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Sharing our music and trying to connect with people…what a fucking tiring task to do sometimes! But we love what we do, and we are committed to music, which is one of the main things that makes life worth living. So, we will be back soon with more shows and more music and more soul to spread in the universe. Now go and enjoy the week end, folks!
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Sharing our music and trying to connect with people…what a fucking tiring task to do sometimes! But we love what we do, and we are committed to music, which is one of the main things that makes life worth living. So, we will be back soon with more shows and more music and more soul to spread in the universe.

Now go and enjoy the week end, folks!

There lived a lady by the North Sea shore
Two daughters were the babes she bore
One grew as fair as in the sun
So cold, dark, grew the elder one

A knight came riding to the ladies’ door
He travelled far to be their wooer
He courted one with gloves and rings
But the other he loved above all things

“Oh, sister, sister won’t you walk with me
To see the ships sail o’er sea”
And as they walked the windy shore
The dark girl pushed her sister o’er

Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
Crying “Sister, reach to me your hand
Oh sister, sister please let me live
And all that’s mine I’ll surely give

“It’s your own true love I want, and more
That thou shalt never come ashore”
And as she floated like a swan
The salt sea bore her body on

Two minstrels walked by the windy strand
They saw her body float to land
They made a harp of her breast bone
Who’s sound would melt a heart of stone

They took three strands of her yellow hair
And with them strung this harp so rare
They took this harp to her father’s hall
There to play before them all

But when they set the harp upon a stone
It began to play alone
The first song sang a doleful sound
“The bride her younger sister drowned”

The second string, when this they tried
In terror sits the black haired bride
The third string sang beneath their bow
“And now her tears will surely flow”

These lyrics are those of the medieval English ballad “Cruel Sister”, classified as Child Ballad #10 as collected by Francis James Child and published in “The English and Scottish Popular Ballads” between 1882 and 1898

New Neew Neeew stuff …. soon!

Including: re-recording some songs (yes, also John Doe!), a new song (Dolls), and more collaboration with Sten Cobblerson …. Furthermore: the return of Usher, new projects and hopefully we will come back on the stage soon!

In the meantime, looking at some old good Tim Burton … Beetlejuice, what a great movie!

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