Loreena McKennitt
Birth name : Loreena Isabel Irene McKennitt
Born : (1957-02-17) February 17, 1957 (age 56)
Morden, Manitoba, Canada
Origin : Stratford, ontario, Canada
Genres : Celtic, world, New Age
Occupations : Musician, songwriter, producer
Instruments : Voice, piano, harp, accordion
Years active : 1985?present
Labels : Quinlan Road, Warner Bros., Verve Forecast/Universal
Website : quinlanroad.com
로리나 멕켄니트 는 1957년 에 출생한 카나다의 뮤지션으로 작곡, 하피스트, 아코디어니스트, 피아니스트, 다재다능한 재원에 더하여 그녀의 보칼은 더없이 아름답고 천사들의 속삭임이나 합창쯤으로 들린다. 그녀는 주로 켈틱음악과 동방의테마들(월드뮤직),뉴에이지에 관한 작업이 많고, 정제되고 순화된 소프라노에 드라마틱한 보칼로 그녀의 레코드는 1,400만장 이상이 팔렸다.
멕켄니트는 아이리쉬 와 스코티쉬 혈통의 을 지닌 부모로부터 태어나 81년도 까지 살던 온타리오 에서 처음엔 수의사가 되고자 했으나, 뒤늦게 켈틱음악에 관한 정열로
켈틱하프 연주 수업을 받고, 그녀자신의 레코드 발행을 위하여 토론토의 센트 로렌스 마켓등 여러곳에서 일하기도 하였다.
그녀는 캐나다의 그래미상이라 할 수 있는 Juno상을 두 번이나 수상하였고, 2004년 '위니팩 포크 페스티벌'에서 평생공로상을 수상하는 등 캐나다의 국보급 뮤지션이기도 하다.
아래 올리는 곡들은 1991년에 발표한 [The Visit]는 멕켄니트의 몽환적이고 신비를 불러 일으키는 목소리에 어울리는
내용의 가사들로 그내용들이 아름답고 동화적이기도 하다.
(시간에 쫓겨) 본 페이지에 계속 이어서 전 곡을 올릴 예정으로 즐감 하시기를.
All Souls Night
- Loreena McKennitt -
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides.
Figures dance around and around
to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness;
moving to the pagan sound.
Somewhere in a hidden memory
images float before my eyes
of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires,
dancing till the next sunrise.
Chorus:
I can see the lights in the distance
trembling in the dark cloak of night.
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
a waltz on all souls night.
Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
held up tall as the flames leap high.
The Green Knight holds the holly bush
to mark where the old year passes by.
Chorus
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides.
Figures dance around and around
to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness;
moving to the pagan sound.
Standing on the bridge that crosses
the river that goes out to the sea.
The wind is full of a thousand voices;
they pass by the bridge and me.
Chorus
Chorus again
Bonny Portmore
- Loreena McKennitt -
O bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for many's the long day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand
And the more I think on you the more I think long
If I had you now as I had once before
All the lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep
Saying, "Where will we shelter or shall we sleep?"
For the Oak and the Ash, they are all cutten down
And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground.
O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand
And the more I think on you the more I think long
If I had you now as I had once before
All the Lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore.
The Lady of Shalott
- Loreena McKennitt -
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The Knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady Of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady Of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode back to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
he flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra Lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces taro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance -
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to towered Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
Greensleeves
Alas my love you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously;
And I have loved you oh so long
Delighting in your company.
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves my heart of gold
Greensleeves was my heart of joy
And who but my lady Greensleeves.
I have been ready at your hand
To grant whatever thou would'st crave;
I have waged both life and land
Your love and goodwill for to have.
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves my heart of gold
Greensleeves was my heart of joy
And who but my lady Greensleeves.
Thy petticoat of slender white
With gold embroidered gorgeously;
Thy petticoat of silk and white
And these I bought gladly.
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves my heart of gold
Greensleeves was my heart of joy
And who but my lady Greensleeves.
Courtyard Lullaby
Wherein the deep night sky,
the stars lie in its embrace.
The courtyard still in its sleep.
Peace comes over your face.
"Come to me", it sings
"Hear the pulse of the land.
The ocean's rhythms pull
to hold your heart in its hand."
When the wind draws strong
across the cypress trees,
the nightbirds cease their songs;
so gathers memories.
Last night you spoke of a dream
where forests stretched to the east
and each bird sang its song;
a unicorn joined in the feast.
And in a corner stood
a pomegranate tree
with wild flowers there
no mortal eye could see.
Yet still some mystery befalls
sure as the cock crows at morn.
The world in stillness keeps
the secret of babes to be born.
Come to me my love.
Hear the pulse of the land.
The ocean's rhythms pull
to hold your heart in its hand.
I heard an old voice say,
"Don't go far from the land.
The seasons have their way
no mortal can understand."
The Old Ways
Loreena McKennitt
The sea is calling me home, home to you.
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
On a dark new year's night
on the west coast of Clare
I heard your voice singing.
Your eyes danced the song,
your hands played the tune.
T'was a vision before me.
We left the music behind and the dance carried on
as we stole away to the seashore
and smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair
and with sadness you paused.
Suddenly, I knew that you'd have to go.
Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so.
Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time
and I wondered why.
As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea,
a vision came o'er me,
of thundering hooves and beating wings
in the clouds above.
As you turned to go, I heard you call my name.
You were like a bird in a cage, spreading its
wings to fly.
'The old ways are lost', you sang as you flew
and I wondered why.
The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you.
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
The pounding waves are calling me home, home to you.
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
The pounding waves are calling me home, home to you.
The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you.
"Cymbeline"
Nor the furious winters' rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' th' great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
'팝 송' 카테고리의 다른 글
| Brenda Lee - Lonely, Lonely, Lonely Me (1963) (0) | 2015.06.08 |
|---|---|
| Brenda Lee - La Vie En Rose (1965) (0) | 2015.06.05 |
| Bad Fingers - Walkout in the Rain (빗속을 걸어요) (0) | 2015.05.30 |
| Brenda Lee - I'll Be Seeing You (1962) (0) | 2015.05.16 |
| Brenda Lee - I Wanna Be Around (1963) (0) | 2015.05.15 |