Tag: Rowland S. Howard

My radio show Amazing Songs & Other Delights # 89 – Of Mist & Metaphysics is broadcasted Monday 1 December, 3-4pm (London time), repeating Monday December 8, same hour on Yé Yé Radio: yeyeradio.com (or on the app).

The title comes from a series of coincidences, synchronicities. As well as of waking up to thick, misty days. The kind you would think yourself in the Scottish Highlands, or, according to the legend, the foggy day Arthur and D. Sebastião will return.

There are several obvious Arthurian references on the choices, others are more metaphorical, threshold or, somehow fitting the theme.

The programme opens with a short excerpt of Richard Wagner’s Parsifal, Act II: Prelude – Die Zeit ist da, that leads to Led Zeppelin’s Stairway To Heaven.

Loreena McKennitt sings Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s The Lady of Shalott. The Lady Of Challot is inspired in Elaine of Elaine of Astolat, a maiden who dies of unrequited love for Lancelot. The poem can be read below the tracklist.

Another of the women of the Arthurian world, The Lady Of The Lake, also known as Viviane or Nimuë, who bestows Excalibur to Arthur, also makes an appearance.

Ficamos Por Aqui is from Enterro (Burial) Paus final album.

Echo & The Bunnymen’s is performed by the Paraorchestra (with Brett Anderson and Charles Nodier).

Mark Lanegan is present twice. In
Dave Gahan & Soulsavers’ Kingdoms of Rain, and Queens of The Stone Age’s In the Fade.

Einstürzende Neubauten are preset with Stella Maris, that means Star of the Sea. Our Lady, Star of the Sea, the name Mary, Mother of Christ/The Virgin Mary was/is called by people of the sea. Stella Maris was also the Roman name for the Egyptian goddess Isis.

Mcalmont & Butler’s Although, from the Sound Of… – a wonderful album that has just turned 30, but is timeless – gained a very special meaning for me nine years ago.

The final song is Autoluminescent by Rowland S. Howard. In the Northern Hemisphere we’re on the pathway to Winter Solstice, the beginning of the return of the light.

Tracklist:
01: Richard Wagner – Parsifal, Act II Prelude – Die Zeit ist da (excerpt)
02: Led Zeppelin – Stairway To Heaven
03: Paus – Ficamos Por Aqui
04: Roxy Music – Avalon
05: Loreena McKennitt – The Lady of Shalott (Live)
06: Queens Of The Stone Age – In the Fade
07: José Cid – A Lenda D’el Rei D. Sebastião
08: Opeth – In The Mist She Was Standing (excerpt)
09: Paraorchestra – The Killing Moon (with Brett Anderson and Charles Nodier)
10: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Red Right Hand
11: Mcalmont & Butler – Although
12: Dave Gahan & Soulsavers – Kingdoms of Rain (live Mark Lanegan 60th celebration)
13: Crown Lands – Lady Of The Lake
14: Einstürzende Neubauten – Stella Maris
15: Die Among Strangers – Lancelot & Elaine
16: Rowland S Howard – Autoluminescent

The Lady of Shalott (1842) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Part I

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And thro’ the field the road runs by

       To many-tower’d Camelot;

And up and down the people go,

Gazing where the lilies blow

Round an island there below,

       The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

Little breezes dusk and shiver

Thro’ the wave that runs for ever

By the island in the river

       Flowing down to Camelot.

Four gray walls, and four gray towers,

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

       The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil’d,

Slide the heavy barges trail’d

By slow horses; and unhail’d

The shallop flitteth silken-sail’d

       Skimming down to Camelot:

But who hath seen her wave her hand?

Or at the casement seen her stand?

Or is she known in all the land,

       The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early

In among the bearded barley,

Hear a song that echoes cheerly

From the river winding clearly,

       Down to tower’d Camelot:

And by the moon the reaper weary,

Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whispers ” ‘Tis the fairy

       Lady of Shalott.”

Part II

There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colours gay.

She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay

       To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,

And so she weaveth steadily,

And little other care hath she,

       The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro’ a mirror clear

That hangs before her all the year,

Shadows of the world appear.

There she sees the highway near

       Winding down to Camelot:

There the river eddy whirls,

And there the surly village-churls,

And the red cloaks of market girls,

       Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,

An abbot on an ambling pad,

Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,

Or long-hair’d page in crimson clad,

       Goes by to tower’d Camelot;

And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two:

She hath no loyal knight and true,

       The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights

To weave the mirror’s magic sights,

For often thro’ the silent nights

A funeral, with plumes and lights

       And music, went to Camelot:

Or when the moon was overhead,

Came two young lovers lately wed:

“I am half sick of shadows,” said

       The Lady of Shalott.

Part III

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode between the barley-sheaves,

The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,

And flamed upon the brazen greaves

       Of bold Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d

To a lady in his shield,

That sparkled on the yellow field,

       Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter’d free,

Like to some branch of stars we see

Hung in the golden Galaxy.

The bridle bells rang merrily

       As he rode down to Camelot:

And from his blazon’d baldric slung

A mighty silver bugle hung,

And as he rode his armour rung,

       Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather

Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,

The helmet and the helmet-feather

Burn’d like one burning flame together,

       As he rode down to Camelot.

As often thro’ the purple night,

Below the starry clusters bright,

Some bearded meteor, trailing light,

       Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d;

On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;

From underneath his helmet flow’d

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

       As he rode down to Camelot.

From the bank and from the river

He flash’d into the crystal mirror,

“Tirra lirra,” by the river

       Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,

She made three paces thro’ the room,

She saw the water-lily bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

       She look’d down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror crack’d from side to side;

“The curse is come upon me,” cried

       The Lady of Shalott.

Part IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale yellow woods were waning,

The broad stream in his banks complaining,

Heavily the low sky raining

       Over tower’d Camelot;

Down she came and found a boat

Beneath a willow left afloat,

And round about the prow she wrote

       The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse

Like some bold seër in a trance,

Seeing all his own mischance—

With a glassy countenance

       Did she look to Camelot.

And at the closing of the day

She loosed the chain, and down she lay;

The broad stream bore her far away,

       The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white

That loosely flew to left and right—

The leaves upon her falling light—

Thro’ the noises of the night

       She floated down to Camelot:

And as the boat-head wound along

The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her singing her last song,

       The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,

Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,

Till her blood was frozen slowly,

And her eyes were darken’d wholly,

       Turn’d to tower’d Camelot.

For ere she reach’d upon the tide

The first house by the water-side,

Singing in her song she died,

       The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,

By garden-wall and gallery,

A gleaming shape she floated by,

Dead-pale between the houses high,

       Silent into Camelot.

Out upon the wharfs they came,

Knight and burgher, lord and dame,

And round the prow they read her name,

       The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?

And in the lighted palace near

Died the sound of royal cheer;

And they cross’d themselves for fear,

       All the knights at Camelot:

But Lancelot mused a little space;

He said, “She has a lovely face;

God in his mercy lend her grace,

       The Lady of Shalott.”

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