New song - Olomana
FinsburyParkCarrots
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I ended up putting the lyrics to Stabat Mater to an entirely different piece of music, and I'll be putting that up soon. The dub music project I've been working on has been feeling much more upbeat and cheery as it's progressed, and these are the words I've written for it:
Some will say, “Now, sing out, sing low, sing about the deaths of kings.
Show them plunder, ‘til the thunder of gods on high strikes down on mortal things.
Make man’s wars swarm, ‘til the last storm, batters every shield from hill to plain.
Sing of armour, no more in clamour, rusted broken metal in the rain.
‘Show king-defender defeat pretender, and show both men defeated by Queen Time.
Show the proud lance, a severed nonsense, and make the flower prouder through your rhyme.”
I’ll sing of summer, of Olomana, a would-be king who stood near-heaven tall.
(Now you can’t drub this tale of hubris, a quintessential case of rise and fall.)
He stalked Oahu’s king, ‘Ahuapau, sneering at his knights like worthless stones.
The knight Palila cut through this killer, and made a double mountain of his bones.
While man falters, a goddess shelters a little mountain jewel, the ward of bees.
Where man’s forbidden, Pele keeps hidden the Olomana binder of the leis.
Olomana, son of summer, now you rise, to glory prove.
Olomana, son of summer, guard our prize, our bee jewel love.
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I'll record the vocals tomorrow, and Olomana will be up on the myspace page (all nigh-on sixty tracks of overdubs and seventeen minutes of it!).
I'll say, when Stabat Mater is up, too.
Some will say, “Now, sing out, sing low, sing about the deaths of kings.
Show them plunder, ‘til the thunder of gods on high strikes down on mortal things.
Make man’s wars swarm, ‘til the last storm, batters every shield from hill to plain.
Sing of armour, no more in clamour, rusted broken metal in the rain.
‘Show king-defender defeat pretender, and show both men defeated by Queen Time.
Show the proud lance, a severed nonsense, and make the flower prouder through your rhyme.”
I’ll sing of summer, of Olomana, a would-be king who stood near-heaven tall.
(Now you can’t drub this tale of hubris, a quintessential case of rise and fall.)
He stalked Oahu’s king, ‘Ahuapau, sneering at his knights like worthless stones.
The knight Palila cut through this killer, and made a double mountain of his bones.
While man falters, a goddess shelters a little mountain jewel, the ward of bees.
Where man’s forbidden, Pele keeps hidden the Olomana binder of the leis.
Olomana, son of summer, now you rise, to glory prove.
Olomana, son of summer, guard our prize, our bee jewel love.
___
I'll record the vocals tomorrow, and Olomana will be up on the myspace page (all nigh-on sixty tracks of overdubs and seventeen minutes of it!).
I'll say, when Stabat Mater is up, too.
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~it is shining it is shining~
Anyone?
Boom?
Um, where is my Bunny song?
Well, they're the new words to the dub song!
Stabat Mater is now very different.
http://www.myspace.com/finsburydemos
First track. I might add some yodelling to the later parts. Haven't decided yet...
Oh, and here are the tweaked lyrics.
Olomana
Some will say, “Now, sing out, sing low,
sing out deaths of would-be kings.
Show their plunder, ‘til the thunder
of gods on high strikes down all mortal things.
Make man’s wars swarm, ‘til the last storm
batters every shield from hill to plain.
Sing of armour, no more in clamour:
rusted broken metal in the rain.
‘Have king-defender defeat pretender,
And hint how both will come to dust, in time.
Show the proud lance, a severed nonsense,
and make a honey gem of peace, in rhyme.”
Well, they’ll not drub this tale of hubris,
this quintessential case of rise and fall.
I sing of summer’s Olomana,
a warrior who stood near-heaven tall.
He stalked the one who ruled Oahu,
smashing all his knights like worthless stones.
One knight, Palila, cut through this killer,
and made a double mountain of his bones.
Though each man falters, rubble shelters
one small jewel, who lights the path of bees.
Where man’s forbidden, shade keeps hidden
one small bee, the binder of the leis.
Olomana, son of summer,
Guard well our jewel bee love.
Olomana, son of summer,
Guard her well, and you’ll your glory prove.
Olomana, son of summer,
Keep safe our jewel bee love.
Oh Olomana, son of summer,
Guard her well, and you’ll your curse remove.