I Had A Dove

"Coastal Isle"

Down by the birds on coastal isle
the perfume of mist on salty waves
sinking amber floors between my toes

The smell of mint, skybeaks frequent rocks
of white in the dark, ambient night

Everything is in a shadow mime
and I, a lonesome ghost

I haunt the scenes of picnic greens;
butterflies once nestled in my hair
a tangled mane, I unfold with you

In silence we lay on amber shores
beside the mint-green tide
while the waves rolled by and by
my heart ached like a heavy rope—

Down by the birds on coastal isle
mint green waves on salty shores
amber floors sink underfoot

Water makes dreamers of us all.

Coastal Isle

more clubmusic? Southmind on Telegram
https://t.me/southmind

Youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/@electronichousecandys3319/videos

for crediting issues or removal please DM
original track: https://soundcloud.com/lithk

THIS IS JUST A FAIR TRADE (not-for-profit) PROMO/EDIT BY SOUTHMIND - known for many chartbreaking #1 and top ten clubmixes, remixes, club/dj edits and original productions - available for: Productions, Remixes, Collabs, Record Deals, Brands etc...enjoy! 
All rights reserved © original label - We don´t own this song - for promotional purposes. If you love the song, please support the artists by buying the original. IF YOU LIKE THIS TRACK, Share & Subscribe - THANKS!

Lith K - More Than (Southmind Edit)

I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,—
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turn'd so,
Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?

Sudden Light

A man on his own in a car 
Is revenging himself on his wife; 
He open the throttle and bubbles with dottle
 and puffs at his pitiful life

She’s losing her looks very fast, 
she loses her temper all day;
 that lorry won’t let me get past,
 this Mini is blocking my way.

“Why can’t you step on it and shift her! 
I can’t go on crawling like this! 
At breakfast she said that she wished I was dead - 
Thank heavens we don’t have to kiss.

“I’ld like a nice blonde on my knee 
And one who won’t argue or nag.
 Who dares to come hooting at me? 
I only give way to a Jag.

“You’re barmy or plastered, I’ll pass you, you bastard - 
I will overtake you. I will!” 
As he clenches his pipe, his moment is ripe 
And the corner’s accepting its kill.

-------------
My melody to Betjeman's words
x6
----------
- A30 road connects London with Cornwall (a favourite place for Betjeman)...and Land's End
- I thought 'dottle' was slang for spittle, but dictionary insists 'a remnant of tobacco left in a pipe after smoking'
- 'step on it' ie the accelerator peddle
- 'barmy or plastered' = mad or drunk (+ b-p repeat)
-------------
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/john-betjeman
John Betjeman, poet laureate of the United Kingdom from 1972 until his death in 1984, was known by many as a poet whose writing evoked a sense of nostalgia. He utilized traditional poetic forms, wrote with a light touch about public issues, celebrated classic architecture, and satirized much of contemporary society for his perception of its superficiality. “Modern ‘progress’ is anathema to him,” Jocelyn Brooke wrote in Ronald Firbank and John Betjeman prior to Betjeman’s death; “though fortunately for us [he] is still able to laugh.” Brooke continued, “Perhaps [Betjeman] can best be described as a writer who uses the medium of light verse for a serious purpose: not merely as a vehicle for satire or social commentary, but as a means of expressing a peculiar and specialized form of aesthetic emotion, in which nostalgia and humour are about equally blended.” 

1958’s Collected Poems first brought Betjeman into the popular limelight. Displaying the poet’s skilful use of 19th-century poetic models, the collection was enthusiastically received by many critics. A Times Literary Supplement reviewer, for example, stated...“ he is always attentive to the sound of his words, the run of his lines, the shape of his stanzas.” 
----------
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Betjeman
Sir John Betjeman, CBE (/ˈbɛtʃəmən/; 28 August 1906 – 19 May 1984) was an English poet, writer, and broadcaster. He was Poet Laureate from 1972 until his death. He was a founding member of The Victorian Society and a passionate defender of Victorian architecture, helping to save St Pancras railway station from demolition. He began his career as a journalist and ended it as one of the most popular British Poets Laureate and a much-loved figure on British television...

Betjeman's early schooling was at the local Byron House and Highgate School, where he was taught by poet T. S. Eliot... At Oxford, Betjeman made little use of the academic opportunities. His tutor, a young C. S. Lewis, regarded him as an "idle prig" and Betjeman in turn considered Lewis unfriendly, demanding, and uninspiring as a teacher... 

Betjeman's sexuality can best be described as bisexual. His longest and best documented relationships were with women...

He combined piety with a nagging uncertainty about the truth of Christianity. Unlike Thomas Hardy, who disbelieved in the truth of the Christmas story while hoping it might be so, Betjeman affirms his belief even while fearing it might be false…

Meditation on the A30 - John Betjeman  (in song)

Your favorite covers by Diego Ramirez, Luciano Callado & Arturo Ramirez, piano solos, trio & a quartet in the style of Stephen Grappelli. Enjoy a fusion of flavors from hot jazz, beautiful ballads, show tunes, pop, Mexican & Brazilian classics to gospel!

JAZZONIA

The Very Thought of You

☆This is my version of the Dragonborn Song from the epic game Skyrim ☆

Watch the Video on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7m-UmQjLReA

Lyrics by Malukah
Arrangement by Jade Edana (inspired from the original Soundtrack by Jeremy Soule)

Skyrim (Theme - Cover)

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep-by-mary-elizabeth-frye

Music: Hans Zimmer - Day one

Mary Elizabeth Frye - Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

This the English adaptation of a wise saying from the Persian poet Rumi. I have pasted a printout of this in my room's wall. I look up and recite this whenever I find myself getting anxious about something. It appeases me.

Great Secret By Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī

Sailing to Byzantium by W B Yeats

For the best experience, 
-  Click on the song's picture for words and notes.
-  in Album/Playlist/Spotlight, first click on the big picture to the left, then on the new page click the track title. Really, it's worth the effort :) 

With Blake you will see his painting too. Each picture is in dialogue with the words (not just illustrating them).

Bards have combined music & poetry from earliest times. Many poets continue the connection, not least William Blake. But often their melodies are lost or neglected.

Meditation on the A30 - John Betjeman (in song)

Ian

Recent comments

Sophia Trommler

Related tracks