FrogenYozurt.Com - Online Literature Magazine » Donovan http://frogenyozurt.com Literature, Book Review, Entertainment, Music, Poiltics, Lifestyle, Technology, and more... Wed, 23 May 2012 11:22:31 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 Widow With Shawl (A Portrait) – Lyrics And Music by Donovan P. Leitch http://frogenyozurt.com/2012/03/widow-with-shawl-a-portrait-lyrics-and-music-by-donovan-p-leitch/ http://frogenyozurt.com/2012/03/widow-with-shawl-a-portrait-lyrics-and-music-by-donovan-p-leitch/#comments Sat, 10 Mar 2012 19:18:58 +0000 Editor http://frogenyozurt.com/?p=29374 This song, you must imagine, takes place in the Eighteenth Century, in England, somewhere. And this song tells the story of a young lady who is lamenting her lover, who has gone to sea. This is in the days of the sailing ships, and when they went to sea, they went away for a long time. Twenty-five years, maybe thirty years. Well, this is a widow, she supposes she’s a widow, and she’s walking along the beach. And this is her song.

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Widow With Shawl (A Porttrait)

Lyrics And Music by Donovan P. Leitch

Dear wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love’s ship to me, fill the sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore

Forsake her not in times of storm
Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore

Whether he be in Africa
Or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams
I a-weary wait upon the shore

Dear snow, white gulls upon the wave
I, like you, am lamenting, for my love
I a-weary cry upon the shore

And in my chariot of sleep
I ride the vast and dreamy deep, deep sea
I awake a-weary on the shore

Seven years and seven days
No man has seen my woman ways, dear God
I a-weary cry upon the shore

Along the shingled beach I go
The wind about me as I make my way
To my weary dream upon my bed

Dear wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love’s ship to me, fill the sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore

]]> http://frogenyozurt.com/2012/03/widow-with-shawl-a-portrait-lyrics-and-music-by-donovan-p-leitch/feed/ 0 As The Elders Of Our Time Choose To Remain Blind http://frogenyozurt.com/2010/03/as-the-elders-of-our-time-choose-to-remain-blind/ http://frogenyozurt.com/2010/03/as-the-elders-of-our-time-choose-to-remain-blind/#comments Fri, 26 Mar 2010 16:11:06 +0000 Editor http://www.frogenyozurt.com/?p=1931 Donovan (Donovan Phillips Leitch, born 10 May 1946, in Maryhill, Glasgow), is a Scottish singer-songwriter and guitarist. Emerging from the British folk scene, he developed an eclectic and distinctive style that blended folk, jazz, pop, psychedelia, and world music. Donovan came to fame in the United Kingdom in early 1965, and his popularity spread to the USA and other countries. He scored a string of hits in the UK, the USA, Australia and other countries, including several British and American #1 hits and million-selling records.

He became a friend of leading pop musicians including Joan Baez, Brian Jones, Bruce Springsteen, and The Beatles. He influenced both John Lennon and Paul McCartney when he taught them his finger-picking guitar style in 1968. Some of his most popular songs are Catch The Wind, Sunshine Superman, Colours, Universal Soldier, and many more.

My absolute favorite song, though, is Atlantis. The song starts very quietly with only a guitar and a piano in the background. It ends with a style closer to rock music with slight elements of psychedelia (at least that’s how I would describe it – I am not a music expert). The beginning of the song is nevertheless the strongest, most fascinating part of the song where Donovan, with his distinct Scottish accent, tells his version of the island of Atlantis. He literally tells the story, meaning he doesn’t sing at first.

According to the time when the song was written (some time in the 1970′s) he can’t help to take a swing at the time’s political situation by saying “…the elders of our time choose to remain blind…” Looking at Washington D.C. these times makes me think that the meaning of the song is not outdated as of yet.

Atlantis by Donovan P. Leitch

The continent of Atlantis was an island
Which lay before the great flood in the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean
So great an area of land, that from her western shores
Those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South and the North Americas with ease
In their ships with painted sails
To the East Africa was a neighbour
Across a short strait of sea miles
The great Egyptian age is but a remnant of the Atlantian culture
The antediluvian kings colonised the world
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis.
Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth
On board were the Twelve: The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist,
The magician and the other so-called Gods of our legends.
Though Gods they were - And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind,
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new.
Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be, she may be
I wanna see you some day

P.S. I have taken the liberty to comprise the end of the lyrics, since that part is highly repetitive.

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