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Hey, my little Doney girl
Don't you guess better be making your wedding dress
Wedding dress, wedding dress
Better be making your wedding dress
Well, It's already made
Trimmed in brown stitched around with golden crown
Golden crown, golden crown
Stitched around with golden crown
Well, It's already made
Trimmed in red stitched around with golden thread
Golden thread, golden thread
Stitched around with golden thread
Well, It's already made
Drimmed in green prettiest thing you've ever seen
Ever seen, ever seen
Prettiest thing you've ever seen
Well, It's already made
Trimmed in white gonna be married on Saturday night
Saturday night Saturday night,
Gonna be married on Saturday night
Well, she wouldn't say yes
She wouldn't say no all she do is just sit and sew
Sit and sew, sit and sew
All she do is just sit and sew
She promised to meet him
At Adams's Spring;
Expecting some money,
Or some other fine thing.
No money, no money,
To flatter the case.
"We'll have to get married,
So there'll be no disgrace."
"She jump you up, Omie,
And away we will ride.
To yonder fair country
And I'll make you my bride."
She jumped up behind him,
And away they did go
To yonder far country
Where the deep waters flow.
"Now, jump you down, Omie,
And I'll tell you my mind.
My mind is to drown you
And to leave you behind."
"Oh, no, oh, no,
Please don't take my life,
Oh, I will deny you
And I'll not be your wife."
Well, he kicked and he cuffed her
To the worst understand
And he threw her in deep water
That flows through the land.
They found her poor body
The following day
Run up on the river
Down the banks full of clay.
And up spoke her mother
With a voice such a-sting,
"No one but John Lewis
Could have done such a thing."
They traced him up the river
To Dutch Charlie's Bend,
For they found him in jail
For killin' a man.
"Go hang him, go hang him,"
Was her mother's command,
"Throw him in deep water
That flows through the land."
"Go hang him, go hang him,"
Was the judge's command,
"Throw him in deep water
That flows through the land."
I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away
Will the circle be unbroken
Bye and bye, Load, bye and bye
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky, Load, in the sky
Load, I told that undertaker
Undertaker please drive slow
For this body that you're hauling
Load, I hate to see her go
I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave
I went home, my home was lonely
Now my mother she has gone
All my brothers, sisters crying
What a home so sad and alone
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I don’t know what my baby's gonna say when I get
home,
I know I should have gone
but the booze keeps (a)flowing on,
but right now, feel like standing on head,
but the booze flow out of my ears,
but I really really really should go,
cause I know that my baby’s back home;
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Non so che dirà il mio tesoro quando rientrerò a casa
Lo so, dovrei andare via,
ma l’alcool continua a girare in testa,
ma proprio ora, mi sembra di stare a testa in giù,
ma l’alcool mi esce dalle orecchie,
ma dovrei proprio proprio proprio andare,
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My sweet woman and the dreams stop to tease me with
your smile
I gotta keep sober, keep my mind straight from red wine,
I once did climb my mountain side, did swim the silver red seas,
and once did caught the moonbeams,
but now I have flipped to my whim;
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Dolce tesoro, smettila di tentarmi con quel tuo sorriso.
Devo ritornare sobrio, portar via la mia testa dal vino rosso,
un tempo scalavo montagne, nuotavo in mari rosso argento
e una volta catturai i raggi di luna,
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Now dear old I’m glad and had it right, baby, from
the start,
he never did get married nor did he break any poor girl’s heart,
all his life worked his fingers to the bones,
bloody jumped in to gain home’s town,
but he couldn’t really call it his home,
and I wish that I could be like him.
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Ora, vecchio mio, sono felice e ho fatto bene sin
dall’inizio,
non si è mai sposato, né ha spezzato il cuore di dolci fanciulle,
ha trascorso la sua vita lavorando sodo
ha corso su e giù per ritornare nella città natia
Ma non l’ha mai chiamata veramente casa
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Well I married me a wife
She gave me trouble all my life
She ran me out in the cold rain and snow
Rain and snow, rain and snow
She ran me out in the cold rain and snow
She came a running on down the stairs
Combing back her long yellow hair
And her cheeks were as red as a rose
As a rose, as a rose
And her cheeks were as red as a rose
Well I ain't got no use for your red
apple juice
And I'm not gonna be treated this a way
This a way this a way
And I'm not gonna be treated this way
I see you sitting in the shade counting
every dime I've made
I'm so broke and I'm hungry too
Hungry too, hungry too
I'm so broke and I'm hungry too
I'm so broke and I'm hungry too
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Once a day seemed so endless
But that was very long ago
So much time has been wasted
And those days are turning to evening
??? (Got some federo?)
Better forget it, the wine will flow
Many chances were given
Some were taken, some were not
Blaming misunderstanding
For the opportunities lost
But they are soon forgotten
Light up a candle but it's blowin' hard
Try to reason
Why the fears are failing
Learn the lesson
Loosing every gain
You people who understand
Please hold out a helping hand
To people who can't find their way
Won't you treat them like a brother
Maybe some day
There'll be some solution
Though it may well
Need a revolution
Then there will be no one to blame
??? (Just like a hurricane?)
It's easy to see that we
May learn to love one another
Spend some time with your loved ones
Let your troubles melt away
There's a time and a place for everything
So try to relax
And let your mind run free
Live every moment and be glad you laugh |
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| Trascrizione ©
pervenute via e-mail da Don C. |
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It was in the rainy season
Waiting for the train
Leaving in the afternoon
All on your own again
Do you really understand it?
Can you tell me why it is this way? |
Era nella stagione delle piogge
Aspettando il treno
Partire nel pomeriggio
Tutta sola di nuovo
Tu lo capisci davvero?
Mi puoi dire perché è cosi? |
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Sad lady and her portmanteau
With no words left to say |
La signora triste e il suo baule
Senza parole da pronunciare |
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Saving that it’s only something that can happen any day
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Però è solo qualcosa che può sempre succedere |
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Toulose, circles rider turn on your childish grin
Shine on through the long black night
Go ride the dawn again |
Tolosa, motociclista, volgi il
tuo ghigno infantile
Splende durante la lunga nera notte
Vai, cavalca l'alba di nuovo |
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Your eyes are stars that twickly twinkle
Aureola around your head of flame
Sad story that you cannot tell where no one is to blame |
I tuoi occhi sono stelle che scintillano dolcemente
Aureola attorno alla tua testa di fuoco
Triste storia che non puoi raccontare, in cui non si critica nessuno |
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And anyhow it’s only something sure to come down with the
rain |
E tuttavia è solo qualcosa che stai certa verrà via con la
pioggia |
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Would I can hear a song so clear
The words can touch the earth
And catch the moon’s reflection
In the colour of her hair
To ease this ache of loneliness and blind the fishes stare |
Potrei sentire una canzone così chiara
Le parole possono toccare la terra
E cogliere il riflesso della luna
Nel colore dei suoi capelli
Per alleviare la sofferenza della solitudine e accecare lo sguardo fisso dei
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Even now I do remember one thing more that is not told
Just the slightly twisted crystal heart that keep you from the cold
All up the coast along the highway
Nobody there will now your name
So strange her fish you walk out now yet still remains the same
And even so you know there’s nothing that can ever really change |
Persino ora ricordo bene una cosa che non è stata detta
Solo il cuore di cristallo appena incrinato che ti sottrae al freddo
lassù sopra la costa lungo l'autostrada
Lì nessuno sa il tuo nome
bizzarro come gli eventi facciano il loro corso e pure rimangono uguali
eppure anche così sai che non c'è nulla che possa realmente cambiare. |
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Musicians Instrument
Terry Cox: Drums, Percussions
Bert Jansch: Guitar, Vocals
Jacqui McShee: Vocals
John Renbourn: Guitar, Sitar, Vocals
Danny Thompson: Bass
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Pentangle's Reflection - an
understated masterwork
Apr 27 '05 (da www.epinions.com )
The Bottom Line Pentangle's "Reflection" is a stark and beautiful folk album
of the most immaculate, yet memorable performances. The pinnacle of one of
the best folk-rock groups.
Pentangle were always a distinctive part of the late 1960s English
folk/rock scene. Unlike Fairport or Steeleye, their music was understated,
sparse, and atmospheric, in its early days entirely free of electric
instruments and at times incorporating influences (and songs) from jazz.
Their second, third and fourth albums, Sweet Child, Basket Of Light and
the beautiful Cruel Sister, showed them honing their unique approach with
ever-increasing clarity. At the same time, Basket of Light has reached the
UK Top 5 and just dented the Billboard Top 200, though Cruel Sister only
reached #51 in the UK. Jacqui McShee, the lead singer of the group, was
developing into an extremely touching singer who never sang a single harsh
note: the clear beauty on "When I Was In My Prime" and "Cruel Sister"
already reached remarkable heights. Bert Jansch and John Renbourn had both
shown themselves to be exceptional guitarists with a touching beauty even
when playing an electric, and Danny Thompson's amazing bowed double bass
always identified them very clearly.
However, Reflection, if surprisingly overlooked both critically and
comercially, stands as the record on which Pentangle honed their unique
blend of folk, jazz and a little blues to greatest effect. This is apparent
from the lively, twinkling opening track "Wedding Dress" where McShee's
joyful voice gives a song that is catchy yet amazingly melodic. If you
listen carefully, one can see some Thompson more prominent than ever with
his double bass. The second track "Omie Wise", takes time to get used to
because of the rather throaty vocals, but it is even more melodic than most
of Cruel Sister.
However, it is the third track, their rendition of the traditional
American hymn "Will The Circle Be Unbroken", which stands as Pentangle's
pinnacle. Much sparser even than previous Pentangle albums, the band shows
its style perfectly suited to maintaining the spiritual quality the song's
lyrics possess. McShee's voice and Terry Cox's seemingly at-ease percussion
are simple yet so memorable - the sound hasn't dated at all in the last
thirty-four years. "When I Get Home" is the closest of all the tracks on
Reflection to the atmospheric sound of previous albums, yet the chorus
possesses a level of dynamics previously unknown amongst the plaintive moods
that were a trademark of the band previously: they seem to go from quiet to
a fiery staccato (still not loud)almost spontaneously. The last track on
side one of the original vinyl, "Rain And Snow" is very similar to "Wedding
Dress" but features the surprising refinement of a piano.
The first track on side two, "Helping Hand", was stately and beautiful,
even more so, in fact, than the amazing "Lyke Wake Dirge" from Basket Of
Light. Whilst the lyrics might date the recording back to the sixties ("we
might need a revolution") the way in which the beautiful music still
resonantes more than a third of a century later is very surprising. "So
Clear", the seventh track, opens with an acoustic guitar line reminiscent of
their very earliest works, but then develops into a quiet folk ballad with
some of the most understated singing in folk music and a barely audible
piano in its later parts - it feels like the pianist was only playing the
left hand but is still heartfelt. The interplay on the guitar solo that
finishes the song, however, sustains it superbly for its full length. The
final track, the epic "Reflection" stands as a remarkable illustration of
how skilful Pentangle could be at the most subtle variations of musical
sound to keep a song interesting. Seen on "Jack Orion" from their previous
album. The really dark double bass line of Thompson in the first two minutes
almost puts sparks into the ears of an attentive listener at first, but then
seems to move into several voices at once during the second minute. McShee's
bell-like voice sounds, in the verses, almost as beautiful as on "Will The
Circle Be Unbroken". The high pitches she reaches might seem inappropriate
for a lyric that says "watched the whole world disappear", but the players
seem to think that such an apocalypse would not be as bad as people think -
a conclusion reinforced by the more hopeful lyrics of the rest of the piece.
It is amazing on "Reflection ("and some other tracks here) how Thompson
manages to make his double bass possess the tonal quality of a brass
instrument. After a simple electric guitar solo, the song changes tone with
what sounds like a drum solo from Cox and several more verses. The amazing
thing about this track is that all the band members play seemingly equal
roles in a way rarely found in any form of music: with most songs one cannot
judge how able some of the performers actually are just by listening.
For all the excellent music it contained, Reflection was overlooked both
by the critics and the public (though it was their best-selling album in the
US at a mere #183 on Billboard) and was the last of their original six
albums to be remastered.
However, the fact that Pentangle had made their sound sparser and less
cluttered had, as the songs mentioned above so, made their music even more
touching and tuneful than the best folk or folk/rock usually is. Together
with some of Jacqui McShee's best singing, this is ample reason to recommend
Reflection to all interested in folk-rock.
(This review was posted on
www.epinions.com by a member with nickname Zhulin and apparently is no
longer available on that site. Being an excellent review we've thus decided
to include it. In case of need the author can
contact us).
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