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Lyke Wake Dirge

On this night, on this night,
Every night and all,
Hearth and house and candle-light,
And Christ receive your soul.

When from here away you pass
Every night and all,
To Thorny Moor you come at last;
And Christ receive your soul.

If ever you gave hose and shoes,
Every night and all,
Sit then down and put them on;
And Christ receive your soul.

But if hose and shoes you gave none
Every night and all,
The thorns shall prick you to the bare bone;
And Christ receive your soul.

From Thorny Moor then you may pass,
Every night and all,
To Bridge of Dread you come at last;
And Christ receive your soul.

If ever you gave silver and gold,
Every night and all,
At Bridge of Dread you’ll find foothold,
And Christ receive your soul.

But if silver and gold you gave none
Every night and all:
You’ll tumble down into Hell’s flames
And Christ receive your soul.

From Bridge of Dread then you may pass,
Every night and all,
To Purgatory fire you’ll come at last;
And Christ receive your soul.

If ever you gave meat or drink,
Every night and all,
The fire will never make you shrink;
And Christ receive your soul.

But if meat or drink you gave none,
Every night and all,
The fire will burn you to the bare bone;
And Christ receive your soul.

On this night, on this night,
Every night and all,
Hearth and house and candle-light,
And Christ receive your soul.

Receive My Soul

Don’t Look Down

What do you see when you look at your reflection?  Does it please you?  Are you happy with what you see?  Or do you seek something more?  Are you looking beyond the reflection?  Trying to see what others can’t see.  Some people happily live their lives unassuming, not trying to understand what is beyond their comprehension.  Some of us try to find that understanding, try to figure out what is beyond the reflection.
water in my soul

I Am Obsessed

I am obsessed by paths.  Maybe it is because I believe that we are forever journeying through life, unsure of where our path will take us.  The mystery lies at the end.  What will we see, what will we find.  Enlightenment or not.

beach

Aira Force

up

The Wonder of Nature

I’ve found a new secret place.  On a beautiful golden evening I took a walk down the dene and there it was.  Waiting for me.  In all its glory.  The golden light beckoning me to follow it into its heavenly domain.  And I took some pictures.  And I felt so happy to have found this magical place.  And I will visit it again.  Because nature is a wonderful thing.  It was here long before us. And it will be here long after us.  It is endearing. It is calming.  It is mighty.  It is the world we live in.  And we should cherish it.

Golden Hour 2

Golden Hour 3

Golden Hour

Nettle 2

Nettle 3

Nettle

secret pathway

White

As I haven’t posted for a while….. here is the next selection from my little box of singles.  I hope you might agree, most are pretty good.   The thing I like, or even love, about vinyl is the artwork. Of course the artwork on the LP’s is a lot more enticing then on the singles.  I am not a great lover of CD.  Like toilet paper, toothpaste and milk, it is a means to an end.   There is nothing to love about it.  You use it to get what you want, sound.

Do Anything You Want To

Flash

Hill Street Blues

Hole Hearted

I Think I Love You

My Sharona

Should I Stay or Should I go Now

Sixty Eight Guns

Unbelievable

Walking In The Sunshine

Le Football

What do you do when the football has started?  You start cataloguing all your singles of course. What else would one do on a Saturday night.  And then you start to think.  About the first time you got your record player.  This is mine, a Fidelity UA10.

Fidelity Record Player

I got it for my thirteenth birthday.  Its one of the best presents I ever got. Before that music was played, mostly, in the company of my parents.  Our only record player was upstairs in the living room (we lived in a split level house with the bedrooms downstairs)  I could read in my bedroom, contemplate life, even talk to myself, but I could never play music.  So imagine the job of being able to go to my room and put on a record and listen to it all by myself.  I’d always liked listening to music but that’s when I fell in love with it, in my bedroom when I was thirteen.

Of course you couldn’t have the volume too loud, that came later with the onset of headphones.  But you could hear the music, I mean really hear the music.  You could close your eyes and be there inside the song.  You couldn’t do that when your parents were around.  They wouldn’t understand.  They didn’t know what it was like to be thirteen.  They didn’t understand the sound that came out of your bedroom.  And I still get it even now. I still get the music.