Thursday, 20 January 2011

Spoken word part 3 - the mystical


After the novel comes the mystical poem. Mike Scott has or is about to perform a whole evening of W B Yeat's poetry set to music. Fisherman's Blues contains his first stab with The Stolen Child. The spoken part by traditional Irish vocalist Tomás Mac Eoin gives just the right balance of the beguiling mysticism with a hint of menace.

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand
.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed -
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest
For he comes the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand



The Stolen Child - The Waterboys





From Yeats to the Men in Black! I wouldn't dare to compare the quality of the lyrics of this to a Yeat's poem, but there is something slightly hypnotic about the music and Hugh Cornwell's deadpan vocal. Also a good example of the spoken word with the lyrics sung over the top as a harmony which i always like and adds to dream like quality.


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