Winter

by Red Deer Sleeping

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Julian Wood
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Julian Wood It is such a gorgeous melody in the finger picking, and words too Favorite track: Trees In Winter.
andreshlimon
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andreshlimon Mog Fry has a great voice, and her setting and selection of poetry is always interesting and well judged. She doesn't overstate anything, which is a wonderful thing.
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PINE TREES Black clouds slowly swaying Over a white earth. HEMLOCKS Coned green shadows Through a falling veil. Elm -TREES Stiff black threads Lacing over silver. CEDARS Layered undulations Roofing naked ground. ALMONDS Flaring needles Stabbing at a grey sky. WEEPING CHERRIES Tossing smoke Swept down by wind. OAKS Twisted beams Cased in alabaster.
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Falling Snow 01:49
The snow whispers around me And my wooden clogs Leave holes behind me in the snow. But no one will pass this way Seeking my footsteps, And when the temple bell rings again They will be covered and gone.
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The Hour 03:34
The sloe was lost in flower, The April elm was dim; That was the lover’s hour, The hour for lies and him. If thorns are all the bower, If North winds freeze the fir, Why, ’tis another’s hour, The hour for truth and her.
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From Winter The small wind whispers through the leafless hedge Most sharp and chill, where the light snowy flakes Rest on each twig and spike of wither'd sedge, Resembling scatter'd feathers;--vainly breaks The pale split sunbeam through the frowning cloud, On Winter's frowns below--from day to day Unmelted still he spreads his hoary shroud, In dithering pride on the pale traveller's way, Who, croodling, hastens from the storm behind Fast gathering deep and black, again to find His cottage-fire and corner's sheltering bounds; Where, haply, such uncomfortable days Make musical the wood-sap's frizzling sounds, And hoarse loud bellows puffing up the blaze
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From A Lady to Her Lover The white snows of Winter Follow the falling of leaves; I have had your portrait cut In snow-white jade.
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From In Memoriam XXX 30 We paused: the winds were in the beech: We heard them sweep the winter land; And in a circle hand-in-hand Sat silent, looking each at each. LIV 54 Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last—far off—at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. Come: not in watches of the night, But where the sunbeam broodeth warm, Come, beauteous in thine after form, And like a finer light in light. LXXXV 85 But Summer on the steaming floods, And Spring that swells the narrow brooks, And Autumn, with a noise of rooks, That gather in the waning woods, XCI 91 When summer's hourly-mellowing change May breathe, with many roses sweet, Upon the thousand waves of wheat, That ripple round the lonely grange; Come: not in watches of the night, But where the sunbeam broodeth warm, Come, beauteous in thine after form, And like a finer light in light. CV 105 Of rising worlds by yonder wood. Long sleeps the summer in the seed; Run out your measured arcs, and lead The closing cycle rich in good. CXV 115 From land to land; and in my breast Spring wakens too; and my regret Becomes an April violet, And buds and blossoms like the rest. Come: not in watches of the night, But where the sunbeam broodeth warm, Come, beauteous in thine after form, And like a finer light in light. Epilogue And rise, O moon, from yonder down, Till over down and over dale All night the shining vapour sail And pass the silent-lighted town,

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A journey through Winter navigated by the music of Red Deer Sleeping set to poetry by Amy Lowell, A.E. Housman, John Clare and Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Mog Fry
Vocals, cuatro, baritone ukulele, banjolele, ukulele, melodica, trumpet and keyboard.

Simon West
Tenor ukulele on Trees In Winter and Snows of Winter.

Sarah Moody
Cello on A Finer Light.

Rachael Dadd
Clarinet on Falling Snow and The Hour.

All music sung, written, recorded and mixed by red deer sleeping.

Mastered by Jon Hunt.

Sleeve designed and printed by eightfivepress on the adana 8 x 5 on recycled card.

Released on The Undergrowth label.

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released January 15, 2020

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Red Deer Sleeping sings elemental nature inspired songs on ukulele and cuatro, based on poems by the imagist poets of the early 20th Century - Amy Lowell, D H Lawrence, T.E. Hulme; Victorian & Romantic poets - A.E. Housman & Christina Rossetti; and Haiku. ... more

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