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<\/iframe><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Toutes les femmes sont des reines …<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>But some are more eager than others.<\/strong><br \/><strong>Some shatter a man’s dream<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0<strong>By breaking away from their lover.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Cette chanson pour cette reine<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0<strong>Qui dit \u00e0 son roi, \u00abMaintenant …<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I am gone, gone with the wind.\u00bb<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The love that you would not defend with your life<\/strong><br \/><strong>You cannot befriend always tears in your eyes.<\/strong><br \/><strong>I am gone, gone with the wind,<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>I am gone in search of a new king.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Toutes les femmes sont des reines,<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>Sur terre, sur mer, neige ou d\u00e9sert.<\/strong><br \/><strong>Derri\u00e8re le voile des formes pleines<\/strong>\u00a0–\u00a0<strong>Il y a le myst\u00e8re des sir\u00e8nes.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Burn the towns,<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>Burn the backstreet bars,<\/strong><br \/><strong>Burn your boardwalk basement trade.<\/strong><br \/><strong>Feel the flame, \u00a0Feel the curve of the sword,<\/strong><br \/><strong>Your living flesh reeks of compromise, babe.<\/strong><br \/><strong>And in the face of barbarian hordes<\/strong><br \/><strong>An honest defeat is your only reward.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The love that you would not defend with your life<\/strong><br \/><strong>You cannot befriend always tears in your eyes.<\/strong><br \/><strong>Ma ni dem, gone with the wind,<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>Ma ni dem \u00a0in search of a new king.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00abAll women are queens,<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>Tell this to the woman who loves you.<\/strong><br \/><strong>You may not live up to her dreams,<\/strong>\u00a0<strong>which even a king cannot always do.\u00bb<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Voil\u00e0 ce qu’a dit une reine<\/strong>\u00a0 – \u00a0<strong>A un roi bon vaincu sans haine.<\/strong><br \/><strong>Elle est partie comme s’en va la mer<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>Quand la lune vous a.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The love that you would not defend with your life<\/strong><br \/><strong>You cannot befriend always tears in your eyes.<\/strong><br \/><strong>I am gone, gone with the wind,<\/strong><br \/><strong>I am gone in search of a new king.<\/strong><br \/><strong>I am gone – I am gone.<\/strong><\/address><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.mariannefaithfull.org.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13267\" title=\"i-lo-m-faithfull\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/i-lo-m-faithfull.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"480\" height=\"270\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/i-lo-m-faithfull.jpg 480w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/i-lo-m-faithfull-300x168.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/i-lo-m-faithfull-150x84.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/i-lo-m-faithfull-400x225.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 480px) 100vw, 480px\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/search?q=marianne+faithfull+%27Bored+by+Dreams%27+%E2%86%93+(1995)&sca_esv=560150485&tbm=vid&sxsrf=AB5stBgxiIq8rPrdefOQ6pvoBllcvfsufg:1692994168058&source=lnms&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiJtfnfzviAAxXlVqQEHenkDD8Q_AUoAnoECAMQBA&biw=1440&bih=712&dpr=1#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:60cf658a,vid:AcfNs22Kml0\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">\u2665\u00a0 \u00a0‘Bored by Dreams’<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u21d0\u00a0(1995)<\/h6>\n<p>Things are never what they seem \u00a0– \u00a0Play a part most of the time.<br \/>What is yours cannot be mine \u00a0– \u00a0And I’m bored by dreams \u00a0– \u00a0Bored by dreams.<\/p>\n<p>I can’t say the words I mean –\u00a0Make myself go through the line.<br \/>Does the payment fit the crime –\u00a0If I’m bored by dreams ?<\/p>\n<p>Take me through the steps my love \u00a0– \u00a0Shall we dance again ?<br \/>I was older then \u00a0– \u00a0Now we are the same.<\/p>\n<p><em>Lasse des rves \u00a0– \u00a0Rve qui brille dans le noir \u00a0– \u00a0Brillera bien tu peux le croire.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em> Toujours dire la verite \u00a0– \u00a0Quand je suis lasse des rives.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Take me through the steps my love \u00a0– \u00a0Shall we dance again ?<br \/>Things were always brighter then \u00a0– \u00a0Hear me call your name.<\/p>\n<p>After a certain age \u00a0Every artist\u00a0works with injury . . .<\/p>\n<p>Take me through the steps my love \u00a0– \u00a0Shall we dance again ?<br \/>I was always older then \u00a0– \u00a0Now we are the same.<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u03a6 \u00a0‘Broken English’ \u00a0\u21d3 [<strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/video\/video.php?v=10150260693685802\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Derek Jarman<\/a>]<\/strong><\/strong><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/f2tbc81Ujno?si=Ck8_YgBHh9rpB9aM\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Could have come through anytime, \u00a0\u00a0Cold lonely, puritan<br \/>What are you fighting for? \u00a0\u00a0It’s not my security.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">It’s just an old war, \u00a0Not even a cold war,<br \/>Don’t say it in Russian, \u00a0Don’t say it in German.<br \/>Say it in broken English, \u00a0Say it in broken English.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Lose your father, your husband, \u00a0Your mother, your children.<br \/>What are you dying for? \u00a0\u00a0It’s not my reality.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">It’s just an old war, \u00a0Not even a cold war,<br \/>Don’t say it in Russian, \u00a0Don’t say it in German.<br \/>Say it in broken English, \u00a0Say it in broken English.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>What are you fighting for<\/strong>? [ . . . ]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Could have come through anytime, \u00a0\u00a0Cold lonely, puritan.<br \/>What are you fighting for? \u00a0\u00a0It’s not my security.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">It’s just an old war, \u00a0Not even a cold war,<br \/>Don’t say it in Russian, \u00a0Don’t say it in German.<br \/>Say it in broken English, \u00a0Say it in broken English.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Say it in broken English, \u00a0Say it in broken English.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>What are you fighting for? \u00a0What are you fighting for?<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6>\u25ca\u2192\u00a0 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=fw099ooXt3U\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">‘Song for Nico’<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d3<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/u_tHFBYsDF4\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p id=\"watch-headline-title\">Born in 1938 \u00a0– \u00a0A good year for the Reich<br \/>She could not participate \u00a0– \u00a0She didn’t have the right<br \/>For she was fatherless in the Fatherland<\/p>\n<p>Now it’s 1966 \u00a0– \u00a0Andrew’s up to all his tricks.<br \/>And when Brian Jones is near \u00a0Nico doesn’t feel so queer;<br \/>She’s in the shit, though she’s innocent \u2014<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday is gone, \u00a0There’s just today \u2014 No tomorrow.<br \/>Yesterday is gone, \u00a0There’s just today \u2014 No more …<\/p>\n<p>Now it’s Andy Warhol’s time \u00a0– \u00a0Mystic 60’s on a dime.<br \/>Though she kinda likes Lou Reed \u2014<br \/>She doesn’t really have the need.<br \/>Already in the shit, though she’s innocent<\/p>\n<p>And now she doesn’t know \u00a0what it is she wants<br \/>And where she wants to go<br \/>And will Delon be still a cunt<br \/>Yes, she’s in the shit, though she is innocent<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday is gone \u00a0– \u00a0There’s just today \u00a0– \u00a0No tomorrow.<br \/>Yesterday is gone \u00a0– \u00a0There’s just today \u00a0– \u00a0No more<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u221e\u00a0 ‘Love Is Teasin’ \u2193 [with\u00a0the Chieftains]<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ImKPUYMLZKc\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,<\/strong><br \/><strong>I wish I were a maid again.<\/strong><br \/><strong>But a maid again I can never be<\/strong><br \/><strong>Until apples grow on an ivy tree.<\/strong><br \/><strong>For love it is pleasin’ and love is teasin’<\/strong><br \/><strong>And love is a treasure when first it’s new.<\/strong><br \/><strong>But as love grows older, then love grows colder<\/strong><br \/><strong>And it fades away like the morning dew.<\/strong><br \/><strong>There is a little house into town<\/strong><br \/><strong>And there my love, he sits him down.<\/strong><br \/><strong>He takes a strange girl on his knee<\/strong><br \/><strong>And he tells her things that he wants to be.<\/strong><br \/><strong>For love and water make younger older<\/strong><br \/><strong>And love and whiskey make her old and grey.<\/strong><br \/><strong>And what cannot be cured, love, must be endured, love,<\/strong><br \/><strong>And now I am bound for America.<\/strong><br \/>La la la la la la …<br \/>La la la la la la …<br \/>As life grows older sure love grows older<br \/>And it fades away like the morning dew.<\/p>\n<h6>\u25ca \u00a0‘Strange Weather’ \u2193 \u00a0[2005]<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/JHxEnS1G344\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00ab…Obviously this cigarette is just used as a prop…\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Will you take me across the Channel, \u00a0London Bridge is falling down.<br \/>Strange a woman tries to save \u00a0what a man will try to drown.<br \/>And he’s the rain that they predicted, \u00a0It’s the forecast every time.<br \/>The rose has died because you picked it \u00a0– \u00a0I believe that brandy’s mine.<\/p>\n<p>And all over the world \u00a0strangers \u00a0talk only about the weather.<br \/>All over the world \u00a0\u00a0It’s the same \u00a0– \u00a0It’s the same \u00a0– \u00a0It’s the same.<\/p>\n<p>The word is getting flatter, \u00a0The sky is falling all around.<br \/>And nothing is the matter \u00a0For I never cry in town.<br \/>And a love like ours, my dear, \u00a0is best measured when it’s down.<br \/>And I never buy umbrellas, \u00a0For there’s always one around.<\/p>\n<p>And all over the world \u00a0strangers \u00a0talk only about the weather.<br \/>All over the world \u00a0\u00a0It’s the same \u00a0– \u00a0It’s the same \u00a0– \u00a0It’s the same.<\/p>\n<p>And you know that it’s beginning, \u00a0And you know that it’s the end<br \/>When once again we are strangers \u00a0And the fog comes rolling in.<\/p>\n<p>And all over the world \u00a0strangers \u00a0talk only about the weather.<br \/>All over the world \u00a0It’s the same \u00a0– \u00a0It’s the same \u00a0– \u00a0It’s the same.<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u221e \u00a0w\/ \u00a0Bill Frisell \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[London_2013]<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qCZWqW57pcY\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>01 – The Stations \u00a0\u2191<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #444433; text-align: center;\">Oh Mama, ain’t no time to fall to pieces<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>He has arrived, \u00a0There by the Grace of God go I<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>I don’t know what they mean<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>I don’t know what they mean and I say<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #444433; text-align: center;\">Oh Mother, now I can believe you’re leaving<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>Seen through your eyes,\u00a0There by the Grace of God go I<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>I don’t know what they mean<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>I don’t know what they mean and I say<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #444433; text-align: center;\">I hear the rapture’s coming; they say he’ll be here soon<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>Right now there’s demons crawling all around my room<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>They say he lives within me; they say for me he died<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>Right\u00a0now I hear his footsteps almost every night<\/p>\n<p style=\"color: #444433; text-align: center;\">Oh\u00a0<span id=\"IL_AD2\" class=\"IL_AD\">Children<\/span>, this is where they come to take me away\u00a0<span id=\"IL_AD1\" class=\"IL_AD\">from here<\/span><br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>I don’t know what they mean<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\" \/>I don’t know what they mean and I say<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>02 –\u00a0Working Class Hero<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">As soon as you’re born they make you feel small<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">By giving you no time instead of it all<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">A working class hero is something to be …<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules.<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">A working class hero is something to be …<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Then they expect you to pick a career,<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">But you really can’t function, you’re so full of fear.<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">A working class hero is something to be …<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">And you think you’re so clever and classless and free,<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">But you’re all fucking peasants as far as I can see.<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">A working class hero is something to be …<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>[…Bill Frisell…]<\/em><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">There’s room at the top they are telling us still,<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">But first we must learn how to smile as we kill<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">If we want to live like the folks on the hill.<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">A working class hero is something to be . . .<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>03-\u00a0Boulevard Of Broken Dreams<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I walk along the street of sorrow –\u00a0The boulevard of broken dreams<br \/>Where gigolo and gigolette can take a kiss without regret<br \/>So they forget their broken dreams.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow when you behold your shattered schemes.<br \/>And gigolo and gigolette wake up to find their eyes are wet<br \/>With tears that tell of broken dreams.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Here is where you’ll always find me –\u00a0Always walking up and down,<br \/>But I left my soul behind me in an old cathedral town.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The joy that you find here, you borrow –\u00a0You cannot keep it long, it seems.<br \/>And\u00a0gigolo and gigolette still sing a song and dance along<br \/>The boulevard of broken dreams.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Da, da, da, da, da, da, da . . .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The joy that you find here, you borrow –\u00a0You cannot keep it long, it seems.<br \/>And\u00a0gigolo and gigolette still sing a song and dance along<br \/>The boulevard of broken dreams<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>04 – The Ballad\u00a0<span style=\"color: #000000;\">of Lucy Jordan<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The morning sun touched lightly on t<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">he eyes of Lucy Jordan<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">In a white suburban bedroom, i<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">n a white suburban town<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">And she lay there ‘neath the covers, d<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">reaming of a thousand lovers<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">‘Til the world turned to orange a<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">nd the room went spinning round<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">At the age of 37, s<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">he realized she’d never ride<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Through Paris in a sports car w<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">ith the warm wind in her hair<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">So she let the phone keep ringing a<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">s she sat there softly singing<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Pretty nursery rhymes she’d memorized i<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">n her Daddy’s easy chair<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Her husband he was off to work a<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">nd the kids were off to school<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">And there were oh so many ways f<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">or her to spend her days<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">She could clean the house for hours o<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">r rearrange the flowers<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Or run naked through the shady street, s<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">creaming all the way<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">At the age of 37 s<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">he realized . . .<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The evening sun touched gently on t<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">he eyes of Lucy Jordan<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">On the rooftop where she climbed w<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">hen all the laughter grew too loud<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">And she bowed and curtsied to the man w<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">ho reached and offered her his hand<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">At the age of 37 s<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">he knew she’d found forever<\/span><br style=\"color: #000000;\" \/><span style=\"color: #000000;\">As she rode along through Paris w<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">ith the warm wind in her hair.<\/span><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" class=\"yt\" style=\"text-align: right;\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title long-title \" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Carla Bruni, Marianne Faithfull - All the Best (\u00e0 l\u2019Olympia avec Marianne Faithfull)\">\u2022\u2192<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=rmoSyT2h6NA\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">w\/ Carla Bruni: \u00a0‘All the Best’<\/a>\u00a0\u21d0[2014]<\/span><\/h6>\n<h6 class=\"yt watch-title-container\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title \" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Marianne Faithfull - Sparrows Will Sing\">\u25ca ‘Sparrows Will Sing’ \u00a0\u21d3 \u00a0[R. Waters_2014]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/yHVFarjq-D0\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>A child breaks the ice and peers into the hidden depths<br \/>I’m trying to decipher the horror of un-holiness<br \/>I have no doubt you’ll figure it out someday<br \/>Calo, calo, cale<\/p>\n<p>Then the sparrows will sing on the boulevards, again<br \/>And on the corridors of karma, where they walked on<br \/>Soft for a night<br \/>Me a sultan’s embrace, but mythical peace will surely fade away<br \/>Calo, calo, cale . . .<\/p>\n<p>The young generation is eager to muster the helm<br \/>They cannot be seduced by this candy floss techno-hell<br \/>They put over the hell and the fresh breeze<br \/>They’ll sustain<br \/>Calo, calo, cale . . .<br \/>A child breaks the ice and peers into the hidden depths<br \/>To try to untangle the whole of this unholy mess<br \/>Well I have no doubt they will figure it out one day<br \/>Calo, calo, cale . . .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u2207\u00a0 \u00a0‘<b>Born To Live’\u00a0\u00a0 \u21d3\u00a0 \u00a0[\u00abNegative Capability\u00bb_2018]<\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/PluHO0C77a4\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Born to live and born to die<br \/>Aren’t they just the same?<br \/>We’re always breaking someone’s heart<br \/>Especially our own<br \/>Life goes on its joyful way<br \/>As usual nothing’s as it seems<br \/>But to die a good death is my dream<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And I wish it for all, for all I know and love<br \/>Deep down below and high above<br \/>We’re born to die, no one to blame<br \/>We’re born to love, we’re all the same<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Blues stay away, stay away from me<br \/>I hate to lose old friends<br \/>Blues are my enemy, but love gets me through<br \/>Born to live and die<br \/>Forever loving you<br \/>Don’t make me cry, know what I must do<br \/>Pray for a good death, one for me, one for you<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And I wish it for all, for all I know and love<br \/>Deep down below and high above<br \/>We’re born to die, no one to blame<br \/>We’re born to love, we’re all the same<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u2207\u00a0 ‘The Gypsy Faerie Queen’\u00a0 \u21d3<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0[feat. Nick Cave]\u00a0<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ndseNmYb4s0\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<pre id=\"lyric-body-text\" class=\"lyric-body wselect-cnt\" dir=\"ltr\" data-lang=\"en\">I'm <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/known\">known<\/a> by many <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/different\">different<\/a> names\nMy good <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/friend\">friend<\/a> Will\nCalls me Puck and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/Robin\">Robin<\/a> Goodfellow\nI <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/follow\">follow<\/a> the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/gypsy\">gypsy<\/a> faerie queen\nI <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/follow\">follow<\/a> the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/gypsy\">gypsy<\/a> faerie queen\n\nShe <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/walks\">walks<\/a> the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/length\">length<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/breadth\">breadth<\/a> of England\nSinging her song, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/using\">using<\/a> her wand\nTo help and heal the land\nAnd the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/creatures\">creatures<\/a> on it\nShe's <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/dressed\">dressed<\/a> in rags of moleskin\nAnd <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/wears\">wears<\/a> a <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/crown\">crown<\/a> of <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/rowan\">rowan<\/a> berries on her brow\n\nAnd I follow, follow, follow\nThe <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/gypsy\">gypsy<\/a> faerie queen\nWe exist, exist, exist\nIn the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/twilight\">twilight<\/a> in-between\n\nShe <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/bears\">bears<\/a> a <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/blackthorn\">blackthorn<\/a> staff\nTo help her in her walking\nI only <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/listen\">listen<\/a> to her sing\nBut I <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/never\">never<\/a> hear her talking\nAnymore\nThough once she did\nThough once she did\n\nAnd I follow, follow, follow\nMy <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/gypsy\">gypsy<\/a> faerie queen\n\nWe exist, exist, exist\nIn the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/twilight\">twilight<\/a> in-between\n\nAnd I follow, follow, follow\nMy <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/gypsy\">gypsy<\/a> faerie queen\n\nWe exist, exist, exist\nIn the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/country\">country<\/a> in-between\n\nMe and my <a href=\"https:\/\/www.definitions.net\/definition\/gypsy\">gypsy<\/a> queen<\/pre>\n<p id=\"watch-headline-title\" style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2022\u2192 [1946-2025] … RIP<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7<\/h6>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\">\u00a4 \u00a0Sandy Denny \u00a0\u00a0 [1947-1978]<\/span><\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=TJ-gnwp_2HM\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-37087\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Brenda_L.jpg\" alt=\"Brenda_L\" width=\"225\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Brenda_L.jpg 225w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Brenda_L-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Well,\u00a0<strong>come-a little baby let’s jump the broomstick\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong>Come on let’s tie a knot\u00a0. . .<\/strong><br \/>Sister don’t like it, your brother don’t like it<br \/>Your father don’t like it, your mother don’t like it<br \/>Come-a little baby let’s jump the broomstick<br \/>Come on let’s tie a knot<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Well, I’m\u00a0<strong>goin’ to Alabama back from Texarkana\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong>Goin’ all round the world\u00a0. . .<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Your sister don’t like it, my brother don’t like_<br \/>Your father don’t_ and my mother don’t like it<br \/>Come-a little baby let’s jump the broomstick<br \/>Come on let’s tie a knot<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Come-a little baby, don’t mean maybe\u00a0<\/strong><br \/><strong>Come-a let’s settle down . . .<\/strong><br \/>Your sister don’t like it, your brother don’t like it<br \/>My father don’t like it, my mother don’t<br \/>Come-a little baby let’s jump the broomstick<br \/>Come on let’s tie a knot<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/przjwqhZkeE\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u2207 \u00a0\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=mlNWdt66vzU\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Live at BBC<\/a> \u00a0\u21d3 \u00a01971<\/h6>\n<p><strong>01. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PxYU7A6qCnc\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The North Star Grassman And The Ravens<\/a>\u00a0\u21d0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>They stood upon the deck as the ship went out to sea<br \/>The wind it took the sails and left the land a memory<br \/>All upon the shore for to wonder why the sailor goes<br \/>All to close their eyes and wonder what the sailor knows<br \/>That is you to they – That is how they think you are<br \/>Never on the land but sailing by the north star …<\/p>\n<p>To the tower and to the ravens and the tale that hopes they’ll never leave<br \/>What if they should go?\u00a0We always dread to think of them<br \/>I wonder if they flew one day and no one ever knew they’d gone<br \/>To circle over ships at sea claiming yet another son<br \/>That is you to me –\u00a0That is where I think you are<br \/>Never on the land but gone to find the north star<\/p>\n<p><strong>02. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PQiWL0HfIJs\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Late November<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk,<br \/>The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned.<br \/>The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds<br \/>And as we drew south the mist it came down.<\/p>\n<p>The wooded ravine to the wandering stream,<br \/>The serpent he moved, but no-one would say.<br \/>The depths of the waters, the bridge which distraught us<br \/>And brought to me thoughts of the ill-fated day.<\/p>\n<p>The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures<br \/>One played it by ear on the banks of the sea.<br \/>That one was found but the others they went under.<br \/>The tears which are shed, they won’t come from me.<\/p>\n<p>The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me.<br \/>He flew solo on the mercury sea.<br \/>The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people,<br \/>The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-45072\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/cmm.jpg\" alt=\"cmm\" width=\"255\" height=\"136\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/cmm.jpg 255w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/cmm-150x80.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 255px) 100vw, 255px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Written and composed by Richard Thompson and Dave Swarbrick, from <strong>Fairport Convention<\/strong>‘s inspired album, <em>\u00abLiege & Lief\u00bb (<\/em>1969), often credited as the first major \u00abBritish folk rock\u00bb album, and voted Most Influential Folk Album of All Time in 2006.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Their lead-singer, and Trevor Lucas’ wife,\u00a0<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/sandydenny.org.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Sandy Denny<\/a><\/strong>, born Alexandra Elene Maclean Denny, is still remembered as one of the best voices ever heard in Britain.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/_iCpevmITMc\" width=\"420\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Within the fire and out upon the sea,\u00a0Crazy Man Michael was walking.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> He met with a raven with eyes black as coals, and shortly they were a-talking<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u201cYour future, your future, I would tell to you –\u00a0Your future, you often have asked me.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> Your true love will die by your own right hand and Crazy Man Michael will cursed be.\u201d<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Michael he ranted and Michael he raved, and beat at the four winds with his fists-o.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore,\u00a0for his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-o.<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u201cYou speak with an evil, you speak with a hate –\u00a0You speak for the devil that haunts me<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> For is she not the fairest in all the broad land –\u00a0Your sorcerer’s words are to taunt me.\u201d<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">He took out his dagger of fire and of steel, and struck down the raven through the heart-o.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin, and the cold earth did wonder and start-o.<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u201cOh, where is the raven that I struck down dead, that here did lie on the ground-o?<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> I see but my true love with a wound so red, where her lover’s heart it did pound-o.<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u201dCrazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks, and talks to the night and the day-o.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear and he longs to be far away-o.<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/address><address style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes, and asks of the wild wolves their pardon.<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> For his true love is flown into every flower grown, and he must be keeper of the garden.<\/span><\/address>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\">\u00a0 \u2666\u00a0 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=hpEHH8zq364\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">‘Farewell Farewell’<\/a> \u00a0 \u2193<\/span><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/HnWry5P_WFY\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>Farewell, farewell to you who’d hear<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800000;\"> <strong> You lonely travellers all.<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800000;\"> <strong> The cold North winds will blow again<\/strong><\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800000;\"> <strong> The winding road does call.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\">And you will never return to see your bruised and beaten sons?<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800000;\"> Oh, I would, I would if welcome I were<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800000;\"> For they loathe me ev’ryone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\">And will you never cut the cloth or drink the light to be?<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800000;\"> And can you never swear a year to anyone but me?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\">No I will never cut the cloth or drink the light to be,<\/span><br \/><span style=\"color: #800000;\"> But I’ll swear a year to one who lies asleep alongside of me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p id=\"watch-headline-title\" style=\"text-align: center;\">\u2022\u2192\u00a0Sandy Denny\/Fotheringay <strong>\u21d2<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=MeJKlUKU90A\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">‘Wild Mountain Thyme’<\/a>\u00a0<\/strong>\u21d4 <a href=\"http:\/\/lyrics.wikia.com\/Sandy_Denny:Wild_Mountain_Thyme\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">[lyrics]<\/a><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: right;\">F C \u00a0 \u2193 \u00a0‘<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=lHvGTUDAU2k\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Fotheringay’\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0\u2190<\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Mary, Queen of Scots, was imprisoned for 21 years in the castle of <strong>Fotheringhay<\/strong> by Queen Elizabeth\u00a0I for conspiring to overthrow Elizabeth and was executed in 1587. Sandy Denny’s song concentrates more on the long imprisonment rather than the sensational execution.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/2VBh0sJYMiY\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u221e\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sandydenny.co.uk\/lyrics\/thebattleevermore.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">‘The Battle of Evermore’ \u00a0<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d0\u00a0 w\/ Led Zep<\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/fS2YuBi8_yE\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Queen of Light took her bow, and then she turned to go,<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, and walked the night alone.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Oh, dance in the dark of night – Sing to the morning light.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">The dark Lord rides in force tonight, and time will tell us all.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Oh, throw down your plow and hoe – \u00a0Rest not to lock your homes.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I hear the horses’ thunder down in the valley below,<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I’m waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness,<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">The ground is rich from tender care – \u00a0Repay, do not forget, no, <strong>no.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant’s face is red.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Oh the war is common cry – Pick up you swords and fly.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black,<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">Ride on…<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Oh dance in the dark of night – Sing to the morning light.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">Bring it back.<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>At last the sun is shining – The clouds of blue roll by,<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.<\/strong><\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">Bring it back . . .<\/address><address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u2207 \u00a0<span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Richard Thompson: \u00a0‘Blackleg Miner’ \u00a0<\/span>[2006]<span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">\u00a0–\u00a0<\/span>An English folk song, of unknown authorship, written somewhere between the late 1800s and early 1900s. The term\u00a0<em>\u00abblackleg\u00bb<\/em>\u00a0is older slang meaning\u00a0<em>\u00abscab\u00bb<\/em>. There was a great hostility among the unionized miners towards anyone who chose to cross their striking lines \u00a0\u21d3<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/MiC3k8xQdhQ\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>It’s in the evening after dark\u00a0<strong>when the blackleg miner goes to work,<\/strong><\/strong><br \/><strong> With his moleskin pants and dirty shirt –\u00a0<strong>There goes the blackleg miner . . .<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=X7pnRgBan7c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-35394\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/blacleg-miner.jpg\" alt=\"blackleg\" width=\"140\" height=\"192\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/blacleg-miner.jpg 140w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/blacleg-miner-109x150.jpg 109w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 140px) 100vw, 140px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Well, he grabs his duds and down he goes\u00a0to hew the coal that lies below,<br \/>There’s not a woman in this town row\u00a0will look at the blackleg miner.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Oh, Delaval is a terrible place –\u00a0They rub wet clay in the blackleg’s face,<br \/>And around the heaps they run a footrace\u00a0to catch the blackleg miner.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">And even down near the Seghill mine,\u00a0across the way they stretch a line<br \/>To catch the throat, to break the spine\u00a0of the dirty blackleg miner.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">They grabbed his duds, his picks as well, and they hoy them down the pit of hell,<br \/>So off you go, we pay you well –\u00a0You dirty blackleg miner.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">So join the union while you may –\u00a0Don’t wait ‘til your dying day<br \/>For that may not be far away,\u00a0You dirty blackleg miner<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022\u00a0Steeleye Span \u2191<\/strong>\u00a0[\u00abBack In Line\u00bb_1986]<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\n<\/p>\n<p> \u221e Ismael Lo & Marianne Faithfull \u2193 ‘Without Blame’ <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p> Toutes les femmes sont des reines …But some are more eager than others.Some shatter a man’s dream By breaking away from their lover.Cette chanson pour cette reine Qui dit \u00e0 son roi, \u00abMaintenant …I am gone, gone with the wind.\u00bbThe love […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":28,"featured_media":6510,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[168],"tags":[102,195,299],"class_list":["post-16461","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lyrics2","tag-lyrics","tag-biography","tag-blighty","odd"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16461","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/28"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=16461"}],"version-history":[{"count":73,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16461\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":55851,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16461\/revisions\/55851"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6510"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16461"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16461"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16461"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}