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Loreena McKennitt-1994-The Mask and Mirror(面具和镜子)192K
专辑名称: The Mask And Mirror(面具和镜子) 艺人: Loreena McKennitt 发行年份: 1994年 资源类型: 192K mp3 试听: 08. Prospero's Speech
Loreena McKennitt(罗莉娜.麦肯尼特)的第五张自己创作的专辑《The Mask And Mirror》(面具和镜子)于1994年发行，动用了众多奇异乐器，有大提琴，风笛，印度鼓和阿拉伯琴，在全世界已销售了几百万张。这张专辑把西班牙、凯尔特和摩洛哥的影响融于一体，其灵感来自于爱尔兰、圣地亚哥-德孔波斯特拉和中东。伴随着十字圣约翰和莎士比亚诗歌的音乐场景是兼收并蓄、内容丰富的原创音乐，包括极富戏剧性的“神秘之梦”和“马拉克西夜市”。Loreena这张专辑的灵感来自15世纪的西班牙，那里的基督教、犹太教、伊斯兰教等宗教文化都因对宗教的虔诚信仰而共存。本专辑表现了多种文化元素，不但有凯尔特音乐元素，还有中东地区的民间音乐元素。《The Bonny Swans（优雅的天鹅）》来源一个古诗歌，Loreena自己谱曲填词，在这之前是作为单曲发行的。 这首长达7分18秒的歌曲描述的是一个古老的爱尔兰传说：“三姐妹走在小河边，妒忌的大姐突然把小妹妹推落到河里，因为小妹妹得到了王子的真爱。小妹妹一路求救，一路漂流……淹死了的小妹妹，变成了一只美丽的金色天鹅，被好心人捞起。刚好一个乐器工匠从那路过，他用天鹅的羽毛和骨头做成了一把美丽的竖琴，弹奏出动人的乐曲。竖琴最终被工匠送到了王宫，恶毒的大姐早已如愿以偿的成为王子的新娘，而竖琴也默默的陪伴着王子……” 美丽忧伤的故事。歌曲旋律相当简单，但编制精美，浓重的爱尔兰风格，Loreena的柔美唱腔以及这动人的传说，将歌曲提升到很高的娱乐与欣赏程度。《The Mystic`s Dream（神秘的梦）》以舞曲打击乐开始，到《Marrakesh Night Market（马拉克什夜市）》、到《Full Circle（完整的圆）》包含中东音乐的情调。《The Dark Night Of The Soul（灵魂的黑夜）》选自15世纪一首美丽动人的诗歌。凯尔特音乐《The Two Trees（两棵树）》以风笛开始，然后进入耶茨的诗歌。
这张专辑充满了柔弱无助与哀怨，真难想象这样的音乐会让人多压抑，但Loreena McKennitt却有能力把握柔弱之后的生机，听这张专辑，好像沉浸在黎明前的那一瞬黑暗中一样，有所期盼……Loreena McKennitt说：这张专辑通过旅行来检讨回荡了几个世纪的问题：“谁是上帝？什么是宗教？什么是灵性？什么东西已经暴露？什么东西还隐藏着？…，什么是面具和什么是镜子？”
专辑曲目：
01. The Mystic's Dream
02. The Bonny Swans
03. The Dark Night Of The Soul
04. Marrakesh Night Market
05. Full Circle
06. Santiago
07. Ce He Mise Le Ulaingt / The Two Trees
08. Prospero's Speech 下载地址:[/hide] 点此进入[hide]
附:部分曲目唱词--
01-The Mystic's Dream | | A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is calling
All for the love of you
A painting hangs on an ivy
Nestled in the emerald moss
The eyes declare a truce of trust
And then it draws me far away
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky
When darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will call me home
And so it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
And now I feel you move
Every breath is full
So it's there my homage's due
Clutched by the still of the night
Even the distance feels so near
All for the love of you.
02-The Bonny Swans | | A farmer there lived in the north country
a hey ho bonny o
And he had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river's brim
a hey ho bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
with a hey ho a bonny o
And I will give you house and land
the swans swim so bonny o
I'll give you neither hand nor glove
with a hey ho a bonny o
Unless you give me your own true love
the swans swim so bonny o
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
with a hey ho and a bonny o
Until she came to a miller's dam
the swans swim so bonny o
The miller's daughter, dressed in red
with a hey ho and a bonny o
She went for some water to make some bread
the swans swim so bonny o
Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan
with a hey ho and a bonny o
It's very like a gentle woman
the swans swim so bonny o
They placed her on the bank to dry
with a hey ho and a bonny o
There came a harper passing by
the swans swim so bonny o
He made harp pins of her fingers fair
with a hey ho and a bonny o
He made harp strings of her golden hair
the swans swim so bonny o
He made a harp of her breast bone
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play alone
the swans swim so bonny o
He brought it to her father's hall
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And there was the court, assembled all
the swans swim so bonny o
He laid the harp upon a stone
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play lone
the swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my father the King
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And yonder sits my mother the Queen
the swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
with a hey ho and a bonny o
And by him William, sweet and true
the swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my false sister, Anne
with a hey ho and a bonny o
Who drowned me for the sake of a man
the swans swim so bonny o
03-The Dark Night of the Soul | | Upon a darkened night
the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest
Shrouded by the night
And by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
while all within lay quiet as the dead
CHORUS
Oh night thou was my guide
of night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other
Upon that misty night
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
than that which burned so deeply in my heart
That fire t'was led me on
and shone more bright than of the midday sun
To where he waited still
it was a place where no one else could come
CHORUS
Within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
beneath the cedars all my love I gave
From o'er the fortress walls
the wind would his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
caressed my every sense it would allow
CHORUS
I lost myself to him
and laid my face upon my lover's breast
And care and grief grew dim
as in the morning's mist became the light
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
there they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
there they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
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04-Marrakesh Night Market | | They're gathered in circles
the lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drumming
keep heartbeats suspended
The smoke swirls up and then it dies
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face of your god
The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scattered
on rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face of your god
The lessons are written
on parchments of paper
They're carried by horse from the river Nile
says the shadowy voice
In the firelight, the cobra
is casting the flame a winsome smile
Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look at each other
or you can look at the face of your god
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05-Full Circle | | Stars were falling deep in the darkness
as prayers rose softly, petals at dawn
And as I listened, your voice seemed so clear
so calmly you were calling your god
Somewhere the sun rose, o'er dunes in the desert
such was the stillness, I ne'er felt before
Was this the question, pulling, pulling, pulling you
in your heart, in your soul, did you find rest there?
Elsewhere a snowfall, the first in the winter
covered the ground as the bells filled the air
You in your robes sang, calling, calling, calling him
in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?
07-Cé Hé Mise Le Ulaingt?(The Two Trees) | | Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody.
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee,
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
08-Prospero's Speech | | And now my charms are all o'erthrown
And what strength I have's mine own
Which is most faint; now t'is true
I must here be released by you
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults
As you from your crimes would pardon'd be
Let your indulgence set me free.
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