Music Monday Blog Party – Cerys Matthews – “Calon Lân (Pure Heart).

And another week has passed. Which, traditionally, means,

Music Monday Blog Party

which is held every week by Bee. If you feel like going to a party today, plus if you’d like to celebrate your life, yourself and your achievements over the last week or your entire life, go  over to the Bee’s blog and join in. 🙂

Yesterday I was at the Hel Peninsula, we had a family trip, and it was fantastic. We were at the beach, among other things. However, I’ve made one CARDINAL mistake. I got sunburned. Which is a tragedy for me – almost a Goth – not only because it can just hurt, but because even sunbathing is completely against my “religion”. Like, I don’t mind getting the vitamin D from the sun, it’s necessary for our overall wellbeing, but usually I use raspberry oil which is a very good and natural sunscreen, so you can get your vitamin D without bronzing, or burning, your skin, I also usually wear a hat or something. My skin is naturally very light, so I get sunburn very easily plus I just like having light or pale skin, maybe only besides my legs which I tan a little every summer if I have an opportunity. But I didn’t think it would be that sunny as it was, and I didn’t take my raspberry oil. And, as we were at the sea for a long time, and I spent a huge amount of that time in the water, I didn’t even feel anything alarming. And of course when I felt it was already to late for any action. 😀 I wonder what my gothic friends would say if they saw me now. 😀 chuckling a bit, but still, I don’t like having the consciousness of having red, or even just brown, skin. But my poor Dad who has the nickname Viking not without a reason, is even more poor. He doesn’t care about his skin, which is even lighter than mine, and he LOVES being in the sun and sleeping on the beach, and today he’s all hurting, poor thing. But, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, so we can be sure he’ll do the same next year, or even next month, if he gets a chance. 😀

So today, I’m celebrating my life by trying to somehow get my skin to its normal state, although not much hope here, I guess the only cure is time, and recovering my feet, which I chafed quite badly yesterday ’cause we’ve had a lot of walking. But still, the trip was awesome, even though I had quite a bit of anxiety, especially while commuting, and apart from my body image not being the best today, I feel pretty good and even positive, as much as I can feel positive in my current condition. 😀 I’ve also did one challenge of my Welsh course, I had only one left to the end of my current level (YAAAAY!) and it went great too. Although last week I was pretty bad with my Welsh and haven’t done much, but this week I’m gonna get back into some more structured and routine plan with  it.

And as we’re talking about Welsh, the song I picked for you guys today is also in Welsh. And again, in fact they’re two. But this time not because of my indecisive nature, but because I wanted you to have a comparison and pick which one you like more. It is a very popular, traditional Welsh song. It used to be a hymn, but nowadays it’s more of a rugby anthem as far as I know. When I was starting to learn Welsh, and was deeply frustrated with the lack of resources that wuld be good and at the same time accessible for me – as a blind person and not living in UK – my Swedish teacher told me that one of the things I can do is to learn as many things as possible by heart, which was actually also what I did wITh Swedish and it seemed to work because I was able to understand lots of peculiar or not that often used words thanks to different weird songs, nursery rhymes and poems. So I gave it a try with Welsh too and as a folklore lover I started with traditional songs, and “Calon Lân” was one of the first. And I still remember it, and have learnt quite a few words that you rarely get the chance to learn as a complete beginner. This song, as most of traditional songs in most countries, has dozens of different versions and interpretations, some are good, some aren’t, depending on the listener, but I wanted to show you the two versions of this song made by a popular Welsh singer and celebrity, Cerys Matthews. I’ve showed you a bit of Cerys before, with her band Catatonia, and solo as well, in Welsh and in English.

One of the versions, is her solo performance, and the other is featuring Fron Male Voice Choir. I am not big on choirs, regardless of in what language they sing, but, surprisingly enough, I definitely prefer the version they did together to Cerys’ solo version. I like her solo version but her performance with the choir is just better. What is your opinion?

Here are the English lyrics, they’re a direct translation. You can find them, as well as alternative translations on

Wikipedia

I don’t ask for a luxurious life,
the world’s gold or its fine pearls,
I ask for a happy heart,
an honest heart, a pure heart.
A pure heart full of goodness
Is fairer than the pretty lily,
None but a pure heart can sing,
Sing in the day and sing in the night.
If I wished for worldly wealth,
It would swiftly go to seed;
The riches of a virtuous, pure heart
Will bear eternal profit.
(Chorus)
Evening and morning, my wish
Rising to heaven on the wing of song
For God, for the sake of my Saviour,
To give me a pure heart.
(Chorus)

 

Music Monday Blog Party – Fairport Convention – Fotheringay.

So now as I wrote all the belated posts from yesterday, time for the Music Monday Blog Party

at the Bee’s, which is a lot of fun, so do join us if you’d like to.

As for my celebrations, I’ve had a rough couple of days recently with lots of anxiety and stuff, so today I’m recovering. And feeling better so far. I did have only one hour of sleep though, which is extremely weird because as I went to bed last night I felt incredibly sleepy and exhausted and I dozed off immediately, but woke up after an hour and that was it. So I got up very early, had coffee with Mum, we had a very yummy breakfast of shortbread with some creemy cheese. I spend the day just chilling out, well you don’t feel up to much after an hour of sleep, I actually feel quite groggy already and would most willingly go to sleep but try to be disciplined and think that if I’ll do it now I’ll be awake at night and get another Zombie day. My Mum has made split pea soup for lunch which is spicy and very yummy and we also have some cocoa yeast cake and Zofijka and me had a little piece of it and it’s yummy as well, so today I’m celebrating with chilling out and eating yummy things. And that would be it.

As for the music, the song of the day for today is by the classic British folk-rock group called Fairport Convention. I am a big big fan of their former vocalist Sandy Denny who unfortunately passed away way too soon, just in her early thirties. I got to know Fairport Convention and Sandy and other bands with whom she collaborated during my crush on Vreeswijk and I must say I was really sort of concerned that she’s gonna dominate him and become my strongest musical crush, same situation was with Emilie Autumn back in the day but none of them succeeded finally to get there and replace him at that moment. 😀 But I still absolutely adore her music. I’ve first heard about her quite a while after I’ve become familiar with the world of Celtic music and British folklore and British folk music so I was deeply surprised I still didn’t know her and then even more surprised to realise that it was she who wrote the lyrics to many songs I’ve already known from other artists and really liked, and I was happy it was she who made them, she’s just so fantastic. Sandy was one of the first British folk-rock musicians. She was the vocalist in Fairport Convention, also founded the band Fotheringay, and released a few solo albums. As so many other great artists, she didn’t have a good life, poor thing, she was oscillating between manic and depressive states so guess she was bipolar, and abused drugs and alcohol. She tended to self harm by falling down the staircases and stuff like that which indirectly led to  her death, she had some very severe brain injuries.

To be honest I looked at all the other albums of Fairport Convention and of Fotheringay, without Sandy, and I don’t like them at all. I mean I like a lot of British classic rock or folk-rock or folk, but they’ve just become colourless without her.

The song I want to show you was written and composed by Sandy and it’s called “Fotheringay” after the Fotheringay Castle, or actually about Mary Queen of Scots who’d been imprisoned there. And Sandy’s band – The Fotheringay – was named so after this song.

I think it is so beautiful and moving, and I like it also because I find the history of Britain fascinating, and because I am always interested in women figures from the past like queens for example, and I find Mary Stuart a very interesting character, well most people do I think.

Music Monday Blog Party – Emmelie De Forest – Hunting High And Low.

Hey guys! 🙂

Time for another Music Monday Blog Party

at the Bee’s and celebrating our lives and achievements.

Today is still pretty hot here, we haven’t had any rains or storms during the weekend, but at least it’s a bit more windy so you don’t feel the heat so badly. Today I’m celebrating my life with Misha, who is very sleepy and lethargic. I’m sipping ice coffee which is very yummy and very cold. I love ice coffee. Zofijka has made a sponge cake with jelly and whipped cream and strawberries before school, she had school pretty late today, and we all had a piece of it, it is so yummy. I love when Zofijka bakes something. It always tastes so zoficiously.

As for the piece of music, I have two for you today. It’s because it’s often so hard for me to decide, which version of the song I like more. And there are two versions of the same song I really like and would like to show you both. And I’m curious which one do you like more. Also it is a cover, so I’m curious whether you prefer the classic, original version, or this girl’s.

Emmelie De Forest is half Danish, half Swedish, and the song I want to show you comes from her newest album which came out this year. She took part in the Eurovision Song Contest in 2013, representing Denmark with the song “Only Teardrops”. The song I want to show you is “Hunting High And Low” originally performed by A-ha. I am not crazy about the original version, it’s pretty popular, often on the radio, and such songs rarely are my favourites, but it has an interesting harmony so I can say I quite like it, but Emmelie’s version is just great.

The first one is from her Youtube channel and the next one is from the album.

Music Monday Blog Party ath the Bee’s – Elin Bell – Grey Is All.

Hi guys! 🙂

So it’s Monday again and another opportunity to celebrate our lives and take part in the Bee’s Music Monday Blog Party🙂

Yesterday was Zofijka’s 11th birthday. Unfortunately, the skunk slippers which I mentioned last week that I bought haven’t got through yet, but hope they will very soon. We still have some leftovers from Zofijka’s birthday and from Mother’s Day that is always on 26th May in Poland, so today I celebrated my life with the last piece of sponge cake with mascarpone cheese, jelly and strawberries, which was delicious, and with my favourite raspberry tea. Before I did it though, I did the Tibetan exercises. I thought I’d be stuck on five repeats for a while, but I’m doing 7 of which exercise now. I still don’t do them perfectly because of my Achilles tendons being messed up so that I can’t straighten my legs fully, but thought I’d increase the numer of repeats because I didn’t feel tired at all after those 5 repeats of each, so thought I can do more. And it’s going relatively well, anyway better than I would assume it could go with my legs and coordination, however I’m not experiencing any of these magic effects that my Mum seems to have.

And the song I’ve chosen for today is one that I fell in love with last autumn. It’s my favourite song by Elin Bell. Elin Bell – or actually Elin Petersson – is a Swedish artist making kinda electropop music. I think she’s really good.

Music Monday Blog Party – Danielle Lewis – Breuddwyd Yn Tyfu (Dreams Grow).

Hi guys! 🙂

So another week is gone, and to start another one in a positive way, I’m participating in Bee’s Music Monday Blog Party

. Let’s celebrate our lives together and enjoy some good music.

Today I am still celebrating not only my life, but also the fact my shitty exams are over, it’s still so exciting for me and I feel so relieved. Besides, as I wrote in the last coffee share post, I have just discovered those so called five Tibetan rites and we were doing them with Mum today in the morning. I’ve also had coffee and some yummy cookies today. I’ve also had psychiatric assessment earlier today, and hoping it’ll help me in a longer perspective to get more support, as well as understand myself better and be kinder to myself, and will lead me to focus on my mental health more than I did it for most of my life. I plan on getting new pedicure sometime in the evening, my Mum will do it for me, I have a fantastic, graphite nail polish. I love graphite colour and I like having my nails polished in some shade of black. In les than a week, there will be an occasion for celebrating Zofijka’s life, since it’s her birthday on Sunday. It’s her favourite day during the year. She is generally very focused on getting presents and always can’t wait to get her birthday presents. I got a very cool and funny idea as for what to get for her. Recently she fell in love with skunks. That’s so weird, but I must say I like it, I like when people have strange likes, and so far Zofijka has been a rather typical kid, but at the same time was often very upset if someone was doing something like her or liking the same things, or having the same clothes etc. So now she has her own passion, ’cause well, who likes skunks? She is a little embarrased anytime someone mentions it, but I try to convince her there’s nothing wrong i liking something no one else around you likes, people around you aren’t the only ones in the world and there are lots of other people who like skunks too who share her liking, but are too far away from her and too few to make her feel she’s one of many. And I can see why she likes them. They can be pretty charming, if not that smashing smell, don’t you think? We have lots of nicknames which we use while talking to each other and recently she even asked me very shyly whether I could call her Little Skunk sometimes. I did my best not to laugh. But the idea is fun, so now Sophie is my Little Skunk.

Anyways, what I wanted to talk about – no, I’m not gonna buy her a domesticated skunk. But one day I read a blog post for her of someone else who also likes skunks (she wanted me to look up online whether there is someone else as weird as her) and the lady who wrote that post mentioned that she had a collection of china skunks. That seemed so very original for me, and Zofijka became obsessed with them. SO I told her I’ll try to get her some skunk figurines for her birthday if I’ll find some and she was thrilled. But then she said that o, she doesn’t want figurines, she wants something more practical… PJ’s maybe? Naaah, there will be only a drawing on skunk on it, she wanted something in the shape of skunk. And then she said that she wants either skunk slippers or a skunk pillow. I thought that was soo creative.

So today when she went out to school I asked Mum to find something, whether such things actually exist and look nice. We searched for anything with skunks, but there were no slippers and no pillows. Then Mum searched speciffically for skunk slippers in the Polish language internet and there were a few, but they only had a skunk printed on them. So we searched in English and there were such fantastic skunk slippers, Mum said they seemed very comfy and soft and Zofijka has to have everything comfy, plus they were just like she wanted, well apart from an extremely long tail. Zofijka is a sort of designer and if she wants something, like clothes or stuff, she always has some image of it before in her head, therefore it’s often hard to satisfy her since such exact things may just not exist. But in case of skunks she seems to be lucky. So I ordered them and I hope she will like them.

OK, so now on to the music.

The song I have for you today, is actually two songs, because there is a Welsh and English version of it, so I thought I’ll share both. The lyrics are almost the same for both of them. I really like their lyrics. They’re sung by Danielle Lewis.

The Welsh version is not as widely available, so I’ll drop you the link  to my Dropbox and it will expire after a month.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/4wzll4cz5q9rqzq/Danielle%20Lewis%20-%20Breuddwyd%20Yn%20Tyfu.mp3?dl=0

And here’s the ENglish version:

Music Monday – De Montevert – Rebel Yell.

Hi all! 🙂

It is Monday, so it’s Music Monday Blog Party

at the Bee’s today.

And that means it’s time for celebrating our lives and enjoying some good music.

As you probably already know, I have two more exams ahead and I’ll be actually finished with my education for now. Can’t wait for this to happen, although my feelings about it are a little mixed. There is a two hours drive to the school where I pass them, so tomorrow I’ll have to get up at 4 AM.

Therefore I’m having a very lazy day today, trying to not think about the exams too much and just relax, after all these two shouldn’t be very difficult, althugh Polish oral exam is a little bit of a lottery unfortunately. I’m trying to distract myself and spending loads of time with Misha.

He’s been very cuddly lately, which is so good. He has various favourite places where he likes to sleep or hide, they’re very changeable, like one week he might prefer his cartonboard, the next he tends to rather sleep in his basket on my bed, then in Zofijka’s room and then again in the cartonboard, it’s a little unpredictable what his new hideout/sleeping place will be. You may think he’ll not use something any more to sleep in it and want to get rid of it and the next day you can see him laying in/on/under it. That’s actually very cute.

And now Misha’s favourite place to sleep seems to be the quilt on my bed. He looks so beautiful on it. I actually wanted my Mum to take a pic of him on it, it’s just so so sweet, but she was quite busy at the time he was lying here.

But you know what’s the cutest about it? That he also likes to lie here at night, and so when I am in bed, I can use Misha as my heater. I have chronically cold feet which can suck a bit at night so I definitely appreciate it, don’t have to make a termophore for myself, I have a living one which is warm all night long. 😀 Usually when Misha’s at night with me, which is often, he prefers to sleep in his basket on my bed. I’m absolutely OK with it, but I always try to encourage him to sleep with me in bed and always reward him for doing so even for just 15 minutes, since as I’ve mentioned a few times before he’s quite a private creature and likes to have a lot of his own space and feels unsafe being too close with any other being. So I am sooo happy he sleeps on the quilt so willingly now and long may it last.

So today I decided to jump on the chance ’cause only God knows how long this quilt trend will keep and lied with him on it for a long long time, reading a book and listening to his very silent purring and his breath, heartbeat and all the gurgles and hums inside him with huge contentment, I love doing it. It is very hot here, I don’t remember it to be so hot in May anytime in recent years, so I also went out on the terrace for a while with my Mum and we had a coffee. And as I came back into my room, I realised Misha is still asleep on my bed, so I laid beside him again. We didn’t have as much cuddling as today for ages, it’s really difficult with such a wild child as Misha is.

So that’s how my celebrations looked like today. 🙂

And the song I chose to share with you today is from Sweden. This girl’s name is Ellinor Nilsson, but she’s known by her stage name – De Montevert. I must say there’s something special to her music. I rarely listen to the whole album and all tracks in order more often than once in a while, but I’ve been listening to her whole debut album five times this month and every time I discovered something new. It’s not like I’m very crazy about her music, but it really speaks to me in some way.

Here’s her song, Rebel Yell.

 

Music Monday – Gurli Octavia – You Lay Low.

Hi hi peeps! 🙂

I’ve been MIA for a few days, but today I’m back with some music for you. Today’s song of the day post I’d like to combine with the post about celebrating my life because Bee over at The Bee Writes

is running the second Music Monday Blog Party which is an amazing opportunity to celebrate our lives and share some fantastic music.

So, as for celebrating my life, today I’m having a bit of a self care day. The last few weeks were rather tough for me, with all these exams and other stressing stuff. As you may know last Thursday I finally finished my school year, although my final exams are still to come. You could think I should be happy and relieved that finally the school is over and all, and I was incredibly relieved, but also was feeling incredibly depressed for the whole weekend, didn’t just have any energy and spent most of the time either sleeping or self-hating or overthinking or listening to Emilie Autumn. Maybe as the tension became slightly less my brain decided it’s time to slow down and depression was the result of it, I don’t know, but I was feeling really crappy. Today I’m still rather low, but my energy is higher and things don’t seem so overwhelming and hopeless hence I thought about a little self care day.

Actually the thing I’m mainly focused on today is snuggling with Misha. He seems to be very sociable today, is still with me. I had two cups of delicious coffee in the morning chatting a lot with Mum and a few hours ago we went to the confectionery nearby and had some incredibly yummy icecream, and then had a long walk. It’s very sunny today, but not hot, so it felt very nice. I am reading the only Jane Austen’s book I haven’t read before and it’s Sanditon. I love Jane Austen’s books, they always make me smile and I like her way of describing people. They’re light, but not so light that your brain turns off while you read them, if you know what I mean.

So that’s about how I celebrate my day today. I need to recharge because tomorrow we’ll have a BBQ with our extended family – I don’t know who came up with this silly idea you have to make BBQs in May – so I’m recharging before that happens and to get some energy for my finals, of which the first is coming on Friday. I’m sick of fear, but trying to not think about it more than I have to. At least my Dad has been very nice and offered us to drive us back and forth on Friday, so I’ll have to spend only one night there at that boarding school, from Monday to Tuesday, and that makes things much easier and more manageable than staying there from Friday to Tuesday. Of course my Dad doesn’t know how much of a deal is staying there for me, but he just has a day off work on Friday so it was his own suggestion to drive me and Mum and Zofijka will go with us too.

OK, so my song for today is “You Lay Low” by Gurli Octavia. Gurli Octavia is one of the artists I discovered very recently. She’s Danish and lives in Copenhagen.

Music Monday Blog Party at the Bee’s.

So today Bee over at The Bee Writes

is making a blog party and encouraging us to celebrate our life and work, as well as the life and work of those musicians we love and who passed away too quickly.

I’ve had a busy day today, doing some preparations to my finals and having two hours long lesson with my maths tutor which brain drained me completely or so I felt, but I did carve out some time to celebrate my life.

I had two cups of strong black coffee (primarily to get rid of an awful headache I was having and raise my blood pressure, but also just because I love coffee so so much) and I’ve also had a brownie. Yummmm. Then I was listening to some music, about which I’ll write more in the next paragraphs. Then I had a quick shower, but although it had to be quick I was singing in the shower all the time, not the music I was listening to before though, but some Sandy Dennyäs songs. As I said before I felt pretty much brain drained in the morning, but now I feel really cheered up and relaxed, and I agree with Bee that we do need to celebrate our lives, and that we – as people, but particularly in my opinion, we as people struggling with all kinds of mental illnesses, should think about celebrating more often – we think so often about how we hate our lives so that I feel like we often just forget to think about how much is there to celebrate.

Now on to the musicians. I was wondering and wondering and wondering who to choose for this post. There are so many musicians I love, and so many of great musicians have passed away too early, too young. It’s always striking and shocking when it happens. To name a few of those whom I love, respect and listen to very often – Amy Winehouse, Sandy Denny, John Lennon or, very recently, Dolores Oriordan, they all could live much longer than they did. But finally I realised that my choice should be clear and obvious. Cornelis Vreeswijk.

Cornelis Vreeswijk lived 1937-1987, definitely too short. He’s been my previous music crush. When I say previous, I definitely don’t mean I no longer have a crush on him. When I get a music crush, it lasts long, and even if someone new appears, they aren’t replaced, just kind of suppressed by this newer crush, but still there, still alive in my brain. And when I say crush, I don’t mean what most people would probably mean by saying they have a crush on someone, or not only this. My crushes, besides being my crushes, are my deep fascinations, my inspirations, my motivators, and, as someone put it in a raw and beautiful way, my “antidote for pain” of any kind. And much much more.

Cornelis was Dutch, but he emigrated to Sweden at the age of 12 with his family, because of the war, and most of his artistic work was in Swedish and in Sweden. He was a singer, songwriter and guitarist, sometimes a composer too, but also a poet and, occasionally, an actor. He was my big inspiration ever since I heard his music for the first time and got to know him more. It was so impressive for me when I read how quickly he learned Swedish and became fluent in it, I wanted it for myself too, so started to see him a bit like my rival, in a positive sense, which, as I see it now, has really helped me to become good and confident at Swedish quickly. Well he had it easier, because Dutch is a Germanic language like Swedish and he lived in Sweden, and he was younger than me, and thatäs why Iäm the more proud of my results, being only once in Stockholm and having so many people complimenting me on my accent and how natural my Swedish seems to be. 😀 Well I don’t think it’s natural, but maybe Swedish people aren’t used to talk to foreigners that are as fluent as me. Also very early on in the development of my crush, I started to see how much in common he must have with me. Seemingly it could be even the opposite, he was a rebel, a drunkard, an extreme socialist – while I am a definite rightist, – famous for his countless sexual affairs and three very stormy marriages and other stuff of this kind, just you wouldn’t think we could have shared anything. But, as I was learning Swedish and learning about him, I was discovering there is a lot of things we share, from pretty small, odd coincidences like both our dads are professional drivers and both of us were constantly moving places as children 😀 to how we perceive the world, to how our personalities are like. I read about how much he didn’t feel safe anywhere, how, being so rebellious and controversial on the outside, inside he was very shy and struggled with incredibly low self-esteem and was very vulnerable and doubting his own possibilities all the time. He was constantly craving for a relationship with someone and for love, but when he finally was close to starting and building it, he was runing away desperately and in fear of closeness and intimacy. That all, and lots of other things, just sound so familiar, he, he, he. Maybe he also had AVPD? Thinking now… Well from some things I’d rather assume BPD, but I guess it’s not my thing to diagnose people, especially people that I didn’t know and that died years ago. 😀 Didn’t actually think about him having any PD’s before. But well anyway, I love his a bit cynical and untoward, perverse or pawky sense of humour, don’t really know how it’s exactly called in English. 😀 I love how he always noticed funny or weird details about people and situations and could read between the lines and describe it all in an interesting way. I love his approach to hard situations, complaining about them, but laughing them off at the same time. I love how he was able to play with the language.

And it all just inspired me so much that one night a crazy idea popped in in my head. Why not to translate his poems and song lyrics into Polish? That felt really crazy, but I loved the idea. And you know what? So far, I managed to translate 6 of his songs. These aren’t very good translations, but they are decent imo and still they rhyme and their verses are as long as original, so, I guess I did a good job. 😀 I haven’t translated anything in months now, I just get stuck somewhere anytime I try to translate something fully and can’t get out in any way, but I have a whole folder of drafts and unfinished pseudotranslations.

I can’t say I like/agree/relate to all of his lyrics. His views on most things were completely different than mine, so even if I like some of his political songs, I usually don’t agree with them or just don’t know what they’re really about since I’m not very familiar with Swedish politics in 70’s-80’s. But still I think he deserves to be known more widely, even if it wasn’t directly his goal. ANother thing is that I’m worried that it might be like planting bananas in Lapland – you know, he just won’t be understood here by other people than “Swedophiles – and man I’ve had countless dreams about how I translated a ton of his poems and published them and it was a massive failure, but, I guess I won’t know how it’ll be if I won’t try. So I hope I’ll manage to do it some day and that I won’t bungle it.

So I’ve already told you that he was drinking and having many relationship issues, he was married three times, was in prison, had economic issues, was smoking all the time and addicted to drugs and sedatives and other “comforters”, as my Mum calls them, he had also chronically issues in other kinds of relationships, not only romantic. He quitted drinking and smoking and all in 1985 when he was diagnosed with diabetes, but it didn’t help that much. Soon after it he was also diagnosed with liver cancer which destroyed him completely and so he died in 1987 (before I was even born! THAT’S SO UNFAIR!!! 😥 ), being lonely and in a very bad economic situation, having a bunch of dedicated fans, but generally being condemned by Swedish very politically correct society, though soon they discovered him and now they love him and he’s very famous there, so famous that I heard people in Netherlands telling he’s a Swede, although he doesn’t even have Swedish citizenship as far as I know.

So I’ve been listening to Cornelis’ music for the whole evening and now I have a great trouble deciding what to show you…

Well OK, I guess I already know, after another 15 minutes.

The song I want to show you is the first song by Vreeswijk I’ve ever heard, my Swedish teacher showed it to me and I was immediately lost, though I didn’t realise it back then yet. It has stuck in my head and even though I then had to have a long long break from learning Swedish, for years, I still remembered this song and its almost whole lyrics and after I rediscovered it, my full blown crush started and helped me indirectly to start with Swedish again. It is probably his most popular song. It’s called “Balladen Om Herr Fredrik Åkare Och Den Söta Fröken Cecilia Lind” (The ballad about Mr. Fredrik Åkare (Åkare means actually a driver) and the sweet maiden Cecilia Lind). This is something I’m working on translating for a ridiculously long time but it’s terribly hard mainly because we don’t have enough words ending in -ind in Polish, that would rhyme with the heroine’s last name, and we generally have too few one-syllable words, I love Polish, but that sucks sooo much.

Below are the English lyrics I found on the Internet, this is a literal translation:

From Öckerö barn (on a farm) sounds of accordion and base are heard and the full moon’s shining as if it was made of glass.
There Fredrik Åkare dances cheek to cheek
with little miss Cecilia Lind
She dances with closed eyes near (to him)
She follows in the dance right where he wants.
He leads and she follows light as a breeze,
but tell (me) why is Cecilia Lind blushing?
Say, was it because of what Fredrik Åkare said:
“You smell so good and you dance so well.
Your waist is thin and your bosom is round
You’re so beautiful, Cecilia Lind
But the dance ended and where could they go?
They lived so close to each other anyway
Finally they ended up at Cecilias gate
Now I want to be kissed, said Cecilia Lind
[You should] Know shame, Frederik Åkare, be ashamed old man!
Cecilia Lind is only a child
Pure as a flower, shy as a doe
I will soon turn 17, said Cecilia Lind
And the stars wander and the hours pass
And Fredrik is old, but the moon is new
Yes, Fredrik is old, but love is blind
Oh, kiss me again, said Cecilia Lind

And here’s the song:

Cara Dillon ft. Sam Lakeman – Dubhdara.

Hi guys! 🙂

Today I will most probably share with you two songs, so, be prepared, but for now, here is a song from Cara Dillon. Also I’d like to do a little series with Cara’s music, since there is more than one song I’d like to share with you, and, as always in such cases, it’d be a crime to pick just one, so in the next few days you can expect me to post some more songs by Cara.

Cara Dillon is from Ireland, she is a sister to Mary Dillon, who is also a singer and a leader of a Celtic folk band Deanta. Cara is also in a relationship with a musician Sam Lakeman, with whom she’s been collaborating, for some time under tHE NAME Polar Star. She is known for interpretations of popular Irish traditional songs and for her clear, youthful and melodious voice which I really am a fan of.

If you’re curious what Dubhdara means, it’s a Medieval Irish name meaning “dark oak”.