Aberjaber – “Taith Madog” (Madog’s Journey”

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   Today I have an interesting piece for you from the Anglo-Welsh group Aberjaber, one of whose members was Delyth Evans (currently Jenkins), the harpist whose solo music I’ve also shared quite a lot with you on here. This piece, as you can see in the title, is called Madog’s Journey in English, and I don’t know that for sure, but it feels quite safe to assume that the Madog is the Welsh prince Madog ab Owain Gwynedd, who is said to have sailed to the Americas some three hundred years before Columbus.

Enya – “Athair Ar Neamh” (Father in Heaven).

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   Today I’d like to share with you another song by Enya, one that really resonates with me, mostly because of how it sounds. It’s just so extremely beautiful. It’s inn Irish Gaelic, and the English translation, which I’ve taken from the Enya Blues website but which I believe come from the album notes or something like that, is below: 

 

Father in Heaven, God help us.

Father in Heaven, God help me.

My soul, my heart, my voice

praise to you, oh God.
Long is the day, and peaceful,

long is the night without gloom,

happiness, joy, love,

praise to you, oh God.
I praise you from day to day.

I praise you night after night.
Father in Heaven, God help us.

Father in Heaven, God help me.

The moon, the sun, the wind,
praise be to you, oh God.

 

Sinéad O’Connor – “He Moved Through The Fair”.

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As much as I don’t really care too much for Sinéad O’Connor as an individual, and don’t even like all of her music, I really do like some of her songs a lot, and especially many of her renditions of Irish folk songs are absolutely great. I really like this one, too. I’ve already shared it in two versions, a harp instrumental by

Carol Thompson

and a capella by the stunning

Anne Briggs,

so this is yet another one, and totally different from the both previous ones, also in that it’s actually from a female perspective which I also really like.

Slobodan Pilic – “Pavane Pour une Infante Defunte” (Pavane for a Dead Princess).

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   For today, I picked a classical piece for you, more exactly its harp arrangement. Pavane for a Dead Princess was composed by Maurice Ravel and dedicated to his patron – Princess de Polignac. – Despite its title though, I’ve read that its not really a tribute for any “dead princess” in particular, rather, it was simply born out of Ravel’s interest in Spanish customs and traditions, and he simplly titled it this because he liked the sound of it. That’s a great reason, in my opinion. I like things that just sound good, even if they don’t make a whole lot of sense when it comes to meaning. I don’t have a clue who Slobodan Pilic is though, other than he clearly must be harpist, and probably is one of those folks who have some exclusive contracts with Spotify or however that works, because his music only seems to be available there. Perhaps he’s also one of the artists like those whose music is produced by the Swedish Epidemic Sound label, whose music is royalty-free and apparently Spotify used to promote that a lot more than anything else and people got indignant that these artists must be “fake” because there’s no information that can be found about their existence under the names they use on Spotify. I believe Slobodan Pilic is not from Epidemic Sound but it could be some similar thing perhaps. But that isn’t really relevant, I think this piece sounds great on the harp. 

Simone Tang – “Shame”.

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   Let’s listen to some Scandipop today. But, for a change, it will be neither Swedish, nor Norwegian, but Danish. I rarely share any Danish music on here, which is simply because I don’t really listen to it all that regularly. Whenever I do, I think I should start doing it more often and go down the rabbit hole a little bit, because I do have really good experiences when I do it ,but somehow it has never become a regular thing. 😀 Anyways, this is a singer that I’ve recently heard about, and because she cites Emilie Nicolas as one of her favourite artists and influences, I thought I had to give her music a listen, because I really love Emilie Nicolas and I was very curious if I’ll end up feeling similarly strongly about Simone Tang as well. And, well, while of course she’s definitely doing her own thing, the influence can be heard quite clearly imo. I really like this song of hers, this was her debut single. 

Simon Smiles ft. Emelie Tängemark – “Hiding”.

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   Today I have an electronic song for you which I’ve known thanks to Spotify for a couple years now and I still really like it. It’s the result of collaboration between the Swedish musician Simon Smiles, and the vocalist Emelie Tängemark. 

Bukkene Bruse – “Folketone Fra Sunnmøre” (Folk Tune From Sunnmøre).

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Today I want to share with you this very melancholic and nostalgic-sounding folk tune from Norway. Sunnmøre, where it comes from, is a district in Norway. I’ve known this piece for many years now, thanks to Last.fm, and I still love it very much. Bukkene Bruse are a Norwegian folk group that have been around since the 80’s, their name comes from “Tre Bukkene Bruse” the Norwegian title of the fairytale “The Three Billy Goats Gruff”.

Cornelis Vreeswijk – “Till Linnea Via Leonard Cohen” (For Linnea Via Leonard Cohen).

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Today I thought that I’d share with you one of the songs that Cornelis Vreeswijk wrote to a woman called Linnea. All these Linnea songs are more or less erotically charged, and I always liked to think that this Linnea is at least based on his second wife – the actress Bim Warne – whose actual name was Birgitta Gunvor Linnea, and because I’ve always got the impression that, despite all the usual relationship storminess that was pretty much the norm in his life, his relationship with Bim was best out of his three wives. Besides, the album “Linneas Fina Visor” (Linnea’s Fine Songs) on which most if not all (can’t remember exactly) of the Linnea songs were released, came out when they were still a couple. And I still don’t know whether that is actually the case, but years later I read something that implied quite strongly that it’s possible. Especially that he based a lot of his characters on real life people. There’s also another version of this song called Till Gunnel. Honestly though, I’ve always been intrigued by what’s Leonard Cohen got to do with this, and I can only assume that, since Vreeswijk borrowed a lot of songs or melodies or motives etc. from other artists who wrote and/or sang in other languages, that includes “Nancy” by Cohen, so perhaps in some way it’s also the case with this one, perhaps it’s based on some song that was originally Leonard Cohen’s or something like that. But because I don’t really have much of an idea about Leonard Cohen’s music, I’ve no idea if this is true.

I thought I wouldn’t be able to write a translation for this, but I did it, and it wasn’t even all that difficult, though I did have several issues witt it. There’s one line that I absolutely cannot make out what it’s supposed to mean so I had no better option than to leave it out. In some places I feel like my English wording is a little off but I had no better ideas. Then there is the line that I translated as “Of my mother’s only son” but have a problem with the “of” because there’s actually the Swedish word “på” used in the original, which is typically translated as on, but it doesn’t really make sense to me. I of course know that prepositions work very differently from one language to another, but even in Swedish I feel like the word “av”, which would literally translate as “of” to English, would make much more sense here. So either my Swedish is a lot less advanced than I think (not that I think it’s actually, properly Advanced, but you don’t have to be extremely advanced to understand prepositions in a language I believe 😀 ), or I don’t understand the sense of this line, or perhaps “på” can be used instead of “av” in some more poetic contexts like here.

Another line I had ann issue with was about the pen that floats, where I left out a word because I had no idea what to do with it. The original word is “värdig” and it literally means worthy. Can a pen be worthy? Perhaps it’s supposed to mean something like that that it’s dear to him in a way, or deserving of appreciation, because it’s the pen with which he writes songs for Linnea and no other pen would suit this? That’s what came to my mind, but I doubt that it’s actually true. Perhaps in this case “värdig” is meant to be an adverb, but then it should be “värdigt”. You can have adverbs that look like their adjective counterparts in Norwegian, but I don’t think I’ve seen it in Swedish (well, unless an adjective ends with a “t” but that’s irrelevant here). So what is most likely imo is that the word “värdig” must have a wider scope than what I’m aware of.

Here’s the translation:

 

Linnea, what do you want to hear?

I forget it every time

I have something in my ear

That maybe can become a song

It quivers in the guitar

It asks for a beautiful grasp

Now I open the case

And kiss your lower lip

Sit still and quiet, Linnea

Here comes a beautiful verse

(…)

Chases me here and there

A crumhorn and two timbals

Disappear far away

The guitar shivers in the arms

Of [?] my mother’s only son

An Eskimo opens a window

Then the whole room becomes cool

Out flow seductive vapours

That rhyme was ingenious

You know I can keep the heat

I guess you know that I know it

I am as hot as Saturn, at least

And strong as a magnet

Now this song is soon over

You notice it already yourself

My pen floats forward (…)

Like the timber in some river

Sit still and quiet and wait

Remain in your picture frame

Because when I am done writing, Linnea

The pen is as good as lame [?]

Now all the stars become matt

And stiffen like tinfoil

On the deserts dry and flat

Watering holes spring up

Darkness gives way to the night

And it is not day yet

Linnea, here is your song

Linnea, and here am I

Mared – “Yno Yn Barod” (Already There).

And for today, I’d like to share with you this really captivating song from Mared Williams, whose music I’ve already shared many times before on here, both as a soloist as well as the vocalist for Y Trŵbz. I really like her expressiveness in this song. 

Song of the day (6th January) – Silver “Jag Drömmer” (I Dream).

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I thought I’d share this nice, kind of idealistic-sounding, Swedish song with you. Silver are Ellen Vingren and Jenny Wahlström, who are also parts of other music projects, at least Ellen is for sure, I’m not 100% sure about Jenny. They’re also both Christian and perform Christian music as well. The lyrics to this are really easy so I was able to translate them for you:

 

I dream about loving myself

I dream about being genuine and for real

I dream about daring to feel

About being artistically sharp and free

And that the feeling survives the storm

That silver turns out to be gold

It looks like it could be so

But it feels difficult to reach just yet

Maybe I dream too little

I dream that the sail will be hoisted

That the last word in this has not yet been said

And that the ship survives the storm

That silver turns out to be gold

It looks like it could be so

But it feels difficult to reach just yet

Maybe I dream too little

You know what, you know what, you, I hear them everywhere

The tones that they stole we’ll get back thousandfold

You know what, you know what, you, I hear them everywhere

We shall get everything back

Those who lost themselves but have been found

Silver turns out to be gold

The ship survives the storm

Silver turns out to be gold

Nadja Birkenstock – “Il Est Ne Le Divin Enfant” (He Is Born, The Divine Child).

Hey people! 🙂 

   Epiphany is coming tomorrow, so it’s still Christmas time, and I decided to share with you this joyful French Christmas carol, played by the German Celtic harpist. 

Susan Scott “Clair De Lune”.

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   Today, let’s listen to this very famous and beautiful piece by Claude Debussy, played by Celtic harpist Susan Scott. I really like this composition, and I think it sounds especially good on the harp, harp is a great instrument for playing music about the moon, imo. 

 

Aine Minogue – “The Selkie” & Cecile Corbel – “The Great Selkie”.

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I think I’ve shared that on my blog already that one of my favourite folk creatures are selkies. So today I thought I’d share with you two songs about them, which are practically variations of one song, both vastly differing arrangements. Both Aine Minogue’s and Cecile Corbel’s music has already been featured on my blog. They’re both harpists. Aine was born in country Tipperary in Ireland but currently resides in the Boston area, whereas Cecile is from Brittany.

Usually when I share two versions of the same or almost the same song it’s because I can’t choose between them, but here, I can say with no hesitation that Aine’s version speaks to me much more. Still, I really like Cecile’s version too, and I think it sounds very interesting, and even more so when you compare the two.

Aine Minogue:

Cecile Corbel:

How I think other people would describe me.

I thought I’d do some journaling prompt-based post, and I chose the following prompt from Hannah Braime’s The Year Of You:

How do you think other people would describe you if asked?

Before I get into the actual topic, I’d like to brag about the fact that last week I got my MacBook Air, and that’s what I’m writing to you from currently, and this is my first post from it. I wrote in one of the recent coffee shares that I’d been thinking about getting one, but planned it for some more or less distant future. Well, to keep it short, let’s just say that all sorts of different circumstances contributed to me making the purchase a lot earlier than I thought. Now, in the space of… wait a minute, how long have I had my iPhone for?… not even two years… so, in the space of less than two years I’ve acquired a total of THREE Apple products!… :O Me! 😀 Who would have thought… But, as you can surely imagine, I’m still learning and still mostly relying on my Windows computer. I’m not rushing with it really. A lot of things in the Mac world still feel super weird or totally mysterious to me. I don’t know what the end result will be and I also have to take into account the possibility that I end up not getting used to it quite as well as I hope I will and will not be able to rely on it as my primary computer, I know a handful of blind people for whom it hasn’t really worked out that well, and that was the main reason why I originally planned to wait with the purchase. But I’m going to give myself even as much as half a year to see how I get into it. I’ll let you know if I can finish this post successfully from here or if I’ll switch to Windows midway. Now, let’s get to the oh so self-centred topic of this post.

I wrote on the same prompt in my personal diary a couple months ago and said there that I think it’s quite interesting that it seems that various people would probably describe me in ways that would differ from each other quite a lot. I know (well, at least to some degree) what the reasons behind that are, but I can’t help wondering if part of it could perhaps be due to me being somehow two-faced or just not genuine at all. I think it’s really hard to say as there are many aspects involved in this. Before I thought about  writing a post on this, I decided to actually talk to my Mum about it, mostly because, despite she is one of the people I’m closest with, if not *the* closest to me, I had trouble thinking of the things she could say to describe me, so I thought I’d simply ask her about it and, quite as I expected, received a full report in response that didn’t include only my Mum’s own view of me but also she mentioned that she thought I would probably get a different description of myself depending on whom I’d ask. 😀

Mostly though, I think someone who doesn’t know me very well would usually describe me as shy, quiet (I absolutely hate when someone calls me “quiet”, you should spend a freaking minute in my brain if you think I am 😀 ). Many of those people seem to think I’m not particularly smart and rather plain and uninteresting and don’t really have an idea about much of anything because I don’t have a lot to say, or that I’m very apathetic because I don’t seem to react to anything very much and don’t seem to have any deeper feelings. When I sometimes do spontaneously and usually more or less accidentally reveal something about myself to them that they don’t know, or if someone else does, they’re usually quite shocked.

Then there are also people who don’t know me well who think I am very outgoing, talkative, eloquent, smart and humourous, ‘Ive even heard  stuff like charismatic. That’s usually when such an individual met me one-on-one which situation I often find easier to interact with people in, plus probably in a setting that I was comfortable with, like, dunno, talking about Misha, and when I’m generally doing quite well socially, which sometimes seems to be rather random I guess. We’ve had quite a handful of such situations where I’d talk with someone and then later they’d be raving about me to someone in my family how delightfully outgoing I am and my family would be like: “What?!” 😀 Or such person would then see me in a different situation, where there are perhaps more people or which is more challenging socially for me for some reason, and they’d see the version of me that I mentioned earlier, and they’d be like: “Ohhh, what’s wrong with Bibiel?” Unfortunately I can’t always control that. Like, as some of you might remember, I had an autism evaluation some three years ago. That was the second one I had in my life, because I had one earlier at school as a kid, but back then the circumstances were rather yucky, I wasn’t really informed about things properly and I really didn’t want having that diagnosis so I did all I could to avoid being classified as autistic, whereas that second time I was open to it being a possibility and thought that if it was indeed the case, having a diagnosis could help me a bit, if only with explaining some things to people, and my Mum was pretty much sure that I actually must be autistic. Except when I came to that evaluating place, my “delightfully outgoing” persona kicked in, despite I was actually feeling terribly anxious, and they decided that I am most definitely not autistic at all. 😀 While I decided to keep it that way, because I figured they’re the experts so they should know, after all, if I really had it, they should be able to tell it anyway I guess, and I wouldn’t want to go through yet another evaluation, we sometimes wonder if they’d say the same thing if they could see me in some real life situations.

Then there are peeps who simply think I am an icy, indifferent person, and I guess they tend to get the impression  I’m very nerdy or something., or that’s what I’ve been told When I was a teen I’ve heard that some people are intimidated by my iciness/unfeeling-ness, which idea I actually liked, haha, though that totally wasn’t the reason why I acted this way. I now try to do that less, more for my own sake than other people’s, but around people I feel very insecure around it is really difficult not to, after getting my brain used to handling situations this way.

But let’s talk about people who actually know me somewhat more, that is my family.

My Dad, I’m actually very curious how he would describe me if someone asked him, but I wouldn’t ask him that myself as he’s not the type of person my Mum is and would surely find something like this difficult and pressuring rather than fun. But I think he would say something like that I’m funny, know a lot of weird things, like where random people’s surnames might come from (for some reason he often asks me that sort of thing like when he hears some weird surname on the TV he’ll ask me where it comes from, and I will often not know because I feel a lot more competent when it comes to given names’ etymology rather than surnames,  but sometimes I do know or can at least try to guess something and he finds that interesting and always wants to know how I know that sort of thing). He’d probably also say that I’m weird, but not because I am actually weird, rather because there’s a lot of things that my Dad considers weird or downright crazy. For example, extensive use of one’s imagination without an actual need for it like creating something practically useful, or talking to yourself (that’s mental, after all), or talking to a cat as if he were a human, or saying that you’re “reading” a book, even though you’re listening to it. Actually, his phrase for this kind of weirdness is that someone “has films”, which is odd, because in real Polish language “to have films” means to have hallucinations, after drugs usually, but for my Dad it means to have weird, unreasonable behaviours. My Mum constantly “has films” too. Because my Dad is the kind of person for whom something is usually only real when it’s visible, he would also probably say something like that I lead a VERY BORING life, because I have no real, important job, and the one that I do have is only because he graciously agreed to provide it for me despite it wasn’t necessary for him. Furthermore, I never go out, except in absolutely essential situations, I have no real life friends and spend most of my time doing things that he considers meaningless and mundane, like writing some freaking blog posts, when he doesn’t even know wth exactly a blog post is, and I’m not even making any money on it like all them influencers that Sofi follows do online. He thinks the same about my Mum’s life, though of course for different reasons, but he fails to recognise that what makes our lives truly fascinating for ourselves is our inner lives. He’d likely also say that I’m a good listener, because I try to be that for him, even though he’s one of the more difficult people to listen to for longer periods of time, because he finds it hard to put his thoughts into words. But I’ve always got a feeling that there are a lot of things that he’d like to talk about to someone, particularly about his past, to share his memories and stuff like that, but in our family no one seems very interested in that. Neither do I find it extremely interesting, but I believe everyone should have an opportunity to share such things if they feel such a need, so I do try to show a genuine interest in what he has to say, most of the time anyway, and I’ve spent countless hours listening to the stories of his rather colourless, childhood and teenage years, his time in the army (which I actually think must have been rather traumatising for him) and the times when he worked at waterworks (or at least I hope that’s the English word, I don’t have a handy translator app on here yet as I do on the PC), which he now looks back at very fondly and probably idealises that time a whole lot simply because it happened when he was young, and he now has a much better life situation, at least from an outsider perspective.

Like I said, I had a problem coming up what my Mum would say, so I asked her, and she said that I am “of above average intelligence”, which I could actually have predicted because that’s what she always says, even though I’ve never had any kind of IQ test done (it seems to be quite tricky with blind people). She said that it’s very interesting to talk to me because I seem to know something about almost everything and have a lot of interesting ideas. We both do, actually. We could start a business selling our ideas to people, lol. She thinks I have a very extensive vocabulary and am a good storyteller, which actually surprised me because while I certainly do have a large vocabulary and can go on and on and on about things I really love,I  never thought I was actually a good storyteller when speaking. She also said that I am a good listener and have a good sense of humor and that she doesn’t understand why I don’t reveal these qualities of mine to people more and wondered if it is because I feel superior towards people. I really don’t understand it when people interpret things this way, when someone is introverted/shy/socially phobic/whatever else similar people will instantly assume that you must consider yourself superior. It used to really distress me because it just couldn’t be further from the truth. She thinks I could achieve a lot in life, but to do that I’d have to do people, and I can’t do people so my chances are greatly diminished. I Donn’t really know if that’s true, that I could achieve something big sometimes I think so too, other times absolutely not, but regardless, I think it’s the case with a lot of people who could otherwise achieve a lot of great things in their lives if not something that is getting in the way because the world doesn’t work like they do. As for myself, I don’t even know what so great that could be that I could achieve, people or no people, which probably complicates things even more. And let’s not forget that I also cannot do math. 😀 She also thinks that I’m difficult to get along with, which is absolutely true, and that I am a hopeless case of a pessimist, which, imho, is not. I certainly am a pessimist and one who is very proud of it because positivity is awfully overrated, but my pessimism is not hopeless, it’s just defensive. I don’t like the kind of pessimism that makes people grumpy and always discontented with everything. I do my best to enjoy life and all that it gives me, while being a pessimist at the same time. It’s like, optimists see the glass half full, pessimists see it half empty, and Bibiels expect to be dealt an empty glass, and then when they get half a glass, Bibiels go “Yayyyy! There’s actually water in it!” 😀

I don’t really know what Olek would say about me because as it is, we hardly talk. Sometimes though, when we’re the only people who happen to eat dinner at the same time or something like that, he’ll talk to me about stuff that’s going on for him and, unlike with my Dad, I am genuinely interested and don’t have to make it seem so, so I do hope he considers me a good listener. I often think that he must think I’m extremely weird and that he generally doesn’t really like me but I have no actual evidence for that. He seems to think that I’m something like a grammar guru because he often asks me if something’s grammatically correct or something like that. And I’m pretty sure he also likes my sense of humour.

Sofi thinks I’m different than most of my peers, that I’m crazy, in a positive way, because we do a lot of crazy stuff together, that I often make her laugh, that I’m kind of childish, that I’m medieval because I’d rather people send me things via email than Snapchat (I don’t even have such a thing as Snapchat in case you’re wondering), and because I listen to “ancient” music and don’t know what her slangy words mean unless they’re from English, but even then I sometimes don’t because kids here sometimes use English words differently than what they actually mean in English. She also thinks that I should get some treatment because of the amount of languages I want to learn, but I’m not sure if she’d mention that if she had to describe me.

My poor, Fillyjonk grandma would probably say that I’m a poor, blind girl… and I’m not really sure what else she’d say, and if she would be able to specify why exactly I am poor, but that’s the adjective she often uses in reference to me. Perhaps she’d also say that I used to sing as a little child, but now I no longer do at all, because that’s where she seems to be stuck at a lot of the time. My grandma is a perfectly clear-minded, educated woman, but she just can’t seems to get past some ideas she has about me and I find any communication with her extremely difficult for that reason so I can’t even challenge that somehow. My Mum tried too, because for her it’s more of a problem than for me. Then again, I myself am not hugely motivated to change her view, it’s not like I live with her and like what she thinks matters hugely.

My grandad would probably say that, well, I’m an X-ray, that’s how he often jokingly calls me because he thinks I have a good people instinct. He often says that I am “like him” so he’d probably say that too. He’d more than likely say that I am smart, because this is something he values in people. He wouldn’t say one even slightly negative thing about me because he never does, I don’t think he’d say anything critical to me or about me even if I decided I want to kill someone, so it’s great that he’s my grandad, rather than my father and that it wasn’t him who brought me up. Other than that, I don’t really know. I have a really strong bond with him and he has always stood by me even when no one else has, and we understand each other really well, but actually a lot of time we’ve spent together has been mostly in silence, because we seem to get along best this way, so I don’t really know what he’d say.

And my gran would probably say something like that I am not like all the other blind people she’s heard of because I don’t travel by bus on my own and don’t do music.

So yeah, I think that’s it. In case you’re curious, yes I’m still on the Mac, yay for me! That’s the power of defensive pessimism for you: I thought I’d maybe do two paragraphs and then get frustrated and won’t know how to do something and switch to the PC, that it’ll be good if I’ll even manage to find my way on the rather chaotic WordPress website with the weird VoiceOver navigation so that I can at least  start writing, but I’ve made it with barely any problems at all.

Okay, now over to you: how do you think people would describe you?? Be it people from your family or any other people? Is it consistent with how you see yourself? 🙂

Cezinando – “Håper Du Har Plass” (Hope You Have Space” & ISÁK “Sávan Dus Lea Sadji”.

Hiya people! 🙂

I’ve been familiar for years with the song I want to share with you today, and I’d known it’s a cover of something, but had no idea of what. You may recognise ISÁK if you’ve been reading my blog from the early days because I shared one song of hers – “Face The Truth” – back then. She’s still one of my favourite Sami pop artists, and Sávan Dus Lea Sadji was one of her earlier songs as far as I can recall.

So recently I was listening to some Norwegian music on Spotify and heard “Håper Du Har Plass” by Cezinando that sounded oddly familiar and for a while I couldn’t quite recall what it reminded me of, but eventually figured it out that it sounds just like the ISÁK song, except it was obviously in Norwegian rather than Sámi, and indeed, that is the song which ISÁK covered. Now I like both versions a lot.

Cezinando is Kristoffer Cezinando Karlsen, he is a rapper, singer and songwriter who’s music has been highly acclaimed in Norway, and he lives in Oslo and is of both Norwegian as well as Portuguese descent.

 

ISÁK is actually a band, but I believe its founder and frontwoman- Ella Marie Hætta Isaksen- also uses it as her own artist name. She won a Norwegian song competition Stjernekamp in 2018, and I believe she is now more recogniseable in the mainstreamy world (or at least the more mainstreamy Norwegian world) due to her collabing with Alan Walker.

I managed to do a translation of the Cezinando version, which I’ll share below. This time, since he’s from Oslo, it’s not nynorsk 😌 ) but some bits were still challenging for me for various reasons. Sometimes I knew what something meant in Norwegian but found it difficult to find the right English words that would work in something as concise as lyrics but also convey the sense as well as I’d like. Some bits I could understand literally but wasn’t sure what exactly they’re supposed to mean or whether they’re idioms or whether I was in fact understanding something wrong, to the point that in a few places it seemed rather nonsensical like that line with the cellar. :O

There’s nothing that interests me anymore

Or feel like a genuine feeling

And it has just started to pour down

So I hope you have space

I hope you have space for me, again

Could be just a matress that can lie in the toilet as far as I am concerned

I hope I get a pass into your palace

I can keep calm and sneak around as if I was walking on glass

I hope there is space somewhere inside the heart that you’ve inherited from your mother and me

I hope you have space, I hope you have space

I come all alone and with no pass

You can tell me when I need to pay attention and put me in my place if you find a window for me

Oh, catch me when I fall or lose myself, and the last flame or spark

I will let you cry yourself out for a life with me on my cost if you find a window for me

I’m coming back home

[…] was home again

I cannot go to her again

It is my fault that it has ended

So she has things that boil down in the cellar that burnt the home [???]

And I have things in the closet and in the folder [?]

I let it ring two times before I hung up so you can call me back up, and I will see your name on the screen – with a picture – of you

I hope you have space, I hope you have space

You can tell me when I need to pay attention and put me in my place if you find a window for me

Oh, catch me when I fall or lose myself and the last flame or spark

I will let you cry yourself out for a life with me on my cost if you find a window for me

I come all alone and with no pass

I have slept out before

Then I was closer to the real me

The one far from the perfect, little defective me

I thought it was Jesus when you woke me up, but I’m easily fooled

The whole life and the whole world has been on me

So I gave up trying to make them understand me

I can make dinner, its the same for me

What about frozen hash?

I hope you have space, I hope you have space

I come all alone and with no pass

You can tell me when I need to pay attention and put me in my place if you find a window for me

Oh, catch me when I fall or lose myself and the last flame or spark

I will let you cry yourself out for a life with me on my cost if you find a window for me

There’s nothing that interests me anymore

Or feel like a genuine feeling

And it has just started to pour down

So I hope you have space

I hope you have space for me

Again, again, again, again

Every time I’ve wanted to come back home to you

I wasn’t expecting to be able to find a translation of ISÁK’s version, but, surprisingly, I did, and as far as I can tell as a practical non-Sámi speaker (yet) it seems fairly decent. You can find it

here.

My nature has changed, crushed

And it feels no more

It is fitting that it has began to rain again now

I hope you have

Hope you have

Space for me

I don’t ask for much

I could even

Go sleep on the floor

Then I wish that I could

Get away from this pain because

Nothing feels okay

I wish you have space somewhere

In your heart that you got from your mother and me

I hope you have space

Space for me

I am all alone now

Nothing matters

I promise to obey and be good

If you would let me in

Oh, save me when I hurry

Or lose myself

When the last lights have died out

You can cry in my arms

Give me the burden

If you would let me in

I return home again now

Most unfair in the world

How they don’t find peace anymore

When they know who is guilty

And then look for ways that

Must kill the sorrow

But my ownership is in their house

Because of that I don’t have strength to quit

Knocking their door

Even though each wound shouts not to tease

I need you

I hope you have

Space for me

I am all alone now

Nothing matters

I promise to obey and be good

If you would let me in

Oh, save me when I hurry

Or lose myself

When the last lights have died out

You can cry in my arms

Give me the burden

If you would let me in

I hope you have

Space for me

I am all alone now

Nothing matters

I promise to obey and be good

If you would let me in

Oh, save me when I hurry

Or lose myself

When the last lights have died out

You can cry in my arms

Give me the burden

If you would let me in

I hope you have

Space for me

I am all alone now

Nothing matters

I promise to obey and be good

If you would let me in

Oh, save me when I hurry

Or lose myself

When the last lights have died out

You can cry in my arms

Give me the burden

If you would let me in

Cezinando:

ISÁK:

Árstíðir ft. Anneke van Giersbergen “Heyr Himna Smiður” (Hear, Smith of the Heavens) & Ellen Kristjánsdóttir – “Heyr Himna Smiður”.

Hey people! 🙂

For today, I have a medieval hymn for you. It was written by the Icelandic poet and chieftain

Kolbeinn Tumason, and the music to this poem was written in modern times, by

Þorkell Sigurbjörnsson. I found that very interesting when I learned about it because, while I’m no expert at such things, to me, this melody sounds so very authentically medieval! :O And it’s this hymn’s melody and harmony that I love it for. I’ve heard many versions of it at this point, and it seems like it’s quite difficult to make it sound bad, because I ended up liking most of the interpretations I’ve come across. So much that even for this post I wasn’t able to pick just one, but these are the first two that I heard and I have more of a connection to them. It seems to be sung especially during funerals, which makes it a second funeral hymn that I really love (the other one is in Finnish), which perhaps says something about me 😀 although I don’t really see what in it makes it more suitable for funerals than any other occasion.

Apparently this hymn went viral on YouTube a couple years ago thanks to Árstíðir, but I myself first heard it (also in Árstíðir’s interpretation together with Anneke van Giersbergen singing the main melodic line, thanks to Last.fm and instantly fell in love. And then later on Spotify introduced me to

Ellen Kristjánsdóttir’s version and I just can’t pick which one I like more. And so, despite there are many great, choral arrangements that perhaps are more suitable for a hymn in a way, I’m sharing these two with you that I’d say are more on the folky side, because I love them most.

Árstíðir are an indie folk trio with classical influences, and their name means seasons. Together with them we can hear Anneke van Giersbergen from the Netherlands, whom I am familiar with back from my Gothic phase and who is generally most recogniseable as a former member of The Gathering. As for Ellen Kristjánsdóttir, this is the only song by her that I know and I don’t really know much about her either, but I do know that she was actually born in America and only moved to Iceland a few years later.

Below is an English poetic translation by an anonymous author:

 

Hear, smith of the heavens,

what the poet asks.

May softly come unto me

thy mercy.

So I call on thee,

for thou hast created me.

I am thy slave,

thou art my Lord.

God, I call on thee

to heal me.

Remember me, mild one,

most we need thee.

Drive out, O king of suns,

generous and great,

human every sorrow

from the city of the heart.

Watch over me, mild one,

most we need thee,

truly every moment

in the world of men.

Send us, son of the virgin,

good causes,

all aid is from thee,

in my heart.

Árstíðir ft. Anneke van Giersbergen:

 

Ellen Kristjánsdóttir:

The happy new year post, plus the new My Inner Mishmash playlist.

As this current year is about to vanish into the past very soon, I wish all of you, my lovely readers, a very happy new year. Not necessarily happy as in that you should actually be super happy all the time, as that’s hardly realistic, but hopefully happier than this past year, and simply filled with moments, events and things that you’ll appreciate and enjoy. May you learn a lot of new things this coming year and make loads of fascinating discoveries. This is what my Mum and me always wish each other for new year, because it’s such a fab feeling when you discover something absolutely fascinating and possibly even life-changing in a good way. May it also give you plenty of opportunities for development in areas in which you need it, and maybe even in some in which you don’t yet know that you need to develop. 🙂 I hope it’ll be an interesting year for you, but also peaceful at the same time, as peaceful as it can be in our current external circumstances, pandemic and all. If you’re making some resolutions, or perhaps goals or anything like that, I am hopeful that you’ll be able to stick to them. And also, I wish you a lovely New Year’s Eve, regardless how you’re spending it, and a fabulous New Year, because apparently what your New Year is like says what the entire year will be like for you. 😀

Misha is wishing all the pets and peeps alike, as well as himself, some exciting adventures this coming year.

On my blog, New Year’s Eve is also the time for officially sharing my playlist with songs that have been featured in my song of the day series in the past year. So the playlist for this year is now ready and you can see it below. Also if you want to see the previous playlists, you can go to my

Blog Playlists page.

Silja Sol – “Stemning” (Mood).

Hey people! 🙂

Today I’d like to share with you another song in nynorsk this month, this time from a young pop singer from Bergen called Silja Sol Dyngeland, or simply Silja Sol which is her stage name currently. Silja grew up in a musical family and thus was surrounded by music from the start and learned to play various instruments from an early age, and then as a teenager she also started writing her own lyrics. I read that when the singer AURORA was looking for members of her accompanying band, Silja was asked if she could suggest someone who could play the keyboard, and she offered that she could join in, which I think was quite a brave and self-confident decision given that, of all the instruments she’d learned to play, she didn’t know how to play the keyboard, though she did play the piano already. Apart from that, Silja also does backing vocals for AURORA.

Like I said, this song is in nynorsk, but, unfortunately, unlike with the last song in nynorsk that I shared on here, by Sigrid Moldestad, for this one I wasn’t really able to make a translation at all. I can’t seem to make sense of too many words in here and, as a result, I’m not sure I fully get it as a whole. But I just think this song is really nice even without understanding the entire lyrics.

Sild – “Annwyl Karjane” (Dear Shepherd).

Hey people! 🙂

If I asked you to name one thing that Wales and Estonia have in common (aside from the obvious stuff like that they’re both European countries) how many things would you be able to come up with? For me, Sild is the only thing I can think of right away. Sild is a music duo which combines music from both these countries. Its members are multi-instrumentalists and singers Martin Leamon from Gower in Wales who plays guitar and bouzouki, and Sille Ilves from Estonia who plays fiddle, as well as the very intriguing talharpa (a four-stringed bowed lyre, which has arrived to Estonia through Sweden and seems to be particularly popular with Estonian Swedes) and I believe some other instruments too. I really like how these two cultures blend so well and interestingly together in their music and I like how the titles of their tunes are often a mix of the two languages. That’s also the case with this one. Annwyl means dear in Welsh, and karjane means shepherd in Estonian. This creativity with which they combine the influences from both countries’ folk music makes their name feel very adequate, as sild means bridge in Estonian.