hi marc,
what an intriguing title, a political comment you say?, so if you wrote it last year...your wish must have come true [without the need for shooting?] as i believe mr bush has now flown the coop?...oh sad pheasant me... [puns intended]
phill
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hi marc,
what an intriguing title, a political comment you say?, so if you wrote it last year...your wish must have come true [without the need for shooting?] as i believe mr bush has now flown the coop?...oh sad pheasant me... [puns intended]
phill
hi roger,
thanks to bernard cornwell's graphic descriptions, it was all there coupled with the fact that i'm quite depressed as my job nears it's end. i shall be one of the unemployed by july, and that's really putting the mockers on me...but thanks for the thumbs up, i'm fairly happy with it myself and i'm glad i didnt over record it as i tend to do.
mmm, jerome,
i can't believe you mean that statement, but then again, i suppose death in the imagination is better than in real life?
phill
hi kenny,
yup you've guessed it my friend, it didnt start out that way, but that's how it ended up.
nice to hear from you again, you been keeping company with the bears all winter? i think i'll hibernate next year too.
hi helena, do horses have bad breath? just a thought..lol
hi selso, i wrote it like that on purpose, so that it would mean different things to different people, so there's no mention of vikings, romans, thuggies, cowboys or indians or conquistadors! you imagine your own movie, i just supply the script.
hi ark, cornwell is king, pale horseman is the only one i haven't read...yet! i'm just finishing sword song, what a twit, i read them all in the wrong order, doesn't spoil anything it's just that references get mixed up.
hi daddy, i had to decide if he killed the baby or not, in saxon/viking times they might well have done that...cruel times.
hey russ, the john wayne film you mentioned is called the searchers [ark said so...lol]
isnt that the film where he has to cross the salt flats or something?
hi alan, thanks very much. i have to say though that this was a throw away song, it took less than an hour to write and record and stick on chordie, so i'm very surprised at the response!
thanks everyone
phill
another cracker daddy
phill
allo russ ma boy,
well done, only 7 up [that's familiar?] so far. had a listen to all while i was there. my particular fav's were; sloppy joes, betrayal and iron underware, all for different reasons. did you say you were going to remix albion? i'd like to hear the remix before commenting, but all your songs are excellent.
as has been stated above, the vocals and harmonies plus the twin lead bits are super-duper, talk soon.
phill
Bernard Cornwell is one of favourite writers and this song was possibly inspired by a title of a book I have yet to read. It deals with life in the reign of King Alfred and his troubles with the Viking and Norse invasions.
The song is about a "pale horseman" paid to kill a man and his family who are in hiding, after the deed he finds the man's baby, but instead of killing the child, takes him to raise as his own!...where do these ideas come from? answers on a post card....
Hope you like it, it will be on myspace shortly
Phill
I came across a book of quotes the other day here's one I found from the great Leonardo;
"The poet ranks far below the painter in the representation of visible things.
And far below the musician in that of invisible things."
You'd think such a great artist would have more vision than that, but let's be honest, the only songs they had in those days were opera or folk, which unfortunately tell a story but not in a lyrical way which we have here. So the question is; would Leonardo be such a big artist if he were alive today? I think not as artists don't get famous till they die.
What are your thoughts; is poetry lower than other forms of art?
Phill
hi alan,
just went to your myspace to find that you dont have any songs there...what happened, or is my computer playing up?
phill
hi selso,
just had a listen to this on your web, i liked the words and the tune is [to me] reminiscent of blue grass and cajun music, instead of the guitar i could hear banjo, and a nice fiddle in the background, the song evokes images which in my mind is what a song is meant to do. so keep up the good work.
phill
hi shionagh,
welcome to our little community, new blood...beautiful heartfelt words, wouldnt it be nice if more youngsters showed this much appreciation to their parents, i'm fortunate as mine do, but i've never had a song written for me...never mind.
thanks for sharing with us, looking forward to some more
phill
a lovelly poem helena,
lennon wrote of the paparazzi way back in the 60's before i'd even heard of them, in a song called "sun king"...it's only a mention!
they unfortunately bend all civilised rules under the banner of "freedom of the press" and "the public have the right to know"
your "blood hounds" have caused more pain, misery and broken marriages, not to mention the death of a certain princess than any other peace time organisation [bar the mafia]. so why do we tolerate them?
i'll say it again nice work, brings us back to reality.
phill
hi ark,
i'm now totally chilled, great piece of finger-picking, and the mood-setting of the keyboard back-grounds are excellent...nice work
phill
hi lieven,
improve away my friend, the more we practise the better we get, just like playing the guitar, but dont forget to enjoy what your doing, and i can see that you are doing just that!
in god we trust...everyone else plays bass ![]()
phill
thanks everyone,
now you mention it helena, the smell or scent of new mown grass always gets me, the smell of leather on willow, [cricket bat and cork ball] fabric softner on work clothes, fresh bed sheets after a hot bath or shower...i'd better not go on...
thanks russ, whimsical eh?
hi alan, i never thought of fairies as malevolent, just as those pretty little things with gossamer wings...yes i would go back to the silent if i was you and see if the place lives up to the memory.
hi selso, sorry i didnt mean to slap your wrist, or pull you up, but wales is wales, england is england and ne'er the twain shall meet, except on the rugby pitch, where we beat 'em 2 years running, [they did beat us before that] but all that matters is the last game...and one day we might even beat ireland...we live in hope
phill
hi alan,
sometimes words first can make a song too meaningful...if you get my meaning, it's nice sometimes to begin with a riff to make a song, and to my mind you've succeeded without a doubt.
i'd still like to hear it, but if the song goes as good as the lyrics it will be well worth waiting for!
phill
here here
phill
I don't Selso, I live in Wales...lol
Phill
This is a memory of a meadow in my home village of Llwynhendy way back in the 50's when my friends and I used to play there. I don't think we appreciated the beauty of the place then. Now it's a housing estate, so it lives on in memory only.
The Fairy Glade.
By Phill Williams 25/03/09
Before me, a carpet of foxglove, dancing in a sweet scented whisper of a breeze.
Lush and green hang leaves from branches heavy with budding fruit.
While distantly swaying, eyes closed, drinking-in the promise of a glorious summer
She throws back her head, breathing through her very being,
To fill her lungs with the sweetest scent of all...
I, approaching slowly, silently...no quietly
Wishing not to disturb her or the bluebells
The glade is alive with grass hoppers calling
Bees visiting each plant in turn, humming to the sun...
A wisp of cloud; you wont disturb this glorious day
You only enhance, add picturesque beauty to this scene
Away in the corner of the meadow, runs a gentle stream
Trickling over smooth rounded stones, as it has for hundreds of years
It gives an aroma all itself;
Dragon flies, fly
Sticklebacks swim, kingfisher hunt for that elusive trout
It's such a fine day to be walking through the countryside
O! What joy to be blessed by such as this.
Finally; to a gate, wooden, green with age and lichen
Do we do as we did when we were young and climb over?
We decide the gate won't take the strain
So, walking through the gap in the hedge that the cows frequent
We return to the road, looking back at the fairy glade
Which was only a farmers field
But dreams and memories can conjure....anything
a great description of an english village as i remember them
well done
phill
i just had a thought...if you accidentally aim your flame thrower at a rabbit, would it make him a hot cross bunny?
russ, i dont know what other welshmen do, but i cant eat rabbit, those poor little furry things...lol
helena, i've been stung many times, but i still love bees, and i wont kill one unless it is absolutely necessary...nice little poem though and well observed
oops, sorry alan, but i thought mated might be more PC than the other word.
phill
Hi Snowden,
yes this is the place to post this most wonderful work, although this forum is called poems, you can also put in work in progress, if you want to turn your poem into a song. Or if a member gets inspired by your words, then you may be asked if they can put it to music, or you may ask if someone can put music to it!
You can also post questions.
We try to help, encourage and enjoy each others thoughts, this is your site.
The images you invoke are quite lovely, I could imagine and visualise as I was reading.
Well done and thanks for sharing
Phill
is that the "chariots of fire" reference?
i do like the words, very deep and not what i thought they were about at the beginning...lol
phill
hi jeff,
i guess that's the beauty of chordie, people can get inspired by someone else's work and...there ya go!
let us know when you've done a recording
phill
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