“White Canvas” is one of my favourite tracks on a-ha’s Lifelines album. It can be listened tohere, but, unfortunately, doesn’t have a music video. But here are two of their
videos – the title track from Lifelines,
as well as that of their album HuntingHigh and Low. The last one seems especially fitting after all theTellerassar legends.
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Monday, February 11, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Of Love and Death Most Sweet
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| Panthea |
The song “Ah, alas you salt sea gods”
(also called “Panthea’s Lament”) was
written by Richard Farrant (1530-1580). The version of the song I know is that
of the Rose Consort of Viols, sung by Catherine King. Naxos has a wonderful CD
called Elizabethan Songs and ConsortMusic*. It also contains William Byrd’s masterful and heartbreaking song
“Ye sacred muses”.
“Ah, alas you salt sea gods” is a dramatic song and John Bryan notes:
“[m]any of these dramatic songs take the form of elegies or ‘death songs’,
either evoking death as a relief … or railing against the fate like Panthea…” (NaxosCD booklet, page 2).
The song is the lament of Panthea at the death of her husband who was
slain in battle. After the battle she finds him on the battlefield near a river
in the golden armour she had given to him just before the battle. Cradling his
mutilated body in her lap, she cries and laments at his death. The complete
story of Panthea and Abradad can be read over here. Below is a recording of the
song, with the lyrics underneath.
Ah, alas, you salt sea gods!**
Ah, alas, you salt sea gods!
Bow down your ears divine.
Lend ladies here warm water springs
To moist their crystal eyne,
That they may weep and wail
And wring their hands with me
For death of lord and husband mine:
Alas, lo, this is he!
You gods that guide the ghosts
And souls of them that fled,
Send sobs, send sighs, send grievous groans,
And strike poor Panthea dead.
Abradad, ah, alas poor Abradad!
My sprite with thine shall lie.
Come death, alas, O death most sweet,
For now I crave to die.
* Catalogue: DDD 8.554284
** These lyrics can also be found in the Naxos CD booklet or
the Choral Wiki webpage.
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