Loreena McKennitt - The Stolen Child
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Where dips the rocky highland
Of Slueth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsey water rats;
There we've hif our faery vats
Full of berries
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 yee can understand
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
Far off by furthest rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands anf 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 is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world is more full of weeping than yee can understand
Where the wandering water gushes
From th ehills above Glen-Car,
In pools amoung the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek the sumblering trout
And wispering 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 worlds more full of weeping than yee 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
Form a world more full of weeping than he can understand
- To serce daje kolor wszystkiemu, co człowiek widzi, słyszy i wie. Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi
- Quot servi, tot hostes - ilu niewolników, tylu wrogów. Katon Starszy
- Aniołowie mają język i głosu wydobyć nie mogą. Nikos Kazantzakis
Wiadomości ze światowego rynku muzycznego
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Hear 'Human' NOW in it's ENTIRETY
Hey Stars! The wait is finally over! You can listen to my entire new album 'Human' on MTV's "The Leak"! Check it out now and don't forget to pre-order it on iTunes. There is a deluxe version as well with a bunch of extra tracks. This record really means a lot to me and I'm so excited to finally be able to share it with you.
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Something is off in the peculiar, fictional town of DanslowâŚ
The gruesome murder of your best friend has occurred, and you are the only one who can find the killer inside MUDVAYNE's innovative and dark new virtual universe.
Beginning today (November 18, day of release), fans will find the following items inside the packaging for MUDVAYNE's album THE NEW GAME (Epic) to play: a unique code number they will need to register on Mudvayne.com, 11 mugshot photos of different suspects and the full back-story on the situation involving each suspect. To solve the mystery by eliminating one suspect each week, fans must use the full album packaging including: lyrics for the new album; the mugshots and information on each suspect included in the packaging; their historical knowledge of MUDVAYNE; and the video for "Do What You Do" (which is now added to MTV2 and Fuse), along with weekly clues revealed at http://www.mudvayne.com/.
Click on the links to view details of "The New Game" contest, which is enabling fans to experience the music in a brand new way.
Backstory of the ghastly murder in Danslow:
http://www.mudvayne.com/backstory.php
The Suspects:
http://www.mudvayne.com/suspects.php
Week 1 Clue:
http://www.mudvayne.com/week01.php
Note: The grand-prize winner will claim a MUDVAYNE "VIP Laminate for Life." A lucky runner-up will receive a Washburn signed guitar and 10 additional runners up will receive signed copies of THE NEW GAME deluxe edition CD, which includes expanded artwork and packaging. All copies of THE NEW GAME will contain the code needed to play, as well as a free one-year fan club membership giving them first access to ticket on-sales and other exclusive opportunities.
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True Colors Live EP!
Get the True Colors Live EP!
- Miłość jest zawsze wdzięczna.
- Z deszczu pod rynnę. Przysłowie polskie
- Prawdziwa miłość jest chorobą, a czas lekarzem, który nie może przyjść, bo ma zajęte wszystkie terminy.