And it gets even better, when I thought it was already fantastic

Just stunning, mournful, and soulful. What lovely harmonies mother and child have.

wonderful !  Makes you sit back, be silent, and just listen.

Write and perform your very own rap. Create your own beat box or experiment with audacity's audio settings. - a ds106 assignment

I created a beat with soundation, recorded my voice and edited both in audacity.

Got to a blog post about this: http://stefaniejeskestory.blogspot.com/2013/09/stefanies-ds106-rap.html

Stefanie's DS106 Rap

Beautiful Bamboo Flute Zen Relax Music & Nature Tropical Forest Sounds Meditation Sleep

RnA (Mother-daughter duo, Rochelle & Amber Lockridge) singing the American Negro Spiritual, "Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child".  
A music video is in the making.  
Photo Credit: Jean-Pierre https://flic.kr/p/dmgtty
Learn more about the song on wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sometimes_I_Feel_Like_a_Motherless_Child

Motherless Child

A series of tracks I recorded on the beach in Sandspit, Haida Gwaii, BC.  XOXOXO

Yellowgirl - Sandspit

Guitars and voice by NanaLou22
Text by Cris, Alan & Rochelle
Keyboards by Ronald

It's A DS106 World - Version 3

I used the original soundtrack here on Soundcloud and added a couple of sound effects to it in Audacity.
I used the cover image made by Kathy.

3Bears Final - second version - with more SFX -

JJ MacGif (aka John Johnston)reciting the poem "The Fairy Oak of Corriewater" from the Scottish folktale, "Elphin Irving" http://www.worldoftales.com/European_folktales/Scottish_folktale_3.html

Bard image:http://gerezon.deviantart.com/art/Bard-368668400
Harp music by Gwenael Kerleo - Kejadenn - Celtic Harp: https://youtu.be/dP3qVIu-2sY

THE FAIRY OAK OF CORRIEWATER.

The small bird’s head is under its wing,
   The deer sleeps on the grass;
The moon comes out, and the stars shine down,
   The dew gleams like the glass:
There is no sound in the world so wide,
   Save the sound of the smitten brass,
With the merry cittern and the pipe
   Of the fairies as they pass.
But oh! the fire maun burn and burn,
And the hour is gone, and will never return.

The green hill cleaves, and forth, with a bound,
   Comes elf and elfin steed;
The moon dives down in a golden cloud,
   The stars grow dim with dread;
But a light is running along the earth,
   So of heaven’s they have no need:
O’er moor and moss with a shout they pass,
   And the word is spur and speed—
But the fire maun burn, and I maun quake,
And the hour is gone that will never come back.

And when they came to Craigyburnwood,
   The Queen of the Fairies spoke:
“Come, bind your steeds to the rushes so green,
   And dance by the haunted oak:
I found the acorn on Heshbon Hill,
   In the nook of a palmer’s poke,
A thousand years since; here it grows!”
   And they danced till the greenwood shook:
But oh! the fire, the burning fire,
The longer it burns, it but blazes the higher.

“I have won me a youth,” the Elf Queen said,
   “The fairest that earth may see;
This night I have won young Elph Irving
   My cupbearer to be.
His service lasts but seven sweet years,
   And his wage is a kiss of me.”
And merrily, merrily, laughed the wild elves
   Round Corris’s greenwood tree.
But oh! the fire it glows in my brain,
And the hour is gone, and comes not again.

The Queen she has whispered a secret word,
   “Come hither my Elphin sweet,
And bring that cup of the charméd wine,
   Thy lips and mine to weet.”
But a brown elf shouted a loud, loud shout,
   “Come, leap on your coursers fleet,
For here comes the smell of some baptised flesh,
   And the sounding of baptised feet.”
But oh! the fire that burns, and maun burn;
For the time that is gone will never return.

On a steed as white as the new-milked milk,
   The Elf Queen leaped with a bound,
And young Elphin a steed like December snow
   ’Neath him at the word he found.
But a maiden came, and her christened arms
   She linked her brother around,
And called on God, and the steed with a snort
   Sank into the gaping ground.
But the fire maun burn, and I maun quake,
And the time that is gone will no more come back.

And she held her brother, and lo! he grew
   A wild bull waked in ire;
And she held her brother, and lo! he changed
   To a river roaring higher;
And she held her brother, and he became
   A flood of the raging fire;
She shrieked and sank, and the wild elves laughed
   Till the mountain rang and mire.
But oh! the fire yet burns in my brain,
And the hour is gone, and comes not again.

“O maiden, why waxed thy faith so faint,
   Thy spirit so slack and slaw?
Thy courage kept good till the flame waxed wud,
   Then thy might begun to thaw;
Had ye kissed him with thy christened lip,
   Ye had wan him frae ’mang us a’.
Now bless the fire, the elfin fire,
   That made thee faint and fa’;
Now bless the fire, the elfin fire,
The longer it burns it blazes the higher.”

The Fairy Oak Of Corriewater

Adaptation of "The Isle of Mist" melody found in an old gaelic song book.
https://archive.org/stream/celticlyrecollec04whyt#page/n5/mode/2up
  
Original instrumentals created by "The Headless Inkspots": Viv Rolfe and David Kernohan
Vocals: Rochelle Lockridge (aka Rockylou)
Image: Mariana Funes

Lyrics:
The Trailer of Woe 
(New Lyrics by NanaLou)

Thru trials great and sor-row, 
	Her grey head now en-shroud,
And her life’s sun is sett-ting 
	be-hind a dark-some cloud;
Yet still she’s fondly long-ing ___ 
	O would the day were come;
To see your shining faces, 
	At the Burgeron Trailer home.

‘Tis forty days and more now,
	Since from the Trailer you set,
And in The Village waters
	Cast forth your fishing net
And though you got a number
	To fill your house with store;
You still must ne’er forget thee,
	Your trailer home of yore.

All who have ears to hear it,
	Or tongues the tale to tell,
Come join with me in singing
	The woes that did befell;
How hundreds of our people
	From hill and glen were torn,
And far across the ocean
	From their loved trailer were borne

Farewell, dear friends and kinsfolk,
	Wherever you may roam,
Both young and old, in exile,
	Far from your trailer home;
And O, remember NanaLou,
	When laid her sirens among;
‘Twas cruel wrong and sorrow
	First wak’d her soul to song.


The Trailer Of Woe

Recorded live, De Pierewaaiers performing the Dutch folk melody "Het Venstertje" (the little window).
Paul - accordeon, Ron - guitar, Nel - flute, Alette - violin, Hanneke - recorder, Paul - clarinet

Het Venstertje - The Little WIndow - De Pierewaaiers

Since it's illegal to sing Happy Birthday without paying for it on movies and TV, we've been asked to make new HB-songs which will be royalty free usable.

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Ds106 Happy Day Of Birth

My arrangement of Xicochi, xicochi conetzintle by Gaspar Fernandes. Sung by the Western Michigan University Collegium Musicum singers, featuring Andrew Saliba on guitar. 

Motherless Child

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