Mine" title="His Hand in Mine" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;His Hand in Mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It was not included in that album, but rather was held back by RCA and finally released as an "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter" title="Easter" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Easter&lt;/a&gt; Special" single (447-0643) in April 1965, and hit #3 on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billboard_Hot_100" title="Billboard Hot 100" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;singles chart&lt;/a&gt;, the greatest chart success for Presley over a six-year span. It was later included as a bonus track on Presley's 1967 gospel album, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_Great_Thou_Art_%28album%29" title="How Great Thou Art (album)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;How Great Thou Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The song was redone in the 1980's by Allies, a Christian band, on their 1989 album "Long Way From Paradise". While a little more contemporary, it still evokes the same feeling as the Elvis Presley version."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-8662559624840078916?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8662559624840078916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=8662559624840078916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/8662559624840078916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/8662559624840078916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-of-day_16.html' title='Song of the Day'/><author><name>Mikaela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOiGVPq96ko/R_B0oMnSwgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Byo-Pr30G58/S220/Photo+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-7011829796238903596</id><published>2008-04-09T21:33:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:13:29.954+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel Faure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pavane'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I once played this song on trumpet with a piano accompaniment for a soirée, it wasn't as long, but it was all about playing it really beautifully. It's got such a beautiful melody, and the chords were so fantastic.  So listen to as much as you can manage! It's a great piece!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gabriel FAURE': Pavane, Op. 50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b72342b3fe1e5ace" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db72342b3fe1e5ace%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331124433%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B057D6E06089AA6EDF6E39B0F0AF96148AAB7EF.5B2DA3EF3F8FAE4040E77EECC92F82D7AB8DA3D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db72342b3fe1e5ace%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2TRClhpZOfN-yvXVzLtaOreaLCA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db72342b3fe1e5ace%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331124433%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B057D6E06089AA6EDF6E39B0F0AF96148AAB7EF.5B2DA3EF3F8FAE4040E77EECC92F82D7AB8DA3D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db72342b3fe1e5ace%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2TRClhpZOfN-yvXVzLtaOreaLCA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-7011829796238903596?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b72342b3fe1e5ace&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7011829796238903596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=7011829796238903596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/7011829796238903596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/7011829796238903596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-once-played-this-song-on-trumpet-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Pete-Poi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874986640268796426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-2262494301124691711</id><published>2008-04-08T19:27:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:23:48.765+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Bradley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandenburg Concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachmaninov'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arkadi Zenziper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prelude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piano Concerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bourree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vladislav Tschernushenko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mic Conway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liz Frencham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bach'/><title type='text'>Not so much a Song of the Day</title><content type='html'>A little treat :)&lt;div&gt;My favourites from the past few days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the Prelude was from before, but I couldn't resist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6yuR8efotI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6yuR8efotI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and the Bourree from the 3rd suite is cool too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ok24iv3Fcxc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ok24iv3Fcxc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course from Bach's Brandenburg Concerto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZ9qWpa2rIg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZ9qWpa2rIg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I came home to see Rachmaninov's Piano Concerto No. 2 playing on Ovation, with Arkadi Zenziper playing the piano, with the St. Petersburg State Orchestra and conducted by Vladislav Tschernushenko and fell in love with it. This version isn't as good (in my opinion anyway) but it's still the same piece of music :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZRbko3UsnQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ZRbko3UsnQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gx_XfNWkf_s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gx_XfNWkf_s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bxwmg-YTAr0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bxwmg-YTAr0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlvibGCRDkY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlvibGCRDkY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely unrelated, I was browsing youtube after and found an awesome video of Liz Frencham and Mic Conway recording 'Paper Moon' (cool song, cool people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MLp5KCekxY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MLp5KCekxY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another of Liz and Vince Bradley mucking around with their version of 'Baby It's Cold Outside'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpWsgay_rxI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpWsgay_rxI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-2262494301124691711?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2262494301124691711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=2262494301124691711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/2262494301124691711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/2262494301124691711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-so-much-song-of-day.html' title='Not so much a Song of the Day'/><author><name>Mikaela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOiGVPq96ko/R_B0oMnSwgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Byo-Pr30G58/S220/Photo+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-2750000378436277318</id><published>2008-04-03T16:03:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:20:35.934+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masters of War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Pearson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kusi and You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Watson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fred Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Were You There'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trenches'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><content type='html'>Four songs today - in keeping with my theme, I couldn't have one without the others &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These songs have been on a special playlist on my ipod for awhile now, and were brought back to mind by photos I saw today of the rows upon rows of war graves in just one cemetery in France, from WWI. There was a picture of a gravestone on one of the sites, just showing the epitaph at the bottom - 'Till we meet again Father'. These songs just highlight for me the pain and loss of all wars and battles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first, a song by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruce Watson&lt;/span&gt; - '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trenches&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are trenches in the hills by Sarajevo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where soldiers hunch against the wind and snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their eyes, their guns sparkle in the red glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the houses burning in the town below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their hearts are filled with pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their minds are filled with hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is on their side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They fight for glory, land and state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a trench in a field by Sarajevo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where a mother lays her precious child to rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was looking for his father from the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a sniper's bullet took him in the breast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She mouths a silent prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She shivers in the frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The countryside is bare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no wood for a cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are trenches that will rend the hearts forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the women raped in anger and disdain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the soldiers, who in peaceful times could never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have believed they'd be so eager to cause pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When purity is all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For women and for race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the victor goes the spoils&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the victim sheer disgrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are trenches between people in the Balkans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of ethnic pride and history's tie to land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wherever hearts are cold and lives are broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all must see the blood on our own hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From our shanty towns of shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the famine's cruel decay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between us and them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We build trenches every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trenches every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His website is: http://www.geocities.com/brucewatson1/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Fred Smith&lt;/span&gt;'s '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Kusi &amp;amp; You&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Kusi and you were leaving for Bougainville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the 2nd Battalion from Lay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt so proud, my husband the soldier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working for peace in a land far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't understand about the Pangoona thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's Francis Ona, what's BRA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I understood that you are a soldier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you marched like a soldier from the barracks that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I love you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than I ever did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish you weren't leaving, I wish you could stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I understand that you are a soldier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a soldier, you fight for your pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got your first call, you'd made it to Buka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were heading down south on a chopper that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four weeks then past, til you called me from Aranwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something had happened, you seemed so far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I said 'Hey what you doing'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you got all secretive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Government work, you said it's classified&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well let the Government know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's your woman you're speaking with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does the Government know of the nights I have cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll bet I love you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than I ever did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you now, more than I could ever say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just what you're doing there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you are a soldier, you fight for your pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the day that you left, was the first of December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said you'd be home by the first of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I had to wait til the third of October&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for this letter, it says that you died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tells me you fell in the BRA ambush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fought til the end, til you ran out of rounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Kusi just told me, that wasn't what happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said one of their men turned your claymores around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I need to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was some better reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to now, that it wasn't in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the Moresby politicians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seem to change every season &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This hole in my heart now, seems to remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I love you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than I ever did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need you now, more than I could ever say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was some better reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than you are a soldier, who died for his pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fred wrote this during his time in Bougainville working for DFAT, singing songs in Pidgin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can listen to a little at http://payplay.fm/iaincs (it's well worth listening to the snippets of his other songs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third - '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Were You There?&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Martin Pearson &amp;amp; the MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were you there in Washington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the eagle spread his claws?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat down with the lion-heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To flout their own damn laws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were you when the order came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aboard an east-bound transport plane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where Jordy prayed to Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the Jesus he knows well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's words of peace will rule the Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Allah's blown to hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were you there in Baghdad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the bombs lit up the sky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did your spirit turn away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you saw that child die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you hear her mother cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The self same tears as you and I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the bombers pray to Allah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Allah knows them well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Allah's words will rule the Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jordy's blown to hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were you there in Canberra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the phone calls came?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calling obligations in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a trace of shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another long sad day goes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many tears we've yet to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we pray to Gods and Saviours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh but surely we can tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their words will ring, in an empty world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we're all blown to hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the final song, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Martin Pearson &amp;amp; the MP3&lt;/span&gt;'s version of '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Masters of War&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah you masters of war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have built all the bombs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have built the death planes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've built all the guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hide walls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you hide behind desks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want you to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I've seen through your masks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've never done nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But build to destroy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You play with my world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like it's your little toy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You put a gun in my hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you hide from my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you turn and run faster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When hard bullets fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Judas of old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You lie and deceive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well war can be won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want us to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've seen through your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've seen through your brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I see through the water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That run downs my drain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You fasten the triggers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For others to fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you sit back and watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the death count gets higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For threatening my babies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unborn and unnamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You aint worth the blood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That runs in your veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hope that you die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And your death will come soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will march by your casket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the pale afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll watch while they lay you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down on your deathbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I'll stand by your grave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Til I'm sure that you're dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Harmonica solo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me ask you one question &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is your money that good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it buy you redemption? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you think that it would?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you might find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When death takes it's toll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the money you've made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't buy back your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah you masters of war &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have built all the bombs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have built the death planes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've built all the guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hide behind walls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hide behind desks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want you to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I've seen through your masks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you masters of war, masters of war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phew.... it feels good to get that one off my chest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can check out Martin at www.7thdimension.com.au/index.cfm?artist_details=4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll put some more related links up when I can be bothered finding them, but for now, reflect and enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-2750000378436277318?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2750000378436277318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=2750000378436277318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/2750000378436277318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/2750000378436277318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the Day'/><author><name>Mikaela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOiGVPq96ko/R_B0oMnSwgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Byo-Pr30G58/S220/Photo+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-3675906288093937033</id><published>2008-04-02T16:10:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:18:19.720+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master and Commander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prelude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischa Maisky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sense and Sensibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weep You No More Sad Fountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Eaglen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yo-Yo Ma'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>Well I'm getting good at this catch-up thing :)&lt;div&gt;Peter has requested that I post an emo song, to represent our moods this week (half-yearly exams are on) but I couldn't bring myself to actually do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the song for yesterday (Tuesday) was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J. S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bach&lt;/span&gt;'s '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prelude from the Unaccompanied Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...... I don't think I have to say anymore, excuse me while I melt in my chair....  there is just something about the tone of the cello, and this piece shows it off so well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a fast version, played by Rostropovich himself, go to www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU_QR_FTt3E&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or a slower version by Yo-Yo Ma at www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZn_VBgkPNY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZn_VBgkPNY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZn_VBgkPNY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even another version by Mischa Maisky at www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6yuR8efotl&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6yuR8efotI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6yuR8efotI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite version is the one on the Master &amp;amp; Commander soundtrack, but I love this piece in every form I've heard it so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's song, in keeping with my slightly classical theme, is '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weep You No More Sad Fountains&lt;/span&gt;'  not sure exactly who it's by as yet, but google is telling me John Dowland. The version on the Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility soundtrack is sung by Jane Eaglen, and in the movie Kate Winslet sings it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weep you no more sad fountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What need you flow so fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look how the snowy mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven's sun doth gently waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my sun's heavenly eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View not your weeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That now lies sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Softly, softly, now softly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Softly lies sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep is a reconciling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rest that peace begets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doth not the sun rise smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When fair at ev'n he sets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest you then, rest, sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melt not in weeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While she lies 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6b6d1684a2ca55b4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3675906288093937033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=3675906288093937033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/3675906288093937033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/3675906288093937033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-of-day-catch-up.html' title='Song of the Day Catch-Up'/><author><name>Mikaela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOiGVPq96ko/R_B0oMnSwgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Byo-Pr30G58/S220/Photo+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-8284018825560891252</id><published>2008-03-31T14:14:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:19:03.809+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bells of St Andrew&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael-John Azzopardi'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><content type='html'>My song for today is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael-John Azzopardi&lt;/span&gt;'s beautiful '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bells of St Andrew's&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the sun is sleeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the clouds they are weeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;washing the colours to grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the bells of St Andrew's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an old man in yesternews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silently sleeping the day away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's too late for praying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that's what they're saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go on fool just get away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's just the problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's too much promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to say it's all a waste anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today I'm not worries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I'm in no hurry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess I'll just let me escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because life's and illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone else's confusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's okay I'll take the blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well seasons keep turning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too dumb for learning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep on making the same old mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I've lost my direction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't make a connection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything seems so vague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the sun is sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the clouds they are weeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they even wash the smile from my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the bells of St Andrew's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an old man in yesternews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silently passes away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty sad song, but Michael is a genius with his guitar. I'm so proud to be able to say that I know him, and if you get a chance to see him, you'd be an idiot to miss out. New CD out soon, the tracks he let me listen to sound great, so keep an eye out for it. Beautiful man, beautiful guitar, beautiful voice - you can't go wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a short snippet go to http://www.michaelazzopardi.com/selftitledaudio.htm then click on the little red arrow/fast forward buttony thing on the music player until it says Bells of St Andrews in the top right corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out his website at www.michaelazzopardi.com/about  or his myspace at www.myspace.com/michaeljohnazzopardi, I think it's on his player there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-8284018825560891252?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8284018825560891252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=8284018825560891252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/8284018825560891252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/8284018825560891252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/song-of-day_31.html' title='Song of the Day'/><author><name>Mikaela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOiGVPq96ko/R_B0oMnSwgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Byo-Pr30G58/S220/Photo+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-2079237859154283120</id><published>2008-03-30T19:39:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:20:12.787+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David LaMotte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><title type='text'>My first contribution</title><content type='html'>In a non-egocentric way, this song- Peter- is so nice. I usually have phobias of listening to words, but these were really interesting. It's very Mikaela like song. Especially after David Lamotte  agreed to join my polygamous marriage and have my children. So here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;br /&gt;Dave Lamotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     What I'm saying, friend, may surprise you&lt;br /&gt;Though I trust you will listen and hear&lt;br /&gt;I'm not out to make you angry&lt;br /&gt;We both know beneath our anger lies our fear&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so simple and it's so complicated&lt;br /&gt;Not gentle, not just a warm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Many will die in the name of peace&lt;br /&gt;But war will not lead us to healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant what I said, Peter, put down your sword&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget or did you think I was joking?&lt;br /&gt;This is not why I'm here, Peter, not to destroy&lt;br /&gt;The world is already so broken&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a fool's what I am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will die for nothing&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will change in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant what I said, Peter, put down your sword&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget or did you think I was joking?&lt;br /&gt;This is not why I'm here, Peter, not to destroy&lt;br /&gt;The world is already so broken&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a fool's what I am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will die for nothing&lt;br /&gt;If nothing will change in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am scared and I'm angry&lt;br /&gt;That we live in this occupied land&lt;br /&gt;Where the Romans do not rule my hands&lt;br /&gt;There are so many lives on the line here&lt;br /&gt;This is not some philosopher's game&lt;br /&gt;And if you draw your sword Peter&lt;br /&gt;You may not raise that sword in my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the children of Abraham&lt;br /&gt;God bless the Romans who reign&lt;br /&gt;God bless the peacemakers and warriors&lt;br /&gt;Who each think the other insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I meant what I said, Peter, put down your sword&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget or did you think I was joking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please note, the similarities in name are purely coincidental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-2079237859154283120?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2079237859154283120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=2079237859154283120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/2079237859154283120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/2079237859154283120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-contribution.html' title='My first contribution'/><author><name>Pete-Poi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05874986640268796426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-5503319947453614165</id><published>2008-03-29T18:55:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:22:08.984+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Pearson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Le Tic-Tac du Moulin Et Les Malins Plaisirs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Queen and the Soldier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quebecois'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Thompson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liz Frencham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genticorum'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>I missed two days, so I'll put up 3 songs today to make up for it :)&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday - '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Queen and the Soldier&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liz Frencham and Martin Pearson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "I am not fighting for you anymore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And slowly she let him inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only first I am asking you why"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down the long narrow hall he was led&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into her rooms with her tapestries red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she never once took the crown from her head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked him there to sit down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said "I see you know, you are so very young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now will you tell me why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she closed herself up like a fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he placed his hand down on top of her head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he bowed her down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I won't march again on your battlefield"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he took her to the window to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the sun, it was gold, thought the sky it was grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she wanted more than she ever could say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And would not look at his face again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he said, "I want to live as an honest man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get all I deserve and to give all I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to love a young woman who I don't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Highness, your ways are very strange"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the crown it had fallen, and she thought she would break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she stood there, ashamed of the the way her heart ached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would only be a moment inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out in the distance her order was heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while the queen went on strangling in the solitude she preferred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The battle continued on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song makes me want to cry, it's so beautiful. These two amazing musicians have spectacularly beautiful voices in their own rights, and combined, it makes for an emotional chord-striking song. The bass is awesome too :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was originally written and performed by Suzanne Vega, but Liz and Martin recorded it on Liz's new album of duets, 'You &amp;amp; Me Vol. 1'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out her website at www.lizfrencham.com    she is my idol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday - '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le Tic-Tac du Moulin Et Les Malins Plaisirs&lt;/span&gt;' by the amazing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genticorum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I can't figure out how to put the different characters in, so I apologise that the french accents and other cool grammatical things will not be appearing here tonight. Plus the layout of this song is pretty funky, there's a lot of call-and-response and repeating, so I'm just going to write it as it appears in the booklet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'etait un jour de fete, comme si c'etait demain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'ai rencontre ma mie, qui dormait dans un coin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N'approchez pas, fillettes, du tic-tac du moulin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'ai rencontre ma mie, qui dormait dans un coin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'lui ai dit : chere mignonne, tu me r'connais-tu bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah oui, mon beau galant, nous etions au moulin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je mangeais d'la sucisse, un p'tit verre a la main&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nous avions arrose a grands renforts de vin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le tonneau, la barrique, nous ne les craignions point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On en fut bien malade quand arriva matin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fallu aler qu'ri, aller qu'ri le medecin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'bonhomme dans sa visite, m'a interdit le vin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais d'aller voir les filles, il me l'interdit point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'aller te voir, mignonne, bien calee dans le grain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it says in the CD booklet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In this particular song, a young man finds himself feeling ill after a night with a few bottles of wine and his favourite companion. The doctor tells him to give up drinking for his health, but thankfully he isn't so strict when it comes to women. The song is followed by a tune in 3/4 to accompany the dance of your choice, with or without undergarments."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I missed out on Genticorum's show at the Harp in Tempe on Friday night as I was watching Cloudstreet in Hornsby, but I listen to this song on repeat through much of Friday, so in a way it kind of made up for it (not really, but I keep telling myself that so I don't get too depressed). My friends all laughed at me when I told them I was in love with an overweight, French-Canadian fiddle player, but it's true.... their music is fantastic (my school friends are notorious non-fans of folk music, but I'm working on their conversions all the time). Haha I'm pretty proud of myself coz I've learnt some of the lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genticorum are a band from Montreal, who play traditional Quebecoise music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can listen to a snippet at www.genticorum.com/mp3/le_tic-tac_du_moulin.mp3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check them out at www.genticorum.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do it... *shakes fist menacingly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Thompson's&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ave&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we sang "Ave Maria"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they told us what the words were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A homage to a lady, the purest of them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mother of the Christ-child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A woman of great beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one who bore the son who was the saviour of us all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we sang "Ave Maria"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the taught us what the words were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The men in robes who loved no woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But gave their lives to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They taught us with their firm words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They taught us with their firm hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we wondered on the love of Mary, mother of the child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we sang "Ave Maria"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We grew to know what all the words were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words of love and cruelty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of discipline and stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They taught us all the things we mustn't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all the things we mustn't dream of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I saw the love they spoke of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shining through their lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we sang "Ave Maria"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we forgot what all the words were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The message of a mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who'd touched the hand of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story of her sacrifice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To give her life up for another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the son she bore so painfully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who gave his life for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we sang "Ave Maria"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we sang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ave Maria, gratia plena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dominus tectum, Ave Maria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benedictatu, benedictatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In mulieribus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et benedictus, fructis ventris tui, Jesu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sanct Maria, ora, ora pro nobis."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John wrote this song about the time he spent as a choir boy at a cathedral in Brisbane. He sung it at a request from me on Friday night.... I thought I had died and gone to heaven. His voice is indescribably beautiful, words do not do it justice. You can check it out yourself at www.neverthetwain.com/sounds/Live%20at%20the%20Pod/Ave.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Cloudstreet's website is www.cloudstreet.org - John and Nicole sing some great harmonies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-5503319947453614165?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5503319947453614165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=5503319947453614165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/5503319947453614165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/5503319947453614165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/song-of-day-catch-up.html' title='Song of the Day Catch-Up'/><author><name>Mikaela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOiGVPq96ko/R_B0oMnSwgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Byo-Pr30G58/S220/Photo+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594849945733912566.post-1998568365912536742</id><published>2008-03-26T21:44:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:22:29.764+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David LaMotte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Water is Wide'/><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well the whole point of this blog was to create a place where I could write about the song that grabbed my attention today, that I loved for one reason or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today's song is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David LaMotte'&lt;/span&gt;s version of '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Water Is Wide&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open D tuning:D A D F# A D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water is wide, I can't cross o'er&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And neither have I wings to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Build me a boat that can carry two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And both shall row, my love and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a ship, she sails the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's loaded deep, as deep can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not so deep as the love I'm in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know not how I sink or swim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh love is handsome and love is fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sweetest flower when first it's new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But love grows old and waxes cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fades away like summer dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I may speak with tongues of fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And have the gift to all inspire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And have no love, my words are vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As sounding brass, and hopeless gain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The water is wide, I can't cross o'er&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And neither have I wings to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Build me a boat that can carry two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And both shall row, my love and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this song, but because David is such a champ it just makes it even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out his website at www.davidlamotte.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As David himself says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...this is a true folk song, i.e one whose writers are wholly unknown. There is even debate in traditional folk circles as to which country gave birth. Some say it's a Robert Burns song. I've always loved it, though, partly because it has an emotional complexity rarely captured in song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I love about it, though, is that though I've heard it performed by dozens of different artists, I don't think I've ever heard any two sing it with exactly the same lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my part for the folk process by adding in a verse from a hymn which shares the same tune, though I made my own adaptation there, too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the way it flows, and desperately want Mr Peade to help me choreograph something to it for SoPA (the big performing arts show at my school) as it's my last year, and I don't think I could come up with anything worthy of the song by myself between now and then. So we'll see how that goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594849945733912566-1998568365912536742?l=songformyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1998568365912536742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=594849945733912566&amp;postID=1998568365912536742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/1998568365912536742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/594849945733912566/posts/default/1998568365912536742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songformyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the Day'/><author><name>Mikaela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JOiGVPq96ko/R_B0oMnSwgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Byo-Pr30G58/S220/Photo+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
