tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44094112569844231302023-06-20T21:19:15.598-07:00Liege & Lief. Fairport ConventionThe most influencial folk album of all timeFairport Convention Illustratedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673379902819364040noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4409411256984423130.post-9472176955777253042010-06-22T13:44:00.000-07:002010-06-22T14:44:26.495-07:00Crazy Man Michael<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_iCpevmITMc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_iCpevmITMc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Fairport Convention<br /><br />Within the fire and out upon the sea,<br />Crazy Man Michael was walking.<br />He met with a raven with eyes black as coals,<br />And shortly they were a-talking<br /><br />“Your future, your future, I would tell to you.<br />Your future, you often have asked me.<br />Your true love will die by your own right hand.<br />And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be.”<br /><br />Michael he ranted and Michael he raved,<br />And beat at the four winds with his fists-o.<br />He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore,<br />For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-o.<br /><br />“You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate,<br />You speak for the devil that haunts me<br />For is she not the fairest in all the broad land,<br />Your sorcerer's words are to taunt me.”<br /><br />He took out his dagger of fire and of steel,<br />And struck down the raven through the heart-o.<br />The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin,<br />And the cold earth did wonder and start-o.<br /><br />“Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead,<br />That here did lie on the ground-o?<br />I see but my true love with a wound so red,<br />Where her lover's heart it did pound-o.”<br /><br />Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks,<br />And talks to the night and the day-o.<br />But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear<br />And he longs to be far away-o.<br /><br />Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes,<br />And asks of the wild wolves their pardon.<br />For his true love is flown into every flower grown,<br />And he must be keeper of the garden.<br /><br />[Richard Thompson/Dave Swarbrick]<br /><br />(Copyright © 1969 Warlock Music)<br /><br /><strong>Fairport Convention are</strong>:<br /><br /><strong>Sandy Denny</strong>, vocals<br /><strong>Dave Mattacks</strong>, drums<br /><strong>Ashley Hutchings</strong>, bass guitar<br /><strong>Simon Nicol</strong>, guitars<br /><strong>Dave Swarbrick</strong>, violin and viola<br /><strong>Richard Thompson</strong>, guitars.<br /><br /><br />Recorded at Sound Techniques Studio,<br />October 16 - November 2, 1969<br />Engineer: John Wood,<br />Sound Techniques Ltd.<br />Producer: Joe Boyd,<br />Witchseason Productions Ltd.<br />Photography by Eric Hayes<br />Sleeve concept & design by Fairport and Roberta Nicol<br />with special thanks to the<br />English Folk Dance & Song Society at<br />Cecil Sharp House<br /><br /><br />massive thanks go out to<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/coramunroe"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>coramunroe</strong></span></a> for the you tube video feeds<br />to be found on this blog</span>Fairport Convention Illustratedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673379902819364040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4409411256984423130.post-65256562579177930502010-06-22T13:34:00.000-07:002010-06-22T13:42:18.819-07:00Tam Lin<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/jy3ihk205ew&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/jy3ihk205ew&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Fairport Convention</strong><br /><br />“I forbid you maidens all that<br />wear gold in your hair<br />To travel to Carterhaugh, for<br />young Tam Lin is there<br /><br />None that go by Carterhaugh<br />but they leave him a pledge<br />Either their mantles of green<br />or else their maidenhead”<br /><br />Janet tied her kirtle green a<br />bit above her knee<br />And she's gone to Carterhaugh<br />as fast as go can she.<br /><br />She'd not pulled a double rose,<br />a rose but only two<br />When up then came young<br />Tam Lin, says,“Lady, pull no more”<br /><br />“And why come you to Carterhaugh<br />without command from me?”<br />“I'll come and go,” young Janet said,<br />“and ask no leave or be”<br /><br />Janet tied her kirtle green a bit<br />above her knee<br />And she's gone to her father<br />as fast as go can she.<br /><br />Well, up then spoke her father dear<br />and he spoke meek and mild,<br />“Oh, and alas, Janet,” he said,<br />“I think you go with child”<br /><br />“Well, if that be so,” Janet said,<br />“myself shall bear the blame<br />There's not a knight in all your<br />hall shall get the baby's name<br /><br />For if my love were an earthly knight,<br />as he is an elfin grey<br />I'd not change my own true love<br />for any knight you have”<br /><br />So Janet tied her kirtle green a<br />bit above her knee<br />And she's gone to Carterhaugh<br />as fast as go can she.<br /><br />“Oh, tell to me, Tam Lin,” she said,<br />“why came you here to dwell?”<br />“The Queen of Fairies caught me<br />when from my horse I fell<br /><br />And at the end of seven years<br />she pays a tithe to hell<br />I so fair and full of flesh<br />and fear it be myself<br /><br />But tonight is Halloween<br />and the fairy folk ride<br />Those that would let true love<br />win at Mile's Cross they must hide.<br /><br />So first let pass the horses black<br />and then let pass the brown<br />Quickly run to the white steed<br />and pull the rider down.<br /><br />For I'll ride on the white steed,<br />the nearest to the town<br />For I was an earthly knight,<br />they give me that renown.<br /><br />Oh, they will turn me, in your<br />arms, into a newt or a snake<br />But hold me tight and fear not,<br />I am your baby's father.<br /><br />And they will turn me, in your<br />arms, into a lion bold,<br />But hold me tight and fear not<br />and you will love your child.<br /><br />And they will turn me' in your<br />arms' into a naked knight<br />But cloak me in your mantle<br />and keep me out of sight”<br /><br />In the middle of the night<br />she heard the bridle ring<br />She heeded what he did say<br />and young Tam Lin did win.<br /><br />Then up spoke the Queen of Faerie,<br />and an angry queen was she,<br />Woe betide her ill-far'd face,<br />an ill death may she die<br /><br />“Oh, had I known, Tam Lin,” she said,<br />“what this night I did see<br />I'd have looked him in the eyes<br />and turned him to a tree”<br /><br />[trad. arr. Dave Swarbrick]<br /><br />(Copyright © 1969 Warlock Music)<br /><br />Tam Lin is probably the best-known of the traditional fairy ballads. In many ways, it is the canonical ballad. Featuring a maid named Janet, the Queen of Elfland, and a handsome hero imprisoned under the Hill; recorded by both Fairport Convention and Steeleye Span; turned into a picture book by Jane Yolen and a coming-of-age novel in the Fairy Tales series by Pamela Dean, it is also the inspiration for a raft of other beloved fantasy novels, including Diana Wynne Jones's Fire and Hemlock, Elizabeth Marie Pope's The Perilous Gard, Dahlov Ipcar's The Queen of Spells, and Patricia McKillip's Winter Rose (which blends the story of Tam Lin with elements of Christina Rossetti's Goblin Market).</span>Fairport Convention Illustratedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673379902819364040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4409411256984423130.post-4364935310298951022010-06-22T13:24:00.000-07:002010-06-22T13:29:31.868-07:00Medley: The Lark in the Morning/Rakish Paddy/Fox-Hunter's Jig/Toss the Feathers<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_N-neipG-7w&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_N-neipG-7w&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Fairport Convention</strong><br /><br />Medley: The Lark in the Morning/Rakish Paddy/<br />Fox-Hunter's Jig/Toss the Feathers<br /><br />(trad. arr. Dave Swarbrick)</span>Fairport Convention Illustratedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673379902819364040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4409411256984423130.post-57054568658383060832010-06-22T13:12:00.000-07:002010-06-22T13:17:22.159-07:00The Deserter<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/R-ezy2WaM24&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/R-ezy2WaM24&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Fairport Convention</strong><br /><br />As I was a-walking<br />along Radcliffe Highway<br />A recruiting party came<br />a-beating my way.<br />They enlisted me and treated me<br />'til I did not know<br />And to the Queen's barracks<br />they forced me to go.<br /><br />When first I deserted, I<br />thought myself free<br />Until my cruel comrade<br />informed against me.<br />I was quickly followed after<br />and brought back with speed,<br />I was handcuffed and guarded,<br />heavy irons put on me.<br /><br />Court martial, court martial,<br />they held upon me<br />And the sentence passed<br />upon me: three-hundred-and-three.<br />May the Lord have mercy<br />on them for their sad cruelty,<br />For now the Queen's duty<br />lies heavy on me.<br /><br />When next I deserted, I<br />thought myself free<br />Until my cruel sweetheart<br />informed against me.<br />I was quickly followed after<br />and brought back with speed<br />I was handcuffed and guarded,<br />heavy irons put on me.<br /><br />Court martial, court martial<br />then quickly was got<br />And the sentence passed upon<br />me: that I was to be shot.<br />May the Lord have mercy on<br />them for their sad cruelty,<br />For now the Queen's duty<br />lies heavy on me.<br /><br />Then up rode Prince Albert in<br />his carriage-and-six,<br />Saying, “Where is that young<br />man whose coffin it is fixed?<br />Set him free from his irons<br />and let him go free,<br />For he'll make a good soldier<br />for his Queen and country.”<br /><br />[trad. arr. Fairport Convention]<br /><br />Copyright © 1969 Warlock Music)</span>Fairport Convention Illustratedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673379902819364040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4409411256984423130.post-7041221103132573432010-06-22T12:35:00.000-07:002010-06-22T13:08:51.922-07:00Farewell, Farewell<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/cMNrVEi54yA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/cMNrVEi54yA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Fairport Convention</strong><br /><br />Farewell, farewell to you who’d hear<br />You lonely travellers all.<br />The cold north winds will blow again<br />The winding road does call.<br /><br />And you will never return to see your<br />Bruised and beaten sons?<br />Oh, I would, I would if welcome I were<br />For they loathe me ev’ryone.<br /><br />And will you never cut the cloth<br />Or drink the light to be?<br />And can you never swear a year<br />To anyone but me?<br /><br />No I will never cut the cloth<br />Or drink the light to be,<br />But I’ll swear a year to one who lies<br />Asleep alongside of me.<br /><br />Farewell, farewell to you who’d hear<br />You lonely travellers all.<br />The cold north winds will blow again<br />The winding road does call.<br /><br />[Richard Thompson/trad. arr.]<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">(Copyright © 1969 Warlock Music)</span> </span>Fairport Convention Illustratedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673379902819364040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4409411256984423130.post-27713175769577492832010-06-22T12:23:00.000-07:002010-06-22T12:29:26.823-07:00Matty Groves<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/hD3F93v1Tdc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/hD3F93v1Tdc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Fairport Convention<br /></strong><br />A holiday, a holiday, and<br />the first one of the year.<br />Lord Darnell's wife came<br />into church, the gospel for to hear<br /><br />And when the meeting it was<br />done, she cast her eyes about,<br />And there she saw little Matty Groves,<br />walking in the crowd.<br /><br />“Come home with me, little Matty Groves,<br />come home with me tonight,<br />Come home with me, little Matty Groves,<br />and sleep with me till light.”<br /><br />“Oh, I can't come home, I won't come<br />home and sleep with you tonight,<br />By the rings on your fingers I can<br />tell you are Lord Darnell's wife.”<br /><br />“What if I am Lord Darnell's wife?<br />Lord Darnell's not at home.<br />For he is out in the far cornfields<br />Bringing the yearlings home."<br /><br />Now a servant who was standing by<br />and hearing what was said,<br />He swore Lord Darnell he would know<br />before the sun had set.<br /><br />And in his hurry to carry the news<br />he bent his breast and he ran,<br />and when he came to the broad mill stream<br />He took of his shoes and he swam.<br /><br />Little Matty Groves, he lay down<br />and took a little sleep,<br />When he awoke, Lord Darnell<br />was standing at his feet.<br /><br />Saying “How do you like my<br />feather bed? And how do<br />you like my sheets?<br />How do you like my lady<br />who lies in your arms asleep?”<br /><br />“Oh, well I like your feather bed,<br />and well I like your sheets.<br />But better I like your lady gay<br />who lies in my arms asleep.”<br /><br /><br />"Get up, get up", Lord Darnell cried<br />"Get up as quick as you can,<br />it'll never be said in fair England<br />that I slew a naked man.”<br /><br />“Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up,<br />I can't get up for my life.<br />For you have two long beaten swords<br />and I not a pocket-knife.”<br /><br />“Well it's true I have two beaten swords,<br />and they cost me deep in the purse.<br />But you will have the better of them<br />and I will have the worse."<br /><br />"And you will strike the very first blow,<br />and strike it like a man,<br />I will strike the very next blow<br />and kill you if I can.<br /><br />So Matty struck the very first blow<br />and he hurt Lord Darnell sore,<br />Lord Darnell struck the very next blow<br />and Matty struck no more.<br /><br />And then Lord Darnell he took his wife<br />and he sat her on his knee,<br />Saying, “Who do you like the best of<br />us, Matty Groves or me?”<br /><br />And then up spoke his own dear wife,<br />never heard to speak so free.<br />"I'd rather kiss from dead Matty's lips,<br />than you with your finery.<br /><br />Lord Darnell he jumped up and<br />loudly he did bawl,<br />He struck his wife right through<br />the heart and pinned her against the wall.<br /><br />“A grave, a grave!” Lord Darnell cried,<br />“to put these lovers in.<br />But bury my lady at the top<br />for she was of noble kin."<br /><br />[trad. arr. Fairport Convention]<br /><br />(Copyright © 1969 Warlock Music)</span>Fairport Convention Illustratedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673379902819364040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4409411256984423130.post-47557455445487643412010-06-22T12:12:00.000-07:002010-06-22T12:15:36.328-07:00Reynardine<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/yHDDgebb3xo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/yHDDgebb3xo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Fairport Convention</strong><br /><br />One evening as I rambled<br />among the leaves so green,<br />I overheard a young woman<br />converse with Reynardine.<br /><br />Her hair was black, her eyes<br />were blue, her lips as red as wine,<br />And he smiled to gaze upon her,<br />did that sly, bold Reynardine.<br /><br />She said, “Kind sir, be civil,<br />my company forsake,<br />For in my own opinion<br />I fear you are some rake.”<br /><br />“Oh no,” he said, “no rake am I,<br />brought up in Venus' train,<br />But I'm seeking for concealment<br />all along the lonesome plain.”<br /><br />“Your beauty so enticed me,<br />I could not pass it by<br />So it's with my gun I'll guard you<br />all on the mountain side.”<br /><br />“And if by chance you should look<br />for me, perhaps you'll not me find,<br />For I'll be in my castle,<br />inquire for Reynardine.”<br /><br />Sun and dark she followed him,<br />his teeth did brightly shine,<br />And he led her up a-the mountains,<br />did that sly, bold Reynardine<br /><br />[trad. arr. Fairport Convention]<br /><br />(Copyright © 1969 Warlock Music)</span>Fairport Convention Illustratedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673379902819364040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4409411256984423130.post-11484180214848254182010-06-22T11:55:00.000-07:002010-06-22T12:03:36.395-07:00Come All Ye<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Id-uy--H8tQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Id-uy--H8tQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Fairport Convention</strong><br /><br />Come all ye rolling minstrels,<br />And together we will try<br />To rouse the spirit of the air<br />And move the rolling sky.<br /><br />Those that dance will start to dance<br />And those who don't will sway<br />In time to this our merry tune<br />That we play for you today<br /><br />So come all ye rolling minstrels<br />And together we will try<br />To rouse the spirit of the air<br />And move the rolling sky<br /><br />Our fiddler, he just loves to play<br />And that's why he plays so good.<br />And now he plays a violin<br />Made out of solid wood.<br /><br />So come all ye rolling minstrels<br />And together we will try<br />To rouse the spirit of the air<br />And move the rolling sky<br /><br />Possessor of the magic touch,<br />But no magician, he<br />Will play for you some magic notes<br />Instead as you will see.<br /><br />So come all ye rolling minstrels<br />And together we will try<br />To rouse the spirit of the air<br />And move the rolling sky.<br /><br />The sound of beating on the drums<br />From behind you hear,<br />And to the rhythm of guitar<br />We hope you'll lend an ear.<br /><br />So come all ye rolling minstrels<br />And together we will try<br />To rouse the spirit of the air<br />And move the rolling sky<br /><br />Well, the man who plays the bass does make<br />Those low notes that you hear.<br />And the high notes come from you and me<br />For we will sing so clear<br /><br />So come all ye rolling minstrels<br />And together we will try<br />To rouse the spirit of the air<br />And move the rolling sky.<br /><br /><em>[Sandy Denny, Ashley Hutchings]</em><br /><br />(Copyright © 1969 Warlock Music)</span>Fairport Convention Illustratedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12673379902819364040noreply@blogger.com0