#clodagh simonds

[withallthatisleftofmyheart]

Songs for Adar #11: Current 93 and Clodagh Simonds - Idumea

I wholeheartedly believe that Adar would love this song. Just imagine him singing it, alone on a windy clifftop. It's a whole vibe. Also, the lyrics make me think of his journey to the Halls of Mandos.

And am I born to die? To lay this body down! And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown A land of deepest shade Unpierced by human thought The dreary regions of the dead Where all things are forgot Soon as from earth I go What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be! Waked by the trumpet sound I from my grave shall rise And see the Judge with glory crowned And see the flaming skies

[reaedificatoria]

The American mysteries New York City (New York), USA 1983–1984 Rashied Ali (1933–2009), composer Vito Ricci (1947–), composer Glenn Branca (1948–2018), composer Brian Eno (1948–), composer Matthew Maguire (1952–), writer, director Clodagh Simonds (1953–), composer Diller Scofidio (1981–), architect

[thesingingknives]

GO - WHEREVER YOU ARE - WHOEVER YOU ARE - YOU NEVER KNOW A ROAD IF YOU REMAIN YOU NEVER FIND A DOOR AGAIN NO BRIGHT AVENUE GOES FROM MY DOOR TO YOU ONLY THE ROAD OF BONES UNDER SHADE AND OVERGROWN I'M LEAVING EVERYTHING BACK IN THAT CAVE OF MINE I'M LEAVING EVERYTHING THERE

GO BLAZING - GO FLAMING - FOR DAYS FAIL, BUT FIRE WILL BE THE KING OF NIGHT NO BRIGHT AVENUE GOES FROM MY DOOR TO YOU ONLY THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN YOU WAIT BY DAY - YOU WAIT IN VAIN WHEN I HEAR THAT MIDNIGHT TRAIN ROARING AND GLORIOUS I'LL MOVE - I'LL COME ALIVE WHEN I ALIGHT MIDNIGHT I WILL ALIGHT

[thesingingknives]

Listen/download: Cockles and Mussels (Molly Malone) by Matmos/Clodagh Simonds (Fovea Hex)

She died of a fever And no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone But her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

[thesingingknives]

a door's ajar - there's where you are floating in a bar of light waiting so quiet nobody knows - but I know you.... you'll wait for me, wait till I turn around  before you move towards before you glide all the way home.... home - where there's no spectator home - where the fires have been burning all along your home - refuge of warmth and of clemency lay down your camera, oh cast it away for a world in a fire is a fire in this world and the overdue and the left unsaid and the still undone become a film in a flame, then a glaze.... and then history

[bandcampotheque]

Listen/purchase: The Salt Garden 3 by Fovea Hex

[kinlochhold]

[kinlochhold]