Showing posts with label minstrel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label minstrel. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Once Upon A Time Minstrels Would Sing Of Love...
Not anymore...
Here's Ewan MacColl's offering (he was a communist from the English city of Manchester)...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ewan_MacColl
Labels:
activists,
communist,
Ewan MacColl,
exploitation,
folk,
gypsies,
Manchester,
minstrel,
peace,
song,
unemployment,
vietnam,
war
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Modern Troubadour...
A wandering minstrel I —
A thing of shreds and patches,
Of ballads, songs and snatches,
And dreamy lullaby!
My catalogue is long,
Through every passion ranging,
And to your humours changing
I tune my supple song!
I tune my supple song!
A thing of shreds and patches,
Of ballads, songs and snatches,
And dreamy lullaby!
My catalogue is long,
Through every passion ranging,
And to your humours changing
I tune my supple song!
I tune my supple song!
~ Gilbert & Sullivan, The Mikado...
Labels:
death,
Gilbert and Sullivan,
John Dowland,
journey,
Labyrinth,
Life,
love,
minstrel,
pain,
Sting,
The Mikado,
troubadour,
winter
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