Old Songs - Blog Posts
The Traveller
Song by Chris de Burgh
In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon,
Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool.
A horseman is coming, death in his heart, for a rendez-vous,
And where the traveller goes, nobody knows,
Where the traveller goes, nobody knows
A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside
(Maybe he's on the run?)
Get back from the bar! A stranger in town is a dangerous sight
(Maybe he's got a gun?)
"Bring a bottle of whisky, ladlord, I wanna talk for a while."
And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,
Oh, where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows
There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
You can almost smell his revenge!
And whoever he is after, it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take him to the very end
Well, the landlord he trembled, staring at a face he'd seen somewhere before.
(You laid him in the ground)
Suddenly remembers a killing, yes, a murder, many years before.
('Twas you that shot him down)
He said to a boy: "Saddle me the black, I'll meet you down below.
With this man I must talk, yes with this traveller I'll go,
With this man I must talk, yes with him I must go."
There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
I can almost smell his revenge!
And it's me that he's after, it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take me to the very end
And they were never seen again!
B&W and vintage scenes from "The Crown" that I liked, thank you
Mausoleum
Song by Rafferty
Come inside my mausoleum
Light a candle on the pathway to my casket room
Step on through rusty iron archways
Where a pigeon lays that died without his lover
So strange and beautiful
How you gaze upon my bones
A mistake, a tragedy
Since we missed each other by a century
They took my clothes and sent to a museum
All I am is dust and a handlebar mustachio
They took my guns, and horse and swords for history
But they kindly left a photograph of you and me
Your dress, so beautiful
On those cliffs that took your soul
Though I reached for you as you drifted out to sea
Since we missed each other by a century
Your fine lips, I would kiss you again
So don't be frightened by my skeleton
I'd kill to touch your soft, bony hands
But I can't because this is my lover's century
So strange, and beautiful
How you gaze upon my bones
Before you leave me out to sea
I'll visit your bones next century
حلم
Holm, song by Emel
If I could close my eyes,
And the dreams take me by the hand,
I would rise and fly in a new sky,
and I would forget my sorrows.
If I could travel in my imagination,
I would build palaces and nights,
where love and my hopes can grow, and we could erase the pain...
A world, in which you see people, whose features
are clouded by oppression, misery, and suffering,
from a bitter reality that destroys everything we build.
A world where you see rising walls of tyranny,
That crushes in our dreams and dreams
And reign darkness and greed in all hearts.
The Ballad of Nora Lee
Song by Helldorado
Once upon a time there lived a lady young and fair
Raven hair and rosy cheeks and no one to compare
Daughter of a noble man in a little town
And her name was Nora Lee, and it was spoken all around
It's told that she was courted by two men of different kin
One of them a shoemaker that made boots of lizard skin
The other was the sheriff in this little town
And he swore he'd marry her or else he'd put her in the ground
One night the moon was brightly shining in the sky
She went to see the shoemaker and with him she did lie
"You are my own true love" she whispered soft and low
But they'd been spied upon that night, and soon the sheriff he would know
Then came a cold and dark night and the wind was blowin' free
The sheriff and his men they tied poor Nora to a tree
Full of wickedness they stole her maidenhead
Then they stabbed her with a knife 'till they were sure she was dead
Her body it was found the next day on the banks below
The news was heard and many hearts were filled with grief and woe
"The guilty one will soon be hung" the sheriff he did claim
And he called upon his men, the shoemaker to blame
The scaffold it was built and all the people gathered round
Just to watch that poor boy taken to his hangin' ground
The rope was tied around his neck for everyone to see
And as the hangman pulled the rope, then he would meet his Nora Lee