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impressions of lenore
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a song about a soulful girl who didn't know she was a witch
folk pagan acoustic folk druid old ballads pagan folk trad folk traditional folk
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folk singer with acoustic guitar, singing traditional folk-songs and old ballads, and pagan, specifically druidic.
i play guitar and recorders and sing traditional american, english, irish, scottish and australian folksongs, old ballads and some of my own songs. my own songs tend to have pagan themes, specifically, druidic. sometimes one of my friends joins me and we sing harmonies. very occasionally, we sing in other languages.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #121
Peak in subgenre #12
Author
wyldwyverne
Rights
wyldwyverne 2010
Uploaded
January 01, 2010
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:22
Story behind the song
i only met her the once at a friend's place where she was recovering from a painful divorce. in a brief moment of special connection she gave me a cold glass of sparkling white wine in a beautiful crystal glass - and along with it, this song. was it her song for me or mine for her - or are we singing a duet, she and me?
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impressions of lenore clouds and a rainbow winds light and vain blow in her hair rings on the river silver drip and quiver everywhere. out of her soul comes and answering rain out of her heart seeking sorrow once again soft sigh of song from the shining of her long- gone amour over her hand pressing firmly on the sand water flows cold mist she sips sorrow silent on her lips comes and goes words from the sky fill the heart of her day rainbow and cloud of her wan, weary way, shimmer to the sun sunbeams touching everyone just as before. solemn sheen of steel-bladed sunray to the keeled ark of noe deep in her pain this secret sacred grain was pierced to grow letting the love that was dammed in her hear flow to her soul that was banished from the start o lovely weird, tortured terrified and feared proudly pass knot-nut and pinecone red and green and fine tone of brass bells on the silent candles on the strident glare of mass into the mirror the little bauble souls bearing reflections of kittens lambs and foals female and fine, bubbles bursting in the wine- white crystal glass
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